REMEMBRANCE OF CHRISTMAS [PART 3]

CHAPTER 3

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 business were burnt to the ground.  These were frightening times for children. My aunt Yvonne whom we lived with then also was 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.

          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.
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REMEMBRANCE OF CHRISTMAS { PART 2}

CHAPTER 2

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”.  That then punctured his right thigh.

    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 taught 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.

Note on art first painting Daughter ent Heavy, I did to replace Brother ent heavy, which I sold.  I also sold Children of the world.  Art ‘O’ holy night, is for sale you may contact me or view same on Saatchiart.com

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REMEMBRANCE OF CHRISTMAS. Part 1

To all my Blog Followers today I begin my annual Christmas Story Remembrance of Christmas.  Thanks for the year 2015 and enjoy the ride. please also view my art on Saatchiart.com and my kids book Once upon an Easter on Lulu.com

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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.  At that age I had no Idea that he was one of Santa’s great helpers, who brought all those wonderful gifts that, adorned the bottom of our Christmas tree. 

The essence of Christmas, giving gifts of love.

I remember Christmas.

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SOLIDARITY

SOLIDARITY

Je suis Batteur,

Ten months ago I completed this painting. Je Suis Batteur in solidarity and Support of Charlie Hebdo.  Friday 13^th 2015 a larger scale aggression took place in France again. I stand in solidarity with citizens of France, citizens worldwide to stop massive violent attacks. Let the drum beat  of our our daily lives touch another and create a chain of peace, inclusiveness and respect for alternate  views. 

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Fort Frances

 Visit Fort Frances Ontario and meet some of nicest people in the world. Here men are renowned for their fish and chip and whisky connoisseurs.  All the women are lovely and bake and make the best cookies and jams. The lakes are lovely and the residence fish all year round. They will tempt you to go ice fishing, and participate their polar plunge.  While there take time to shop their exotic arts and craft stores. Stop by Betty’s and ask for a tour and gawk at the unique items they have. Then to Sunny Cove for kayaking, camping, Hiking and Bonfires at night. We love you Fort Frances.

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ONCE UPON AN EASTER { FINALITY}

ONCE UPON AN EASTER { 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 rope furiously, the rope burning me
hands I already have blisters we kite rise and just as
Pit was coming for the kill we tail cut his rope. We win the
battle.
At the 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

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{Once upon an Easter} Abridged combined version.

Colonies of Sand Flies and Mosquitoes descended on us the, vicious attack of insect on man ever.

The two English soldiers produced the most complete defense in the form of a bottle of Citronella oil.

 “I am the Kite Man.”. His fingers were long, and his hand was steady as he chopped and plane down the boards to be used for our kite.

We had to hitch a ride on a donkey cart and bumped our way to the Back Dam.

Thousands of kites already in the air, kites of every sort, shapes and size. A jukebox was playing loud calypso. Steel band was warming up. “Raise the kite”!

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