I would like to revisit my brief yet unforgettable encounter with Daniel Ban. It was in my early teens when my Dad first started telling me stories about this man of mystery with a menacing persona who would be often seen walking by the roadside in St. Kitts, by day and night. He walked, he…
A Good Lad
Gurdeep aka “Titch” and Rupert were two of my best friends growing up in Chalvey. Titch, Rupert and I spent a lot of time getting in to, and talking our way out of trouble with the neighbors. Played football in the streets, broke a few windows, rode our bikes to the park, pulling wheelies along…
Mudder-Wok
Listen to any of our elders describe, or reflect on a time or situation that wasn’t easy, and you will invevitably hear the term “Mudder-Wok used. “Mudder – Wok” can be defined as: Hard back breaking work done tirelessly and dilligently by a person habitually involved in manual labour. What do you think?
Rise and shine
I got fired from my first real job, so we wont talk about that. Let me tell you about the job I had before that. At the age of about ten, my Sister would drag me out of bed each cold damp dreary day at five in the morning, six days a week, Monday to…
The future could be now
Here’s a thought. If we lead by example and model ways of being, will our children celebrate success and should they strive to exceed expectations beyond our own. Do tell….
Memories don’t leave like people do
My Brother was a Carpenter by trade and made pieces of furniture that Mum and Dad cherished. So much so, that when I was in my late twenties, Dad and I drove to my Grandmother’s house (Aunt-Ede) to pick up a beautiful custom built stained wood and glass cabinet that would be kept as a family…
Breakfast at Bourne Road
Bread was expensive and a rare commodity in our house, so breakfast at Bourne Road, before leaving for school was typically a boiled egg with toasted cream crackers, lightly buttered or spread with rasberry jam. A breakfast of champions.
Look for it in the dictionary
I suspect we all remember some of those words that were spoken, and maybe at the time never fully understood. A favourite of my own is still “NANCY-STORY”. Which I now know to be a folktale of the African Gold Coast or the West Indies. Now it all makes sense! Do you have a word…