Once upon an Easter

 

CHAPTER 12: FINALITY

Then with a running start we raised Baby Gal, straight up with her, pulling the loop Kite Man made on her Baby Gal. 

Now there were only two kites left in the air and we battle a bad man kite named Pitt Street Bull. Twice our tail with razor blades crossed over his rope but he still was flying and dipping and crossing and coming for our kite. 

Pitt Street Bull’s tail crossed our rope three times. It looked like he was winning the battle. ‘So we pretended we were hurt and started to fall flapping in the wind like a bird whose wing is broken’. 

Pitt Street Bull, saw that and was coming in for the kill.  The Kite Man shouted “Pull! Pull! Pull!” I pulled and  balled the rope furiously, the rope burning my hands. I already had blisters. Our kite rose and just as Pit was coming for the kill our tail cut his rope. We won the battle.

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

Once upon an Easter

Once upon an Easter

CHAPTER 11: KALEIDOSCOPE

When we got to the back Dam there were thousands of kites already in the air, kites of every sort, shape and size; box kites, bird kites, boy and girl kites. A buzz of excitement engulfed us.  

On one end of the dam a jukebox was playing loud calypso music and on the other a steel band was warming up.  Kite Man, as our instructor, said “Raise the kite with the cloth tail fus, let’s see how bad?”  

Ten minutes after the kite was raised bad boys, bad men, and girl’s kites started to make an attack on our kite. Our kite was the best looking kite on the dam and therefore the envy of many a kite flier. 

When Kite Man saw the attack he said “let her pitch and come do like she got cut”.

That we did. Then he said “Replace the tail with the rope tail which we bring wid we”. That tail had razor blades placed strategically on its length and also broken sharp glass. We waited for a good breeze and like a plane taking off we flew straight up in the air. The bandits quickly saw us and so much coveted our kite they wasted no time and attacked immediately. 

In minutes we cut down two girl kites. Then came the boy kites which we fought off and eventually won over. 

A big kite war had broken out! Four times we got tangled up and had to bring down Baby Gal, and another two times we had to cut and join the rope and bring her down because she got into some dangerous tangles.

Once upon an Easter. 

I Remember Christmas (Notes)

 

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I Remember Christmas (Epilogue)

 

Picture of myself in my father George Kobina Abbensetts hand, my elder brother Clarence and my Grandfather Clarence Maxwell Abbensetts. This photograph was taken around 1955 at Granddad home in Sekondi Ghana West Africa. 

My grandfather called to the bar, 16th April, 1913. Middle Temple. The honorable society of Middle Temple is one of four Inns of Court exclusively entitled to call their members to the bar.

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CHAPTER 8 {kiss}

  

Christmas also means giving of oneself.  It was the Christmas season my mother was working very hard on a Nativity play for our local church.  She had offered me a part in the play.  I refused the part.  Why? I had no idea I had become a stubborn and rebellious teenager. In retrospect, I had no good reason to turn down the part.  Two days before the opening, her leading actor pulled out of the play. I believe he got cold feet.  I was her only recourse and she came to me one more time.  I accepted. What is my reward? A kiss from an old lady in the audience.  How did my mother feel? Proud.  Me? I love Christmas it brings out the best in people.  It makes our goodness shine. What a gift Christmas is but for us to accept.

I Remember Christmas.

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CHAPRER 7 {NATIVITY PLAY}

 

        The school term is not yet over my part is still available.  One week before Christmas, I rehearsed my part.  The play opens on Christmas Eve.  There was a standing ovation for me before and after the play.  By then Deanna wanted to act with me she was in love with me all along and I did not know.  Oh! Boy! How I love this Christmas time of the Year.

I remember Christmas.

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CHAPTER 6 - Sick and in Hospital

 

I had a part in a Nativity play. I was Joseph, the leading actor.  Every boy in the school wanted to be near the girl that played the lead female part.  Deanna.  Deanna was Mary.  I had long since been in love with her, so of course I was devastated when I got ill and had to be hospitalized.  No end seemed in sight.  The doctors could not find out what ailed me.  I went through a battery of tests, and still no results and I wasn’t  feeling any better.  The Christmas season was fast approaching, and I was feeling depressed.

         Sick and in hospital, how miserable can that be?  I then got a gift -  a pair of Cowboy guns and a holster. My spirits perked up.  I was still sick but in a much better mood. One evening a gentleman came to visit whom I had never seen before, and he took a picture of me, standing on my bed with my guns drawn. He promised to return later with a copy of the photograph.   My mood changed miraculously and I began to feel better.  The spirit of Christmas was in the air again.

         Oh! How I love this festive season of the year.  Soon came the day that I was to be discharged, the gentleman had not returned with the picture of me.  I was packed and ready and waiting for my parents to pick me up.  I sat on my bed feeling very sad and pensive. Maybe I would never see the gentleman who took the picture of me again?  Then I would never see how I looked. 

However, remember this is Christmas. Just as I removed my hands from my eyes, the gentleman came rushing in, waving my picture above his head.  I loved it! I looked great! I was overjoyed. Years later as an adult I learned the identity of the gentleman after examining the back of the photograph. 

 I remember Christmas

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