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TolaTolaSenior Member
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Originally posted by amral:
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Returning and visiting some of our memorable places, can create in our mind a different perception of Guyana, that we remember as children. Not only the people in Guyana have changed, so do us, who have been Canadanianized/Americanized for decades.

When we visit and experience the present harshness of Guyana,developed by the people during the decades while we were away, it takes away from us those memories we cherish most about our earlier life in Guyana.When this happens it is difficult to return to our childhood memories. Like our Indian language and culture, once it is lost, it is almost difficult to find again.

There are valid reasons for not returning to Guyana, in order to retain that memory.


Tola you read my mind, even reading what you wrote there, made a tear form in my eyes.


Amral, this has been a harsh reality for those who spent six months or more in Guyana, working with ordinary citizens.
A Guyanese NY friend and myself, who I have not seen in decades, rented a car to visit many of our childhood places on Old Years day. That night he died of a heart attack and is buried in Guyana.
During our tour, he remarked how isolated he felt about the memories of our childhood.
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Originally posted by chameli:
I hope that all the people (even Cherie-berry) who say dem not going back to GY ever will have a reason to go and then they will see how the beautiful country is still beautiful and how much ppl have developed in their own way...
ppl do not want second hand clothes from TO anymore, they trash the stuff we send and buy fancy clothes...you should see what they wear

every 13 yr old has a cell phone

every home has water supply

i did not meet as many 'poor' ppl as i used to know...
all the ppl who were dirt poor when i lived in greenwich park now own huge houses, trucks, cars etc...and at least one woman in each family is home doing the housework, gardening etc


Like Chami wukkin' fuh de govament? Smile Dukkin' fuh cuvva. Smile
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I remember on the river bank waiting to watch the water recede as the ships pass on the Demerara and then watch it come rushing back in again. I remember jumping off the black rocks at Kaikan into the black water. I remember sliding down the big steep the hill on a coconut branch at Sand Hills by the old church ( still standing) and into the water. I remember heart beating and pulse racing as we come down the Hiama at low tide. I remember riding my horse after the rain at full gallop on on the hard packed dirt with the water splattering all about. I remember shooting Houri and other fishes with a bow and arrow as they lurk next to the run off along the fields. I remember waking up early and going with my grandmother as she catch sherigha with a grass knife as they lay by the side of the streams. I remember going with her to get her fishes from her fish traps at low tide. Iremember cutting down the cabbage palm so they could prepare it to harvest toucama. I remember turu tea in the morning. I remember having to watch BRE to keep the birds away, smoothing the fields on a tractor with cage wheels dragging a large heavy log behind. I remember hearing the jaguar growl slowly as they come next to my grand mothers house in the jungle hoping to snatch our dogs. I remember her being mad at my uncle who wanted to kill it. I remember the Indian guy around the bend on the same creek killing the jaguar and making a lifelong enemy of my grandmother. I remember she was not too unhappy when he stepped on someone's wabini and got shot in the leg. She said he deserved it. I remember her tying a beena on me so I would not be given the bad eye/cursed by the Macoushi in the next village. I remember waking up to hundreds of Toucans, coming strip the Guava trees in the mornings. I remember I am Amerind....alas that Guyana is gone. All I remember now is how much I do not like the PPP...or the PNC for that matter.
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TolaTolaSenior Member
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Originally posted by D2:
I remember on the river bank waiting to watch the water recede as the ships pass on the Demerara and then watch it come rushing back in again. I remember jumping off the black rocks at Kaikan into the black water. I remember sliding down the big steep the hill on a coconut branch at Sand Hills by the old church ( still standing) and into the water. I remember heart beating and pulse racing as we come down the Hiama at low tide. I remember riding my horse after the rain at full gallop on on the hard packed dirt with the water splattering all about. I remember shooting Houri and other fishes with a bow and arrow as they lurk next to the run off along the fields. I remember waking up early and going with my grandmother as she catch sherigha with a grass knife as they lay by the side of the streams. I remember going with her to get her fishes from her fish traps at low tide. Iremember cutting down the cabbage palm so they could prepare it to harvest toucama. I remember turu tea in the morning. I remember having to watch BRE to keep the birds away, smoothing the fields on a tractor with cage wheels dragging a large heavy log behind. I remember hearing the jaguar growl slowly as they come next to my grand mothers house in the jungle hoping to snatch our dogs. I remember her being mad at my uncle who wanted to kill it. I remember the Indian guy around the bend on the same creek killing the jaguar and making a lifelong enemy of my grandmother. I remember she was not too unhappy when he stepped on someone's wabini and got shot in the leg. She said he deserved it. I remember her tying a beena on me so I would not be given the bad eye/cursed by the Macoushi in the next village. I remember waking up to hundreds of Toucans, coming strip the Guava trees in the mornings. I remember I am Amerind....alas that Guyana is gone. All I remember now is how much I do not like the PPP...or the PNC for that matter.


D2, this is a very rich childhood memory of Guyana,its almost similar to those of a person growing up on a sugar cane plantation.
I remember our AmerIndian scouting friends from the interior telling us about their life while at camp near the airport and what we have seen at Upper Mazaruni.
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Originally posted by D2:
I remember on the river bank waiting to watch the water recede as the ships pass on the Demerara and then watch it come rushing back in again. I remember jumping off the black rocks at Kaikan into the black water. I remember sliding down the big steep the hill on a coconut branch at Sand Hills by the old church ( still standing) and into the water. I remember heart beating and pulse racing as we come down the Hiama at low tide. I remember riding my horse after the rain at full gallop on on the hard packed dirt with the water splattering all about. I remember shooting Houri and other fishes with a bow and arrow as they lurk next to the run off along the fields. I remember waking up early and going with my grandmother as she catch sherigha with a grass knife as they lay by the side of the streams. I remember going with her to get her fishes from her fish traps at low tide. Iremember cutting down the cabbage palm so they could prepare it to harvest toucama. I remember turu tea in the morning. I remember having to watch BRE to keep the birds away, smoothing the fields on a tractor with cage wheels dragging a large heavy log behind. I remember hearing the jaguar growl slowly as they come next to my grand mothers house in the jungle hoping to snatch our dogs. I remember her being mad at my uncle who wanted to kill it. I remember the Indian guy around the bend on the same creek killing the jaguar and making a lifelong enemy of my grandmother. I remember she was not too unhappy when he stepped on someone's wabini and got shot in the leg. She said he deserved it. I remember her tying a beena on me so I would not be given the bad eye/cursed by the Macoushi in the next village. I remember waking up to hundreds of Toucans, coming strip the Guava trees in the mornings. I remember I am Amerind....alas that Guyana is gone. All I remember now is how much I do not like the PPP...or the PNC for that matter.

Great recollections, D2. I will remember this wonderful piece, except for the last sentence.
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I hate to disturb this stream of nostalgic romanticism, but these recollections are all pre-PNC.

I remember the starvation and hardship, where bread, butter, cheese and basic foodstuffs were unavailable, long lines for everything, criminals kicking down doors, bars on windows and doors, and a host of other atrocities.
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Originally posted by TI:
I hate to disturb this stream of nostalgic romanticism, but these recollections are all pre-PNC.

I remember the starvation and hardship, where bread, butter, cheese and basic foodstuffs were unavailable, long lines for everything, criminals kicking down doors, bars on windows and doors, and a host of other atrocities.


and during all of that, you have no recollection of a happy memory?
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Originally posted by Bookman:
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Originally posted by D2:
I remember on the river bank waiting to watch the water recede as the ships pass on the Demerara and then watch it come rushing back in again. I remember jumping off the black rocks at Kaikan into the black water. I remember sliding down the big steep the hill on a coconut branch at Sand Hills by the old church ( still standing) and into the water. I remember heart beating and pulse racing as we come down the Hiama at low tide. I remember riding my horse after the rain at full gallop on on the hard packed dirt with the water splattering all about. I remember shooting Houri and other fishes with a bow and arrow as they lurk next to the run off along the fields. I remember waking up early and going with my grandmother as she catch sherigha with a grass knife as they lay by the side of the streams. I remember going with her to get her fishes from her fish traps at low tide. Iremember cutting down the cabbage palm so they could prepare it to harvest toucama. I remember turu tea in the morning. I remember having to watch BRE to keep the birds away, smoothing the fields on a tractor with cage wheels dragging a large heavy log behind. I remember hearing the jaguar growl slowly as they come next to my grand mothers house in the jungle hoping to snatch our dogs. I remember her being mad at my uncle who wanted to kill it. I remember the Indian guy around the bend on the same creek killing the jaguar and making a lifelong enemy of my grandmother. I remember she was not too unhappy when he stepped on someone's wabini and got shot in the leg. She said he deserved it. I remember her tying a beena on me so I would not be given the bad eye/cursed by the Macoushi in the next village. I remember waking up to hundreds of Toucans, coming strip the Guava trees in the mornings. I remember I am Amerind....alas that Guyana is gone. All I remember now is how much I do not like the PPP...or the PNC for that matter.

Great recollections, D2. I will remember this wonderful piece, except for the last sentence.
It happens when you grow up and are made to contemplate connections to things outside the narrow reality of ones personal pastoral existence. The meanness and the greed of men in distant places cuts into local life with astonishing sharpness and what was once an idyllic dream shatters into a thousand disintegral fragments and like humpty dumpty, never to be put back together again.
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Originally posted by TI:
I hate to disturb this stream of nostalgic romanticism, but these recollections are all pre-PNC.

I remember the starvation and hardship, where bread, butter, cheese and basic foodstuffs were unavailable, long lines for everything, criminals kicking down doors, bars on windows and doors, and a host of other atrocities.
I do not remember pre PNC or early PNC. I am a child who became stripped of innocence and thrust into the world of unmitigating racial hate, petty political quarrels lifted to brutal extremes and the persistence of such intractable indulging in this elixir of ignorance in the mid to late 70's.
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T TI (Guest)
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Originally posted by Riya:

and during all of that, you have no recollection of a happy memory?


I do, but nostalgia is often imagined and may not even be related to real events.
I remember a lot of events but I am questioning myself whether it was really happy at the time.

Maybe those those special memories we keep mean more to us later than they did at the time of actual occurrence.

Or maybe we are all in love with the past, and wish for our lives to be the way they once were.
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Originally posted by D2:
I remember on the river bank waiting to watch the water recede as the ships pass on the Demerara and then watch it come rushing back in again. I remember jumping off the black rocks at Kaikan into the black water. I remember sliding down the big steep the hill on a coconut branch at Sand Hills by the old church ( still standing) and into the water. I remember heart beating and pulse racing as we come down the Hiama at low tide. I remember riding my horse after the rain at full gallop on on the hard packed dirt with the water splattering all about. I remember shooting Houri and other fishes with a bow and arrow as they lurk next to the run off along the fields. I remember waking up early and going with my grandmother as she catch sherigha with a grass knife as they lay by the side of the streams. I remember going with her to get her fishes from her fish traps at low tide. Iremember cutting down the cabbage palm so they could prepare it to harvest toucama. I remember turu tea in the morning. I remember having to watch BRE to keep the birds away, smoothing the fields on a tractor with cage wheels dragging a large heavy log behind. I remember hearing the jaguar growl slowly as they come next to my grand mothers house in the jungle hoping to snatch our dogs. I remember her being mad at my uncle who wanted to kill it. I remember the Indian guy around the bend on the same creek killing the jaguar and making a lifelong enemy of my grandmother. I remember she was not too unhappy when he stepped on someone's wabini and got shot in the leg. She said he deserved it. I remember her tying a beena on me so I would not be given the bad eye/cursed by the Macoushi in the next village. I remember waking up to hundreds of Toucans, coming strip the Guava trees in the mornings. I remember I am Amerind....alas that Guyana is gone. All I remember now is how much I do not like the PPP...or the PNC for that matter.



This sound like Mills & Boon material. Smile
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Originally posted by cain:
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Originally posted by TI:
...Or maybe we are all in love with the past, and wish for our lives to be the way they once were.

20 years from now, we'll be in love with today and wish for it to be as is. That's why I tend to just enjoy the todays and leave yesterdays and tomorrows where they're supposed to be.


Cain, this is so true.
We tend to cling just to the fond memories of the past that is why we often hear "the good ole days".

Talking about memories, how do we want to be remembered? Each of us will make a mark, what would that mark be?
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Originally posted by Rosita:
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Originally posted by D2:
I remember on the river bank waiting to watch the water recede as the ships pass on the Demerara and then watch it come rushing back in again. I remember jumping off the black rocks at Kaikan into the black water. I remember sliding down the big steep the hill on a coconut branch at Sand Hills by the old church ( still standing) and into the water. I remember heart beating and pulse racing as we come down the Hiama at low tide. I remember riding my horse after the rain at full gallop on on the hard packed dirt with the water splattering all about. I remember shooting Houri and other fishes with a bow and arrow as they lurk next to the run off along the fields. I remember waking up early and going with my grandmother as she catch sherigha with a grass knife as they lay by the side of the streams. I remember going with her to get her fishes from her fish traps at low tide. Iremember cutting down the cabbage palm so they could prepare it to harvest toucama. I remember turu tea in the morning. I remember having to watch BRE to keep the birds away, smoothing the fields on a tractor with cage wheels dragging a large heavy log behind. I remember hearing the jaguar growl slowly as they come next to my grand mothers house in the jungle hoping to snatch our dogs. I remember her being mad at my uncle who wanted to kill it. I remember the Indian guy around the bend on the same creek killing the jaguar and making a lifelong enemy of my grandmother. I remember she was not too unhappy when he stepped on someone's wabini and got shot in the leg. She said he deserved it. I remember her tying a beena on me so I would not be given the bad eye/cursed by the Macoushi in the next village. I remember waking up to hundreds of Toucans, coming strip the Guava trees in the mornings. I remember I am Amerind....alas that Guyana is gone. All I remember now is how much I do not like the PPP...or the PNC for that matter.



This sound like Mills & Boon material. Smile
I think you are giving your imagination too much freedom, it was nostalgia not romance. No raven haired, doe eyed girl with ample backsides and melon like mammaries was waiting at the end of the gallop; just my chubby, fussy mom with a towel and lots of yapping about getting sick being out in the cold rain.
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