Saturday, April 4, 2015

Chapter 5:Test Flight

We explained to the Gardner our dilemma. He convinced us
that our fears were unfounded and we could build our own
wood kite. Up to that time my brother and I could only build
pointer broom kits. Which were not very efficient kits. They
were prone to breaking easily and had bad flying records.
The Gardner then proceeded to lead us through the steps of
making our own wood kite with old pieces of board hanging
around our yard. With the assistance of my aunt Yvonne
who provide us with some of her Grease Proof paper and
some color Barbados Paper we built two singing engine kits
with big bulls so that they could hum in the air. The kits
being completed mine was put to the test flight. It flew so
high it homed so loud it could be heard for miles my heart
could not stop pounding with happiness. Then as if out of
nowhere a strong gosh of wind blew and pop went the twine
(Crochet #0) and away flew my kite. There was no time to
waste straight away we plunged in to action running in the
direction of the falling kite. As fast as the kite fell it
disappeared more speedily. We now had to go from yard to
yard over fences fearing dogs and angry shouts. Finally we
got to the yard of an old lady and decided to ask her if she
had seen a kite fall. “Yes” she said, and then asks us to
describe the kite. I slept well that night with my kite by my
bedside.
Once upon an Easter

Friday, April 3, 2015

Chapter4: The Gardner

The time was the early sixties there was political unrest in
Guyana schools were on vacation and my aunt was out on
strike so was my uncle. There was rioting in the capital
Georgetown, and political factions marooning the streets. It
was getting close to Easter my brother Clarence and I were
facing the daunting prospects of going without a kite. In
Guyana it is traditional to fly kits on Easter Monday
symbolizing the resurrection of Christ from the grave. We
were moping around the house feeling sorry for ourselves
and being lazy.
Because Guyana experiences bursts of heavy rain at any
time and extreme heat and sunshine the grass grow at an
aggressive pace. It therefore happens on one of those hot
spells that a Gardner came by and offered to cut the grass on
our aunt’s lawn for a small fee. My aunt Yvonne quickly
agreed. We as boys stood and watched in amazement as he
used his scythe to swipe through the tall grass. Because of
the extreme heat and humidity he had to take a break which
he did. We sat around him in my aunt back yard and
chatted with him and watched in amazement as he
sharpened his scythe.
Once Upon an Easter.


Monday, March 30, 2015

Once Upon An Easter Chapter 3: Milky

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.

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Chapter 2 Ramdas

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 Kiskadee 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.

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Once Upon An Easter.

Welcome to an abridged version of my yearly classic {Once Upon An Easter}.  You still have the opportunity to buy the complete book version in eBook on lulu.com.  
Once Upon an Easter
Chapter 1: Easter Vacation
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 Ginip 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


Wednesday, March 11, 2015

MARRIOTT {PART 2}

The Marriott Hotel Georgetown greets visitors with a lobby so divine.   Blossoming from its ceiling is a huge sacred Lotus sculpture.   The Sacred Lotus {Nelumbium} grows in the trenches and canals of Guyana.  Guyana also has largest Water Lillie in the world, Victoria Regia {Victoria Amazonica}.  Attached to this blog please view my art, feel free to send me an inquire mail on any art shown on my blogs. Attached also are links to my web site Marabunta, and my children book on Lulu.com, Once upon an Easter.

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Wednesday, March 4, 2015

MARRIOTT HOTEL GEORGETOWN GUYANA ( PART 1)

Over the next few weeks I am going to feature a few pictures and views on the Marriott Hotel in Georgetown Guyana. The Marriott Hotel Georgetown Guyana is built by the estuary of the Demerara River and the Atlantic Ocean.
One of the features of the hotel I loved best was the spectacular views from the glass windows in the rooms. As the blinds from the rooms were moved what burst forward is this picturesque moving   breath taking view of the wharfs by the Demerara River, the Georgetown Lighthouse and old Georgetown with its wooden architecture.
Attached also to this blog my pain
ing of {Demerara Window} you may contact me if you would like to purchase this art.


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