FLASHBACK: SWEET GUYANA MEMORIES

OK Folks!

 

The topic today is SWEET GUYANA MEMORIES.

 

Speaking of memories, you folks ever notice how as human beings we all hang on to our memories ? You know why ?

 

You see folks--memories are the only things we as humans have that absolutely never change---husbands change, wives change, friends change, people change, places change, but memories don't change.

 

You ever have those flashbacks---those random memories that bring a smile to your face no matter what is going on in your life ?

 

SWEET MEMORIES LAST FOREVER!

 

In this thread please feel free to share some of your sweet Guyana memories.

 

Rev

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EASTER MONDAY

 

Remember how you anxiously looked forward to Easter Monday---your Mom would buy you a new shirt or pants or dress---just to wear on Easter Monday---and you would head off to the sea wall with the colorful kite---the singing engine--- Uncle CP made for you ?lol

 

EASTER MONDAY---THE NEW CLOTHES---THE KITES---THE FESTIVITY---THE CROWDS ALL ALONG THE GUYANA SEAWALL---SWEET MEMORIES

 

Rev

LEMONADE & PURI

 

How many of you remember that lemonade they use to sell in the little green bottle in Guyana----lemonade and puri used to be 25 cents back in the days.

 

That lemonade was the best----not like that sour/bitter crap we get here in America and Canada.

 

HOW MANY OF YOU REMEMBER THE LEMONADE IN THE GREEN BOTTLE ?

 

Rev

PUMA PUNCH

 

How many of you remember PUMA PUNCH!

 

This was back in the 1970s---hated it when it first came out---but then acquired the taste for puma---and then they stopped making it.

 

BUT HOW MANY OF YOU REMEMBER PUMA PUNCH ?

 

Rev

Boy I got so much memories, yes to everything you wrote above. Every holiday I will be celebrating, from dig dutty days and thiefing the pennies out from the hole when the pandit them move off to rubbing powder down them gyal blouse and get a lil free feel up, smoking rolled up graphic newspaper in the outhouse, teking pointer broom and crawling under the donkey cart and tickle the donkey thing, until one day the damn donkey piss pun me, the list goes on

Came in Pink and I think yellow, not sure about the yellow though, was a short stocky bottle
 
 
Originally Posted by Rev Al:

PUMA PUNCH

 

How many of you remember PUMA PUNCH!

 

This was back in the 1970s---hated it when it first came out---but then acquired the taste for puma---and then they stopped making it.

 

BUT HOW MANY OF YOU REMEMBER PUMA PUNCH ?

 

Rev

 

FISH & BREAD AT MAHAICA TRAIN STOP

 

Only the oldies will remember this---but when I was a young boy---I remember my grandmother taking me on the train to Rosignol----then we'd take the ferry over to New Amsterdam where my aunt lived.

 

Anyway---the memory is---at the Mahaica train stop---you had these ladies selling fish and bread out of these big baskets.

 

How many of you remember the trains in Guyana---and how many recall that stop at Mahaica---fish and bread ?

 

Rev

Puma Punch, oh dont get me started Amral. When I was growing up we use it as Poor's man Viagra. The bananna Flavor in it was the best. Must have it ice cold to really enjoy.

 

Brother Rev, we have Skyscrapers and F16 in America but we can NEVER duplicate those human reactions and good feelings here.

Originally Posted by Amral:

how many of you remember getting yuh first glimpse at a skin magazine   Playboy was modest those days

 

HA HA HA HA HA

 

That is what the Rev calls SWEET MEMORIES.

 

Who can ever forget that ? I was 10 years old in common entrance when my friend Gautam introduced me and others to the mystery of the female body---porno magazines----it was mesmerizing.hahahahahaha

 

Rev

 

 

BRISTOL & BROADWAY CIGARETTE

 

I noticed amral mentioned smoking the rolled up graphic newspaper in the outhouse---quite resourcefullol---how many of you remember the first time you smoked a cigarette ?

 

Well, the Rev was late---I didn't get around to experimenting with smoking until after O'levels---I went to Astor cinema---bought a pack a Bristol---dad used to smoke Bristol----then bought a ticket to house---back in those days you had pit, house and balcony.

 

Anyway, I smoked the whole pack----it was a terrible experience---went home brushed my teeth a hundred times but couldn't get rid of the cigarette taste.

 

NEVER SMOKED AGAIN.hahahaha

Originally Posted by Nehru:

I used to go to Guyana Stores and look through every issue of Playboy after School and claim to miss the Train.

 

ha ha ha ha 

 

There was a guy named PADDO in Bourda market---he was a St Lucian guy and he used to call everybody PADDO.

 

Anyway, I was a teenager back then and used to buy old copies of Time magazine and newsweek from him.

 

Then oneday he said to me, "Paddo you ever read Penthouse magazine ?"hahahaha

 

Lemme say this. The Rev spent a lot of Satudays "researching" at Paddo's stall in bourda market.hahahahahaha

 

Rev

 


 

Nehru, no wonder you're wutliss till today.  

 

The Fish and Bread:  Mahaica was a major stopping point in the 70s for buses doing the Berbice to Georgetown route. Everyone looked forward to the stop just for this food. While sitting in the bus, they purchased the food from the large baskets on the ladies' heads. The fish was just caught from the Mahica Creek and fried; the bread was freshly baked; that food was heavenly. Those ladies did good business and made a good profit.       

WHEN DID YOU DRINK YOUR FIRST BEER ?

 

 

 

 

The first time I ever had a beer was after A levels---I was 18 and figured it was time to try something manly.lol

 

I was home all alone---went to Iris cake shop and paid 35 cents for a banks beer.

 

THAT SHYT WAS BITTER---HATED IT.

 

But then I started teaching after A'levels---taught for a year before emigrating to the US and starting Uni.

 

But anyway, that year teaching at Indians---that's where I developed my beer taste buds.lol

 

Rev

 





Originally Posted by Observer:

Nehru, no wonder you're wutliss till today.  

 

The Fish and Bread:  Mahaica was a major stopping point in the 70s for buses doing the Berbice to Georgetown route. Everyone looked forward to the stop just for this food. While sitting in the bus, they purchased the food from the large baskets on the ladies' heads. The fish was just caught from the Mahica Creek and fried; the bread was freshly baked; that food was heavenly. Those ladies did good business and made a good profit.       


I used to order my Fish and Bread just as the Train about to pull out of the SDtation. This way the seller cant collect, unless he/she can run as fast as the Train.

Originally Posted by Rev Al:

WHEN DID YOU DRINK YOUR FIRST BEER ?

 

 

 

 

The first time I ever had a beer was after A levels---I was 18 and figured it was time to try something manly.lol

 

I was home all alone---went to Iris cake shop and paid 35 cents for a banks beer.

 

THAT SHYT WAS BITTER---HATED IT.

 

But then I started teaching after A'levels---taught for a year before emigrating to the US and starting Uni.

 

But anyway, that year teaching at Indians---that's where I developed my beer taste buds.lol

 

Rev

 




Rico and Rabbies opposite Big Hospital was the Place for a COLD BEERS and watch Binnies passing.

Originally Posted by Nehru:

Bhai Rev, Yuh mek tears coming from my eyes. Tears of Joy Bhai. Abee Guyana too SWEET.


Nehri bhai:

 

Remember the subject is SWEET MEMORIES.

 

There is an old saying:

 

"Life brings tears, smiles, and memories. The tears dry--the smiles fade--but the memories last forever."

 

We all have sweet, wonderful, cherished memories of good old Guyana---memories that will never change.

 

GOOD TIMES--GOOD MUSIC--GOOD MEMORIES = HAPPY LIFE.

 

What says you Nehru bhai--simple philosophy in life, right ?

 

Rev

Originally Posted by Nehru:
Originally Posted by Rev Al:

WHEN DID YOU DRINK YOUR FIRST BEER ?

 

 

 

 

The first time I ever had a beer was after A levels---I was 18 and figured it was time to try something manly.lol

 

I was home all alone---went to Iris cake shop and paid 35 cents for a banks beer.

 

THAT SHYT WAS BITTER---HATED IT.

 

But then I started teaching after A'levels---taught for a year before emigrating to the US and starting Uni.

 

But anyway, that year teaching at Indians---that's where I developed my beer taste buds.lol

 

Rev

 




Rico and Rabbies opposite Big Hospital was the Place for a COLD BEERS and watch Binnies passing.


The Ramkerat Brothers took you drinking or was it Popedeo Persaud??

Originally Posted by Observer:

The Fish and Bread:  Mahaica was a major stopping point in the 70s for buses doing the Berbice to Georgetown route. Everyone looked forward to the stop just for this food. While sitting in the bus, they purchased the food from the large baskets on the ladies' heads. The fish was just caught from the Mahica Creek and fried; the bread was freshly baked; that food was heavenly. Those ladies did good business and made a good profit.       


That's right Observer---SWEET MEMORIES----I am glad someone here remembers that fish and bread experience at the Mahaica train stop.

 

Rev

Originally Posted by Nehru:
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The Ramkerat Brothers took you drinking or was it Popedeo Persaud??

 

ha ha ha ha ha

 

Nehru--it looks like we might know each other.

 

Actually Subhas(Ramkerat) was deputy principal at Indians in the late 70s---Ganesh---"Big Singh" was Principal---he used to ride a big Harley I believe.

 

But the drinking gang was a bunch of young teachers---like myself---just completed A-levels---and waiting for green card to come to America and start Uni.

 

We used to get pay once a month---and sometimes ended up at Rico and Robby's.

 

Rev

 

 

Originally Posted by Rev Al:
Originally Posted by Nehru:
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The Ramkerat Brothers took you drinking or was it Popedeo Persaud??

 

ha ha ha ha ha

 

Nehru--it looks like we might know each other.

 

Actually Subhas(Ramkerat) was deputy principal at Indians in the late 70s---Ganesh---"Big Singh" was Principal---he used to ride a big Harley I believe.

 

But the drinking gang was a bunch of young teachers---like myself---just completed A-levels---and waiting for green card to come to America and start Uni.

 

We used to get pay once a month---and sometimes ended up at Rico and Robby's.

 

Rev

 

 

Mad Singh brother taught me Math and another Geography. A nice, hot young lady by the name of Persaud cant remember her first name taught me english.

Originally Posted by Rev Al:

SHANTA'S DHALL PURI ON CAMP STREET

 

Shanta's is still there---how many of you ever had a dhall puri from Shanta's ?

 

Dhall Puri and egg ball---great lunch---wash that down with a lemonade.

 

Rev

Moi!  Rev you from GT?  Shanta's had the softest puri.

Originally Posted by Rev Al:

 

 

Who can ever forget that ? I was 10 years old in common entrance when my friend Gautam introduced me and others to the mystery of the female body---porno magazines----it was mesmerizing.hahahahahaha

 

Rev

 

 

Is that Gautam from Annnadale who lives in Miami now. He is my BIL's friend.

Originally Posted by alena06:
 

SHANTA'S DHALL PURI ON CAMP STREET

Moi!  Rev you from GT?  Shanta's had the softest puri.


aleana:

 

* Shanta's was down the street from the school both you and the Rev attended.

 

* Did A levels(phys/chem/bio) at QC.

 

* Lived in Prashad Nagar---same street as the Russian embassy when it was in Prashad Nagar---that was the safest street in nagar.

 

HOW ABOUT SHARING SOME OF YOUR GUYANA MEMORIES LENA.

 

Surely you must have had a little teenaged boyfriend you held hands with and toured Promenade gardenslol---that was close to QC.

 

Rev

Originally Posted by alena06:
 

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Is that Gautam from Annnadale who lives in Miami now. He is my BIL's friend.


Lena:

 

The 10 year old Gautam who who stole his dad's girlie magazines---and introduced the 10 yr old Rev to nude photos was my common entrance classmate Gautam Samlall---he lived in Kitty---we both attended Rama Krishna school in Barr street, Kitty.

 

Rev

Originally Posted by Nehru:
Originally Posted by Observer:

Nehru was an extremely wicked chap. 


Still IS Bhai.


Is observer a bhai or bahin ?

 

I had the observer handle down as a bahin.

 

A bhai won't call you wicked---he would praise your memories.

 

Rev

Originally Posted by Rev Al:
Originally Posted by Nehru:
Originally Posted by Observer:

Nehru was an extremely wicked chap. 


Still IS Bhai.


Is observer a bhai or bahin ?

 

I had the observer handle down as a bahin.

 

A bhai won't call you wicked---he would praise your memories.

 

Rev

Thanks for the Info. Bhai Alena was a church going Gal. Straight to School and when bell ring, straight Home.

Originally Posted by Nehru:
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Thanks for the Info. Bhai Alena was a church going Gal. Straight to School and when bell ring, straight Home.

 

ha ha ha

 


Hmmmm! Really ? Alena was a church going girl ?

 

Nehru! As you know--church going girls are among the most adventurous.hahahahaha

 

I'm sure our friend alena is a woman of impeccable character---but surely she must have had some cherished adventures and memories.

 

Rev

 

 

Originally Posted by Rev Al:
Originally Posted by alena06:
 

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Is that Gautam from Annnadale who lives in Miami now. He is my BIL's friend.


Lena:

 

The 10 year old Gautam who who stole his dad's girlie magazines---and introduced the 10 yr old Rev to nude photos was my common entrance classmate Gautam Samlall---he lived in Kitty---we both attended Rama Krishna school in Barr street, Kitty.

 

Rev


Okay then it is not him.

Originally Posted by Nehru:
Originally Posted by Rev Al:
Originally Posted by Nehru:
Originally Posted by Observer:

Nehru was an extremely wicked chap. 


Still IS Bhai.


Is observer a bhai or bahin ?

 

I had the observer handle down as a bahin.

 

A bhai won't call you wicked---he would praise your memories.

 

Rev

Thanks for the Info. Bhai Alena was a church going Gal. Straight to School and when bell ring, straight Home.

I wonder where u get your false info from.

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