Once upon an Easter 3

With the coming of Easter also comes Easter showers and Campbellville always floods.  Mr. Kerry our neighbor had a speed boat which he would float down to the wide trench at the back of our homes called Milky.   And there gather all the boys of the street and we would go speeding up and down the trench. This was the water way where all the boys in the neighborhood learned how to swim.

Peter one of the older boys would lead us out to the middle of “Milky” floating on a log then take the log away and leave you in the middle. This called for desperate action frantic scramble to the shore line suddenly we were swimming.  Going to swimming in Milky was not however approved by my aunt. Therefore after concocting lies as to our reason for leaving the house we would end up at “Milky” swimming naked as we were born. Best way to swim one felt a sense of freedom. After swimming for hours we return to banks looking for our cloths which we hid under some shrub.  Only to discover to our horror that they were gone.  My older cousin while we were having fun had crept up and grabbed our cloths. This presented a big dilemma how do we get home without cloths?  Hands between our legs and over our bottoms. Picture that?  Total humiliation as we walked down the street the girls of the neighborhood to see us and laugh at us; then licks like peas when we got home. And if you don’t holler loud you get more licks not an easy proposition never the less, we have to journey home. May be we wait till dusk? Still not good proposition dusk is chilly and cold mosquitoes and Sand flies bite your tail.

Once upon an Easter

ONCE UPON AN EASTER 2

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 Its five am in the morning and Ramdas came calling.  {You really had to know the guy. He woke me up by throwing tiny bean seeds at my bedroom window}.  I spring up before he wakes up the whole house. It is also bird-catching season. The morning air is filled with different sounds of birds singing and chirping.  And just before sun raises you here the cooks crowing around the neighborhood it is a festive time for all birds.  Ramdas and I plunge ourselves into the surrounding fields with high grass.  Ramdas already had a bird in his cage, attached to that cage is a mini cage with a trap door.  He also has some poles stuck with chewing gum remains. We wait as Ramada’s bird in the cage chirps away this attracts other bird’s kisskidy or a yellow breast.  We were hoping to trap one or two in the little cage or on the poles.

Most families are not up that early.  However because Ramada’s Father Works on the Sugar estate he had to be up early. We head to Ramdas bottom house his mother has brisk fireside going the air is filled with the aroma of hot cocoa and coffee brewing, and rotie being clapped by Ramada’s sister. On the next side of the fireside, his mother roasted some bologna chocker. Two plates were prepared we sit in hammock and ate with our hands as the cool morning breeze blows.

Once upon an Easter.

ONCE UPON AN EASTER 1

Dear followers I am going to pause my blog on Day in the life of Abby to repeat my Easter story and this time to have it end on Easter Monday.

School is on early Easter vacation.
The Campbellville Heroes as we fondly call ourselves were racing home on our bikes. My bike “Yellow Bird” was an old model ladies bike fondly called a “Preggie”. With a make, shift wooden bar. On this wooden bar I towed my good friend Choe Chan. Riding home; we made a screeching halt by the shave iceman for a snow cone with colorful sweet syrup. This will cool us down from the hot sticky sun. We hoped to meet Ramdas and Suzie at the D. Y. C. playground. Finally we got to the playground but the Subrianville Iguana’s had got there before us and had all intentions of hawking the field. With nothing else to do but wait, we settled under the huge Genip tree with its large branches and cool tropical breeze blowing. Ramdas however saved the day “would you believe it he had a flour bag full of mangoes”. We ate as much as we could. Now it was barging time. We dealt the rest to the Iguana’s to get them off the cricket pitch. By the time we got home from cricket, Choe Chan’s mother had prepared for us some Chinese cake with some cold Sorrel drink. We ate then left and went to the back of my home to start making our own cricket bats. Sometimes, we made then out of old coconut branches that had fallen from the trees and at other times out old pieces of wood we found around our yard.
The start of Easter holidays.
Once upon an Easter.

Happy New Year 2012

Today as the world pulsates with music, noise and merriment dance and chares of joy welcoming in the New Year 2012, I bring you sounds from beneath the city. Accordionist playing “O” comes all ye faithful”. Saxophonists at 53rd and Madison Avenue playing the New Year special “



Old long Syne”


Should Old Acquaintance be forgot,


and never thought upon;


The flames of Love extinguished,


and fully past and gone:


Is thy sweet Heart now grown so cold,


that loving Breast of thine;


That thou canst never once reflect


on Old long syne.


As a Vibraphonist jazzes up the air under West 57st street.


Happy New Year to all my followers around the globe.


Folk Incognito Blog master.

Remembrance of Christmas returns par 3.

Dear follower’s thanks for you’re over whelming support and good wishes for the Christmas season. I wish your Christmas will also be fulfilling and rewarding for your soul.



Love folk Incognito Blog master.
REMEMBRANCE OF CHRISTMAS








In the sixties in Guyana was going through a period of political unrest. There was protest, rioting looting and thousands of workers were on strike. There were food shortages and many houses and businesses were burnt to the ground. These were frightening times for children. My aunt Yvonne whom we lived with then was also on strike. My brother and I had gone to live with her while; our parents were away in Ghana West Africa.


Therefore I will always remember the sad rainy day when the miracle of Christmas came rippling into our world. Our aunt Yvonne came bursting into our bedroom dancing and flouncing. Flouncing is a traditional dance step in Guyana, preformed mainly during the Christmas season by the masqueraders.


Suddenly while flouncing away with the majesty of Christmas Aunt Yvonne raised the hem of skirt and out flew a toy. Then with one, more whirl and toss of the hem of her skirt out flew another toy. To my brother and I these were the best of gifts of the season, nothing else mattered. Our hearts were so content it would not have mattered if we received no new gifts. We were completely satisfied. Her dance of an angle flowing with joy and Peace lifted our hearts with promise and happiness.


I remember Christmas.

Remembrance of Christmas returns, 2

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REMEMBRANCE OF CHRISTMAS

During the Christmas season, one of the traditions in Ghana was to build a trash house. This trash house was built out of the leaves from a palm tree. You then spend Christmas Eve and Christmas morning in it rejoicing the day Christ was born. This custom symbolized the humble way that Christ came into the world born in a stable. Although I must confess that, I was never able to spend the whole night in the palm house. I missed my bed and the nights were cold.


It was Christmas Eve and my elder brother, Clarence and I decided to climb a tall tree to cut down a few posts to build our little Christmas house. While my tall and on the way to becoming fat brother climbed the tree I stood at the bottom of the tree to point out which of the best limbs to cut. Suddenly I heard a loud “crack.” Then before my horrified eyes, Clarence came crashing down from the tree landing on a pointed tree stump with a loud “thump”. His right thigh was punctured


Bravely he held on to his thigh and told me not to cry. Quickly he ripped his shirt off and told me to tie a tourniquet above the wound. How that idea came to him, I would never know. I scampered home screaming for help. What a courageous big brother Clarence was. Lucky for us my parents were home, they rushed him to the Hospital. “Oh! For the love of parents what would kids do?”


I remember Christmas.

Remembrance of Christmas returns Chapter 1

REMEMBRANCE OF CHRISTMAS



I remember Christmas, when as a little boy I sat Under the Christmas tree and gazed at all the toys that Santa had brought for my brother and I. Me saying aloud “Santa must be a very good man”.


Those words brought tears of joy to my grandfather’s eyes. At that age I had no Idea that he was one of Santa’s great helpers, who brought all those wonderful gifts that were, adorned the bottom of our Christmas tree. The essence of Christmas, giving gifts of love.


I remember Christmas.