Chapter4: The Gardner

While reviewing once upon an Easter I kept imagining new illustrations.  I therefore I took a pause to paint them.  I also took some time to format once upon an Easter in an eBook format.  You can now download same form the link I have provided at Lulu .com.  This is a new step and one that I will be improving on next blog. All comments and suggestions are welcome .This script is also the joys of a young boy growing up, so although Easter is over childhood memories still continue. Please feel free to make enquires of all art shown on my blog.   Attached also another in my series of underground art. Please also view link of my art on eBay.

Yours

http://www.ebay.com/itm/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=251264042723&ssPageName=ADME:L:LCA:US:1123

http://www.lulu.com/shop/rowan-abbensetts/once-upon-an-easter/ebook/product-20995686.html

Rowan Abbensetts
Folk Incognito Blog Master.

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.

Folk Incognito: KITE FIGHT

I wish everyone had a Beautiful Easter Sunday.  My thanks go out to all that have read my blog.  Attached to today’s post is another painting I did on Underground musicians. Please feel free to enquire about all art shown on my blog.

Love

Rowan Abbensetts

Folk Incognito Blog Master

Folk Incognito: KITE FIGHT

KITE FIGHT

Yesterday was Easter Sunday by the time most of my followers read Folk incognito it will be Monday a holiday in Britain and most former British colonies.   In the mist of festivities of the day I skip to a snippet of the finality of {Once upon an Easter}. {Kite Fight}.

FINALITY

Then with a running starts we raised Baby Gal, straight up with she pulling loop Kite Man made on she {Baby Gal}. Then it was only two kite in the air we battle a bad man kit name Pit Street Bull. Twice our tail  with razor blades cross over his rope but he still was flying and dipping and crossing and coming for our kite. Pit Street Bull tail cross our rope three times. It looked like he was winning the battle. So we pretend we hurt and start to fall flapping in the wind like a bird whose wing is broken. Pitt Street sees that and he coming for the kill.  The Kite Man Say (Pull! Pull! Pull! I pulling and I balling the twine furiously the rope burning my hands I already have blisters the kite rose and just as pit was coming for the kill our tail cut his rope.

At same moment a big thunder and lightning flashed through the sky Kit Man shouted Lego! Lego!  Lego the rope! Away flew Baby Gal, into the thunder and lightning razor blades sparking Baby Gal on fire.

Once upon an Easter

 

Folk Incognito: {Once Upon an Easter} episode four Repeat.

Welcome back dear followers I am pleased to share episode four part one of{ Once upon an Easter}. Thanks for your kind readership.  Feel free to enquire about all art shown on my Blog I am prepared to ship worldwide.

Love

Rowan

Folk Incognito Blog Master

Folk Incognito: {Once Upon an Easter} episode four Repeat.

{Once Upon an Easter} episode four Repeat.

Episode four will be provided in two parts. Here is part one. Continuing my underground musician theme I add one more painting and an early portrait of what love is.

 

 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 these 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.

{Once Upon an Easter} repeat part three.

I would like to thank all my followers for their dedicated comments on my blog and also all that responded to the last episode which did not open on some computers.   Also on today’s blog is link to the {lupus Foundation of America} an organization which my daughter Deanna is connected with.  Deanna is a lovely and brave woman who is fighting Lupus and I am proud of her and love her. Please feel free to enquire about art shown on any of my blog attached to this blog is a panting which is part of a series of art I have done on underground musicians. Please also sign up to be a follower.

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.

http://lupus.donorpages.com/newyork2013/DeannaClarke/

 

 

ONCE UPON AN EASTER PART 2

Without further preamble I bring you episode two of {Once upon an Easter part 2}.

 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.