For me, I grew up with my Aunt and Uncle at Leonora. Several weeks before Easter we will start flying cheap paper kites that are made with pointer broom and exercise book paper.
But gradually as Easter grew nearer Oudai Paul shop which was a few doors from us will start displaying the kite paper. I was never good at making the proper kites, but my uncle will patiently cut the pieces of wood that are needed and he will sand them down and start the framing process. He had a few outside children so it was not only 1 kite for me but he made 2 others also for his kids.
I will watch him as the kites started to take shape. No one kite was better than the other, he was a fair man, he made each one just as carefully and beautiful as the other. The star cut out was a wonder to me. He always made a spare kite in case one of us kids lost our kite.
Good Friday and Saturday we will take a basic kite out to fly. But Easter Sunday and Monday we will take the masterpiece out.
The seawall as so crowded that it use to be a challenge passing by others as we navigate the ducking and passing of the ball of twine.
I never cared for lunch during those 2 days, (most times you will get snacks or so from other friends families on the seawall).
From about 11 am till later in the evening we will be on the seawall flying kites. Walking from Leonora all the way to CI or Stewartville meeting up with friends and other families.
Later I learnt the art of tying razor blade on the tail of the kite, (those spare kites certainly came in useful then ). By my last year in Guyana, kite flying took second place, I was more interested in meeting up with the girls on the seawall and let them fly my kite instead.