"Lotto, Lotto, Lotto!
It will be expensive, the lotto will have to rebuild itself!
I have no idea who is Lindsay, he appears to be selling it, it was sent to Bunty who sent it to me.
This is Old Land, with Old Title (at least until my encounter with the Old Man*s family at the Old Man*s *city home* in Blanchisseuse. Gerry Besson and I met Mr. Borde- an old cocoa panyol man-- as we walked down to Cachipa Bay from the old Paria Main Road. He was with his companion Ma Dolly, a delightful little Spirit. Borde*s wife lived in POS where their family did well in the Civil Service and Accountancy. More curious, Old Borde*s daughter was Judy*s (my wife*s Godmother, we learned. The family was always embarrassed that Pa chose to live in the jungle with his lover! Mistress Borde was a heavy, church-going, bedecked, powdered-chest *Lady*. No wonder Pa ran away!
Anyway, Pa and Dolly took wonderful care of Gerry (Besson) and I, the two of us making our first trek into the forest walking 34 days from Blanchisseuse to matelot. Dolly cooked for us, we all got tipsy, and she told us that she knows the words for snake bite, and to calm the seas. Also, and this shared conspiratorially-- *It have a Mermaid in Shark River*!
So many stories, Melise, and all this before the Earth People ever came there.
We met on a couple more hikes, they looked after us, Pa told me once he would ask his family if he could sell the land to me.]I really do not know if this has been a speculation ongoing since family rejected this and Good Shepherd gave me the Ballerina as consolation?
The family *made him move* to Blanchisseuse because he was getting old. I do not know when they would have passed on, but they were old...
So much..... " ~ OCano
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my friend wrote me this and I just had to share it. there is so much here..
first of all it is for old land for sale on the north coast that was once owned by a coco payol man, and it struck me. that is so characteristic and prevalent in trinidad, to the extent? that my own cocopayol family owned huge tracts of land from upper st. joseph all the way over to maracas beach. and whats more, that land is still in the family,
then. i read the part about Mrs Borde's "powdered chest" and it hit me about the ghetto chicks who powder their neck and chest with these huge white paps as if it is whitewash paint on a black canvas. I have often wondered what that is about , why it is done. but apart from whatever the reason girls and women do that, to read and be reminded of that very european woman's practice...it made me see the practice in the black community as an everyday mas , all year round carnival , mimic and portrayal of white society plantation owners all over again. i was bemused.
then to hear of mermaids. blow. mind. I actually read and knew of that folklore previously. I just never heard or seen or read anyone else living ever validate its truth. but there are references of that in the orisa pantheon, i think. then there is reference to it in caribbean folklore, and haitian caribbean folklore/ I wish that old woman was still living to hear her tell me about that
and clearly for that land --it must be a magical wonderland and you know watching pics of it, that is the sense I got, long before I read anything said of the land. it was like my third eye saw its truth before i read of its record.
that short piece of writing was just so full of so much richness
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