Sheik101 posted:yuji22 posted:Sheik101 posted:yuji22 posted:Very Nice Thread.
I remember the good old days in Berbice with lots of open space to fly kites including the No. 63 Beach with my beautiful mixed Girlfriend, beautiful more that a queen.
In my younger days we had two types of kites, "broomie" made of brooms and kite paper and "boardie" made of soft board and kite paper.
We had lots of what other folks are calling gamma cherry in our estate or farmland, we called it paysie. My buddy Boisee was an expert at pasting them and setting up the string around the broom or board to have the correct tension so the when you installed the tongue, the kite would sing.
Broomy kites gave a high pitched noise and Boardie gave a loud noise.
We bought tailors thread for the broomie and fisherman's twine for the boardie and boy, did those kit fly high and sang.
The sky was flooded with kites big and small and they sang all types of songs.
Easter morning was a treat as we flew our kites and enjoyed soft drinks iceee, pepsi, puma and other types of sweet drinks and our home made cakes.
Thousands headed to No. 63 Beach to fly their kites and had fun. Dem New Amsterdam and Town girls would also come down to the beach and we would "lime" them.
Easter was fun in those days and I am sure that is still fun till this day.
Happy Easter. May Lord Jesus bless us all.
Beautiful mixed girlfriend, eh? Is who u think u fooling?
. Nevertheless, My Kite flying days with my friends was based on sheer wickedness. You didn't want us no way near your caddy ole punch.
We used to make our kites ourselves.....with a purpose.
Lemme see if I remember rite. A singing engine, mounting loop, short tail and some razor blades.Dem Bad Boys used to put razor blades on the tail and had the short loop so that the kite would spin and cut the twine on unsuspecting kite flyers.
Like you was a bad boy in you young days ?
Same as Kari.
BTW, I am dead serious about my mixed girlfriend. I was ahead of my times but that story is for another day. Hope poster Gil does not get a hold of this post.
Nuff fite used to break out at the National park and dat seawalls. We used to do this just fuh kicks, eh? Reckless youthman days.
Sometimes I wonder how we in de country side survive dem days. It was a dangerous time, not so much with fights, but dangerous things we did. Den we get older and it was still dangerous.