I attended BSE in 1960 and was boarding in Belvedere during the 3 years at BSE. Great memories of the place. In Albion there were a few guys from different parts of Guyana. They were boarding at different homes while attending CHS and Nath High School. New Years eve was a great time for us. We spent the night having a few beers, going to the late show at Yollanda and hung out at Albion Bridge until the wee hours of the morning. A few boys from Albion were in company with us, Baigan, Permaul, Rueben, and few others. John hung out with us a lil bit, one of his cousin (called Brother) was close to a guy attending Nath. Great time being together, Guyana was a fabulous place to grow up in.
Later in the day, New Years day, we will all end up at the home of one of the local boys.
Yes, I knew Deonarine, a very hard worker. The two other boys I remembered them, their father was an local cricketer.
Chandra, I remembered her.
The lemonade factory in Rose Hall, never forget. My Sunday School Teacher, Chloe took me on her visit to her parents home for a week. I tagged along with her brothers to the lemonade factory. We washed bottles for as many lemonade drink we could drink. That was in 1954. Was a great week, it was the first time I had soup in a soup bowl-they were uppity people, as with almost all Black people of that era. China, knives, forks and spoons were part of their living standards.
I immigrated in September of 1967. Had some good opportunities at Blairmont during 65 to 67. Looking back, I did the right thing in leaving Guyana. Made many efforts to give back to the country, EVERYONE OF THEM fell upon unproductive ground, whether it was uncaring politicians or citizens who rather steal than build. Spent hundreds of thousands of dollar before I realized the untrusting culture in Guyana. Never could have a task completed unless I was present, dem ppl dat always want to collect free money. Even family.