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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.

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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Originally posted by Rosita:

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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.

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.

Oh well it still sounds romantic in my world

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Originally posted by Bookman:
BOOKMAN'S MEMORIES OF GUYANA:
Zex soap. OK soap. Carbolic soap. Dry nenwah scrubber. Coconut husk pot scrubber. Canadian Healing Oil. Ferrol Cough Syrup. Whizz pain killer, Phensic pain killer. Phosphorene. PL pills. Brooklax. Calabash. Rain water vat. Sill and lorha. Dhal gutni. Pooknee. Sifta. Flat iron. Communal standpipe. Communal latrine over trench. Roxy cinema. Monarch cinema. Erlo cinema. Tarla cinema. TIGER the wallaba wood man from Leonora. Tube radios: PYE, ECKO, Ferguson. Berec batteries. Mohini Hair Oil. Humber bicycle. Raleigh bicycle. Triumph bicycle. BSA motorbike. Mandall's De Soto car at Zeeburg. Sweet fig banana. Barahar fruit. Bookers Gin. Portello soft drinks. Puma soft drinks. Ferraz peanut punch. Lighthouse cigarettes. Broadway cigarettes. Texas 99 cigarettes. Bristol cigarettes. Lighthouse matches. Russian Bear rum. D'Andrade fruit cured rum. Correia's wine. Auto Supplies. Hindustani-Pakistani Record Bar. Jihangir Record Bar. Ayube Hamid. Ishri Singh. Sonny Mohamed. Pita Peyari. Bulla Mubarak. Mohan Nandu. Gobin Ram. King Cobra. Lord Canary. ACE Record Bar. SPCK Bookshop. Argosy Bookshop. Midget Bookshop. Central Bookshop. Ifill's Book Stall in Stabroek Market. Fowlcock sweetie. Oasis restaurant. Rendezvous restaurant. Bamboo Garden restaurant. Farm Fresh restaurant. National restaurant. Brown Betty ice cream. Kissing Bridge in Botanical Gardens. Porknocker statue in Guyana Museum. Salted Channa sold in newspaper funnel.

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Mandall's De Soto car at Zeeburg.

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Originally posted by Bookman:
BOOKMAN'S MEMORIES OF GUYANA:
Zex soap. OK soap. Carbolic soap. Dry nenwah scrubber. Coconut husk pot scrubber. Canadian Healing Oil. Ferrol Cough Syrup. Whizz pain killer, Phensic pain killer. Phosphorene. PL pills. Brooklax. Calabash. Rain water vat. Sill and lorha. Dhal gutni. Pooknee. Sifta. Flat iron. Communal standpipe. Communal latrine over trench. Roxy cinema. Monarch cinema. Erlo cinema. Tarla cinema. TIGER the wallaba wood man from Leonora. Tube radios: PYE, ECKO, Ferguson. Berec batteries. Mohini Hair Oil. Humber bicycle. Raleigh bicycle. Triumph bicycle. BSA motorbike. Mandall's De Soto car at Zeeburg. Sweet fig banana. Barahar fruit. Bookers Gin. Portello soft drinks. Puma soft drinks. Ferraz peanut punch. Lighthouse cigarettes. Broadway cigarettes. Texas 99 cigarettes. Bristol cigarettes. Lighthouse matches. Russian Bear rum. D'Andrade fruit cured rum. Correia's wine. Auto Supplies. Hindustani-Pakistani Record Bar. Jihangir Record Bar. Ayube Hamid. Ishri Singh. Sonny Mohamed. Pita Peyari. Bulla Mubarak. Mohan Nandu. Gobin Ram. King Cobra. Lord Canary. ACE Record Bar. SPCK Bookshop. Argosy Bookshop. Midget Bookshop. Central Bookshop. Ifill's Book Stall in Stabroek Market. Fowlcock sweetie. Oasis restaurant. Rendezvous restaurant. Bamboo Garden restaurant. Farm Fresh restaurant. National restaurant. Brown Betty ice cream. Kissing Bridge in Botanical Gardens. Porknocker statue in Guyana Museum. Salted Channa sold in newspaper funnel.

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anybody still gat wan pozy

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Originally posted by ksazma:

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Originally posted by amral:
anybody still gat wan pozy

Aunty AGH said that she has a plant in one.

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Originally posted by amral:
anybody still gat wan pozy

Aunty AGH said that she has a plant in one.

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Originally posted by Miraver:
You could have seen the face of one of my co-wrokers when I was explaining "pozey" to her. I had to keep reminding her that we were too poor to have "inside toilet" facilities.

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Originally posted by IGH:
That was Bookman's nanee's pozee that she bequeathed to me.

I will pot the picture later. Have to go make dinner early; one of the two Princes is visiting today. the my

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Originally posted by ksazma:
why dem call dem seersucker?

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Originally posted by Cobra:
Anyone remembered picking bell flower (hibiscus) on Sunday morning to pray or throw dhar? (hindus)

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Originally posted by chameli:

seersucker is back in style

saw some cool spring colour shirts in the Bay...for work (my lil girlie say is ole ppl style)

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Originally posted by amral:
anybody still gat wan pozy

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Originally posted by amral:
anybody still gat wan pozy

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Anyone ever got bitten by Lassie the Killer?

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They helped us to survive on the open savannahs when we left the jungle.

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They helped us to survive on the open savannahs when we left the jungle.

I wonder what marinate was used.

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Originally posted by Cobra:
Dogs, donkey, and bicycle are three of men closest companion. No fuel to burn, no pollution, and you get protection from your dog.

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What game is this and who played it the most? Tap into your memory.