PAGING GILBAKKA:
Wha going on wid yuh canal people dem ?
* Anyway, Life really short. Suh Lemme enjoy the minimum 5 decades the "creator" has in store for me.
Rev
Boy, Canal #2 Polder is my birthplace. My navel string/placenta was buried in a big yard where my maternal grandfather lived. He was the village overseer from the early 1940s up to 1967.
I was born at Canal but me mumma man was from Uitvlugt, which is where I grew up. I spent many unforgettable school vacations at Canal #2.
It used to be a beautiful and peaceful village with a clean and clear 7-mile-long canal that abounded with big hassar, houri, yarrow and patwa. Coffee, oranges, cashews, avocados, cassava, plantain, jamoon...all those things flourished there. The people of Canal #2 were healthy and strong and smart too. I believe they still are. Great folks.
Please do not draw the wrong conclusion from Chameli's relative's passing. People die everywhere.
My condolence is hereby offered to Chameli.
Gil,
Did you ever fish the canal? I bet the fishing was good. Cast net or hook?
My grandparents didn't like the idea. I used to stand on the road and watch others throwing nets. At night, I used to stand at a front window and follow the movements of flambeaux, bottle lamps indicating that someone was catching fish.
In adulthood, I loved fishing with handlines and imported rods. My favorite spot was the jetty in GT at the Demerara River mouth. I caught lots of yellow-tail snappers and cuirass there.
Next favorite spot: Tiger Creek in the Boeraserie conservancy. I used to hunt and fish there with some Russians.