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Reply to "Your best memories of Easter growing up in Guyana."

My earliest kite-flying memory. Around 1956. I was not yet 5 years old and my sister was a year younger. Early Easter morning our mother took us to a spot near our home between Uitvlugt Pasture and Casbah. She got someone to raise our kites and she returned home. After a while my sister and I felt hungry and decided to return home for breakfast. At that time it was a burnt-earth street, not yet asphalted, and we got two big burnt bricks and placed them as weights upon the "balla", hoping to resume after breakfast. When we got home empty handed our mother demanded an explanation and then she rushed us back to the spot. Our kites were too strong for the weights and had flown away. But people were honest in those days and someone who had seen us flying our kites went and retrieved them from someone's yard and returned the kites to my mother.

FM
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