I was born in 1953 in British Guiana, a British Colony in South America about the size of England. It has the distinction of being the only English speaking country in South America. Due to it’s similar culture it is often considered part of the Caribbean.
Shortly after I was born in the capital city of Georgetown (Atlantic coast of South America, just north of the equator) my father joined “DEMBA” and my family moved to Mackenzie so that my father could strike out on his own and escape the influence of his father and the family business.

Georgetown 1956, Me, Mother and my two older sisters, probably going to see our Uncle the dentist for the annual checkup (Photo Evan Wong)
I grew up in Mackenzie, a bauxite mining town in the middle of the jungle 75 miles up the Demerara River from the capital Georgetown. There were no roads, the only way in and out was by boat. Commercial transportation was provided by the “R.H. Carr” a river steamer that dropped by usually two or three times a week, offering a ten hour ride to Georgetown. The slow rate of travel was mandated to ensure that the wake of the steamer did not sink the Corial (dugout canoe, from the Dutch Korjaal) used by most people on the Demerara river. In addition to, no roads there was no TV, no radio and virtually no newspapers providing quite the pocket of isolation.
Bauxite is the ore that Aluminum is made from and at one time Mackenzie was one of the worlds largest suppliers of Bauxite. During World War II, Mackenzie was the primary supplier of Bauxite to the allies. This supply was of vital importance to the war effort. The Americans leased land from the British in 1941 and built and operated Atkinson Air Field (Guyana’s first airport) near Georgetown to provide air reconnaissance and protection for this Bauxite supply.
Bauxite processing facilities at Mackenzie were also expanded during the war with the new facilities being constructed underground to be immune from German and Japanese bombing (Yeah I know it’s hard to believe, either the war planners were idiots or far sighted, take your pick). The American’s also built a runway in Mackenzie that could be used to provide air defense of the bauxite, but since no real threat emerged it was never brought into an operational airfield.
The following photo was probably taken at Three Friends Mine.

Uncle John hoists me in the air, only my youngest brother is missing from the photo (Photo Evan Wong)
At the time of my childhood Mackenzie was a thriving mining town owned and operated by the Demerara Bauxite Company (DEMBA) a subsidiary of the Aluminum Company of Canada (ALCAN) from Montreal, Canada. Operating the bauxite mine and processing facilities required roughly one hundred engineers. Getting these engineers and their families to want to live and work in this isolated community takes some doing. DEMBA/ALCAN constructed a separate community called Watooka within Mackenzie with certain facilities above and beyond what could be expected in Canada at the time. Despite its’ isolation this little pocket of Canadiana had certain advantages.
R.H. Carr – This ship was an icon from the early days.
Three Friends – More than just a mine.







Hi, there! How wonderful it is to meet you. My parents were Jack and Mary Connolly … Dad was an engineer and may have known your father. I was born in Watooka in 1943 and I have many fond memories of there.
I have maintained a large no. of contacts with the now grown up little friends that I knew there and I have a huge file on this whole experience. Many of my friends have given me their input for a book that I am writing, “The Children of Watooka”. Many of my little colleagues of then have grown to have experienced interesting lives, some with incredible achievements.
Your input and that of the others who have been communicating via your site would add great value to my writing. I am good friends with G.’s High Commissioner to Canada and know Sam Hinds … plus many Guyanese authors, etc.
I am a retired engineer.
Cheers! Steve Connolly
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BobW ( Steve, I’ve sent you an email)
Comment by steve connolly — October 2, 2008 @ 10:55 am |
Amazingly small world
Surfing the WEB & found this
I lived in Guiana at that time — Knew the Wongs well — Father Bill Forbes
I now work in Saudi Arabia( Fluor Arabia– Yansab Petrochemical Project) — but live in Australia – Perth
I knew all of the people mentioned — well but lost touch
My mother is now in Montreal in a home for the Aged– at 93
Sisters in Toronto
Comment by John Forbes — December 12, 2008 @ 5:22 am |
Your collection is wonderful, found just like John! My father Robin worked for Alcan in Guyana from 1961 (three months after I was born) until 1967. I am second of four boys, youngest brother was born in Mackenzie in 1966, now in Hong Kong, the rest of us are in UK. Dad continued working for Alcan in UK and then Brasil (1980-85).
My own memories of Guyana are pretty hazy. Your pictures of the Dakota, the river, Watooka Day School and many others stimulate the grey matter. I remember caddying for Dad (80 last year) and swimming in the creeks to collect his golf balls amongst the camoodies (not that he hit into the creeks very often).
I am sure my Dad and Mum would be pleased to be remembered to all your people.
Best wishes
James
Comment by James Mallinson — January 15, 2009 @ 7:49 am |
Hi there,
Every day I check into the site to see who has written in.
Brrrr. Roll on Spring!
I’m wondering if anyone has a copy of the recipe book that the Watooka wives put together. I think it was called The Watooka Cookbook. Mum’s got lost in the shuffle. I’ve asked Steve Connolly the same question.
Keep warm folks!
Pat Hunte-Cusack
Wainfleet, Ontario
p.s. To the Forbes – please give our best to your mom!
Comment by Pat Cusack nee Hunte — January 19, 2009 @ 9:18 am |
What a wonderful surprise to see your website.
My father, Herb Swan, lived in British Guiana and worked for DEMBA for several years in the early 1940′s. It was lovely reading your site as it reminded me of my Dad’s stories of his life living along The Demerara River and working for the Bauxite Mine.
Dad left British Guiana in 1944 and travelled to the Middle East where he lived and worked and raised his family in Bahrain for the next 23 years.
I found your website as I was researching info. on Kaieteur Falls and the Mackenzie Airfield in Guiana. I’ll keep checking back to see your latest updates.
Thanks
Debbie Swan Courneya
Bolton, Ontario
Canada
Comment by Debbie Swan Courneya — March 16, 2009 @ 11:50 am |
Hi,
I was born in Georgetown in 1945. My father, John Brenan, was an accountant at Fogartys Dept store, until we left for Canada in 1953. I seem to remember that our dentist’s name was Wong and that he later emigrated to England and his wife,was killed in a car accident. My parent’s knew them well if this was your uncle and aunt.
Thank you for the photos and bringing back childhood memories.
Elizabeth
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BobW (
It’s great to meet more BG folk like you. I’ve been very tardy with my email lately. I’m blaming my ISP, we’re on a radio link that is not too reliable.
One of my Uncles in Georgetown was a dentist, we always referred to him as uncle Lesly, so I never knew if his last name was Wong, but you never know. He did move to England and his wife was killed in a car crash so we must be on the same wavelength.
I well remember Fogartys one of the few stores in BG that carried exotic goods, at least they were exotic to us.)
Comment by Elizabeth Garrett — April 27, 2009 @ 10:32 pm |
I was very pleased to find your website.
My Grandfather was R.H. Carr. He was the Chairman of Messrs. Sprostons Ltd, Managing Director of the Demerara Bauxite Co and Vice President of the Northern Aluminum Company of Canada.
He died of heart failure due to Malaria and accentuated by Ptomaine poisoning. I believe the date was 1924. After he died they named the boat after him. The family lived at 71 Main Street
Georgetown, and after his death, they returned to England. If I can find a way of sending you
some photographs to you, I will.
Armorel Clinton
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Amorel,
Would I ever love to see some shots from your grandfathers life. I know others would like to see same.
To go to British Guiana (BG) he must have been quite a guy. Then to get out and about in BG he must have been exceptional.
Do you have any stories of his life?
Comment by armorel clinton — June 20, 2009 @ 12:15 pm |
I worked at Sprostons Ltd during the 60′s, the General manager at that time lived at that residence on main st. I have no idea what has become of it.
Comment by C L Barrow — November 23, 2011 @ 12:30 am |
The R.H. Carr was purchased by A. Mazaharally & Sons, Ltd., a timber concern. The boat lies in ruins in the Mazaruni River at a place called Skull Point.
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BobW (Hey Roger thanks for the tip, that should put that concern to bed)
Comment by Roger Ally — September 1, 2009 @ 11:01 pm |
Hello would you be the brother of Jenney Evan Wong who was crowned Miss British Guyana World. If yes I had the task to drive to Mackenzie early one morning and take her to Georgetown for a morning meeting that would be about 1969/70
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BobW (John, A great bit of sleuthing on your part. As I recall, Gillette was sponsoring her in the pageant, which I never got to see, Georgetown was just too far away in those days.)
Comment by John C. Yates — September 20, 2009 @ 7:51 pm |
It would be great to have “The R.W Carr” Restored, She seem to have a lot of history to his memory and the river
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BobW (I would be great but Roger Ally left a comment saying…
“The R.H. Carr was purchased by A. Mazaharally & Sons, Ltd., a timber concern. The boat lies in ruins in the Mazaruni River at a place called Skull Point.”
I suspect restoration is out of the question, just too bad.)
Comment by Joseph Chadwick — September 21, 2009 @ 8:49 pm |
What wonderful sites – have looked at various ones 3 times today and it certainly brings back many happy memories. I now live in Scotland and Mum, Sheila Hiscocks lives near me in a sheltered flat, she was 90 this year and loves getting all Mackenzie news in various Christmas Cards. Pat(Hunte) I have a copy of the last Mackenzie cookbook might even have the first if I dig deep! Both my brothers, David and Philip (Pip) live in England. Pip spent many years going back to Guyana to help in the Rupanunni with eco tourism. I’d love to hear from anyone who remembers us – Jimmy & Sheila Hiscocks and David, Gillian and Philip.
Comment by Gillian Roddis (Hiscocks) — September 23, 2009 @ 4:51 pm |
I just happened to visit A. Mazaharally and sons website, when I found your article.Nice pics, How did the deer go down??? LOL What did your family did with the old Land Rover? Actually I used to stay in Skull Point…Friend of the Mazaharally’s. I am Trinidadian, but I love Guyana, hoping when I retire going there to live.
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BobW (Yaseen, I haven’t been able to find A. Mazaharally and Sons web site. I heard from another commenter (Roger Alley) that they were responsible for the plight of the old R.H. Carr up at Skull Point on the Mazaruni River. My Dad made a post on Land Rovers over here. Old Land Rovers never die.)
Comment by Yaseen Hosein — October 5, 2009 @ 1:23 am |
i love the pics and i love my country. its so amazing how things have changed. i’ve nevr seen this side of Guyana before and I love it. its the best in the world. and i am and will always be proud to be a guyanese whereever i live. Guyana has made me who i am. im proud of the teachers, the values, morals and principles, guyana has thought me.
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BobW (Meliswa, I echo your sentiment. Sometimes I wonder if it is just fondness for our beginings, or if Guyana has something special. I suspect both might be true.)
Comment by MILISWA MOFFETT — October 6, 2009 @ 11:10 am |
Dear All, Re North Wales: I am a descendant of the Knowles Family, Drapers of Denbigh, and am very attached to my roots in the Wirral and the River Dee. In the early eighties I discovered an archive of all the specialised vessels built by James Crichton & Co Ltd at Saltney, outside Chester. They include cross-channel barges and Saint Class ocean rescue tugs for use in WW1, ferries for Hobart and Sydney Harbour until the bridge was opened in 1930, other craft for African rivers, and tugs and barges for Argentina. I became aware in the early eighties from the Saltney Historical Society that a handful of these vessels was thought to be still afloat. From 1985 I spent five years in Munich, so the research was interrupted. On return to Bath in 1992, I was able to re-visit the subject and followed a hunch that the MV R.H. Carr was afloat in Guyana. I wrote a letter to the Guyana Chronicle and received a prompt reply from Mr Yacoob Ally of A. Mazaharally & Sons Ltd, who kindly advised me that the ship was still afloat and could be inpescted by arrangement. The problem has been general refusal of all my funding applications. Fortunately John Grimshaw and his wife Pauline found my internet material and contacted me before going on vacation to Guyana, so we talked, met and he went off to see the country and visit the ship. This has brought the project back to life and we still hope to persuade sponsors, particularly the Big Food Group/Booker Cash & Carry/Iceland Frozen Foods, the successors to Booker McConnell, who used to run most of the economy in British Guiana. It is a remarkable coincidence that following these mergers, the Registered Office of the consolidated company is situated on the Deeside Industrial Estate, only 4 km from Connah’s Quay Dock, where we would like to exhibit the ship.
Comment by mike knowles in bath uk — January 23, 2011 @ 3:11 pm |
Re: the RH Carr, some one IS trying to recover her !!!
Fond memories of this proud little ship, I used to live at Wales and often saw this wonderful bright white little ship steaming proudly up the Demerara to McKenzie..
http://www.irishseashipping.com/news/2009/05_2009/05_2009.htm
Comment by bill — October 11, 2009 @ 6:59 pm |
Great site.The the Guyana I remember.
Comment by guy henry — October 18, 2009 @ 12:01 am |
Oh Shucks-Yaseen (aka Trini), yep I remember you. Your parents were very good friends of my dad-Uncle Moze. We met in Supenaam. You were on your honeymoon. Hope all is well,
Comment by Roger Ally — October 22, 2009 @ 7:42 pm |
Can you tell me the name of the dentist that you were going to in Georgetown?
My grandfather was a well-known dentist with a remarkable reputation. He also held ChessClub and Cricket Club meetings at the home in Georgetown. (Kindly tell me where the home was in Georgetown so that I’ll know that you do know who I’m speaking of.)
Thank You
I appreciate any information, from anyone. I had an obit clipping with a photo of my grandfather
but it has been lost. My mother passed away and with her much info has been lost.
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BobW (Email on the way)
Comment by Margaret Eversley — November 18, 2009 @ 8:49 pm |
Hi,
I’ve never been to Guyana, but my father came from Georgetown. You are about four years older than me, so the picture of your mum evokes similar memories of mine in the early sixties.
Comment by Mike — November 21, 2009 @ 11:22 am |
The query about the dentist – the photo looks like it was taken on Main Street – Leslie Evan-Wong lived at the top of Main St. in what is now the British High Commission. His surgery was in the same location. He would be the “uncle”
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BobW (Exactly)
Comment by Sue Evan-Wong — November 26, 2009 @ 4:38 pm |
Nice site Bob,
Lovely photos, brings back memories, distant though they may be.
I distinctly remember you and your brother having bright red welly Boots when we came to visit you in Mckenzie, we are same age,that must have been about 50 years ago now.
I visited you Dad in Boston and he was very happy to see me, as Leslie always made a point of dropping by to see them.
We should try to meet up sometime, as I haven’t seen you since that time in Mckenzie 50 years ago!
Bernie ( Son of Leslie Evan-Wong The Main St Dentist in those days)
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BobW (Email on the way)
Comment by Bernie Evan-Wong — November 26, 2009 @ 6:28 pm |
HELLO BERNIE…I used to teach at Sacred Heart School in the 1950′s and was a member of the Working People’s art Class founded by Edward Burrowes. I met Peter Anderson and Pat (Evan-Wong) at exhibitions organized by the Guianese Art Group. Peter ran a shop FISHERMAN’S CORNER in High street opposite the victoria Law Courts, and sold EVINRUDE appliances ,SEAGULL outboard engines, and fancy imported fishing tackle. Peter learnt that I was interested in playing classical guitar…I knew of no one else that did and he gave me a Carcassi Manual which was a great help. On Sundays I used to visit the home in Kitty which over- looked the sea wall. We would listen to guitar music and early New Orleans Jazz and Blues while painting. I left Guiana in 1961 and returned in 1968. Peter and Pat had sold the house and were about to leave the country. I lost track of them but the memory of a great friendship remains.
Comment by Stanley Greaves. — February 16, 2012 @ 4:17 pm |
Yes that was Leslie Evan Wong he lived at 44 Main Street. We lived in the Big house and he rented the downstairs for his office. Yes, he was great Dentist..Bernie did you go to Miss Wishart’s school? If so you and I ere in the same school. She put on a play and you and I sang “Where are you going to my pretty maid” was that you indeed?
Comment by Nora Johnson Kawalec — May 13, 2012 @ 9:45 pm |
Hello everyone, by accident I stumbled upon this website, and oh my goodness, it sure evoked some fantastic memories. I was born in Georgetown, and attended the Sacred Heart RC School but during the period when school was closed, my parent’s sent me to spend part of that time with some of my relatives in MacKenzie. My Uncle had a friend by the name of Mr. Oxley, that operated a launch (one of many)between MacKenzie and Georgetown, which was a less expensive way to travel at the time. Yes, I was one of those that rode on the R.H. Carr, and it was so sad to see what became of that once majestic looking vessel. Now here is something real funny. The R.H. Carr had a bathroom, but if “Nature” was’nt kind to you on that day if you travelled on a launch, then you had to seek “Devine Intervention” ha, ha, ha…. So much for comedy I’ll tell you about that in a little while. My uncle (on my mother’s side) was the Rev. Leslie Millar, who happened to be the Pastor of the Pilgrim Holiness church at Christianburg. His home was located about thirty yards behind the church. This was during the late fifties. I remember also that was a deisel operated generator behind his house that supplied his house, the church, and a few neighbour’s with current, until approximately 8:00Pm most night’s,that lived close-by. In those days most folk’s did not have this (Luxury)on that side of the river, there were no street light’s either. My father (Joseph Pickering) last sister (Eunice Mclennan) lived there until a few year’s ago. She’s passed away about four year’s ago, but most of her children still live in the area. Last time I saw her was Sept. 2001. Now at that time on the other side (MacKenzie) Retreive was still being constructed, so I would stay at some other relatives’ (The St.Clair’s) who lived at 357 Henderson road between Mora and Greenheart. They are all in the US currently. Their dads name was Rudolph. He was famous for suppling qiute a few people in the general area with “Wild-Meat” since hunting was his hobby. He was employed at Demba as a deisel-mechanic. This was a range of of four homes (I think) I remember the (Nurse’s) Winston, Albert and Pinky. Their mothers name was Mavis. Then there was Joey, who had two sisters (Had a huge crush on the older one)can’t recall her name, might also be Mavis, but Joey went on to become one of Guyana’s better middle distance athletes. I also remember Maurice and Edmond Fraser, Keith Edwards, Chummy, Vibert Monplasir, Dexter Jones etc…..I also had a great time racing “SCOOTERS” on those concrete pathways that criss-crossed on the Eastern side of the MacKenzie Market. The only bad thing about MacKenzie for those who were visiting, was how COLD it became at night, especially the water…..Brrrrrrrrr…..I could go on forever. I’ll never forget those days, the memories were priceless. Next time I’ll tell you about the fair.
Comment by Hugh Pickering — March 24, 2010 @ 11:26 pm |
HI IAM TRYING TO GET SOME INFORMATION
MY GRANDAD WHO WAS BORN IN BRITISH GUIANA
HIS NAME WAS DR ALBERT BENJAMIN FOO
HE HAD A SCOTISH WIFE WHO DIED SOME YEARS BEFORE HIM
HE HAD 2 DAUGHTERS AND 3 SONS THE YOUNGER SON BEING
ALBERT ANTONY FOO
ALL HIS SONS DAUGHTERS LEFT
JIMMY WENT TO THE USA , MARGERATE , TERESA AND ALBERT WENT TO
THE UK
DR ALBERT BENJAMIN FOO WAS AWARDED THE OBE IN 1956
FOR HIS WORK IN MEDICINE FOR THE BRITISH GOVERNMENT
DO YOU HAVE ANY INFORMATION
REGARDS
LEIGH FOO
Comment by LEIGH FOO — May 11, 2010 @ 5:47 pm |
Personally I don’t, but maybe someone else might. The year and places he was in Guyana might help.
Comment by Admin — May 11, 2010 @ 8:24 pm
hi Leigh,my name is Nikki(Foo)Ivens the great grandchild of Dr foo.Jimmy Foo is My Uncle born from Stella and David Foo I am the daughter of Jim’s youngest and only brother [David Brian Foo].It’s nice to read that there is more family out there.If you get any more information about the family I would love to hear from you.I would also love to know more history on my Scottish great grand Mother.What part of Scotland was she from and if she had any family there.I get bits and pieces of history from the family,but to get information from a fresh voice would be wonderful.hope to hear from you some day.
Nikki(foo)Ivens…
Comment by Nikki Ivens — May 29, 2011 @ 4:22 am
Hello Cusin Leigh: I am Jimmy Foo but not a son of Dr. Foo I’m the eldest grandchild born to David Foo and my mom Stella. It was Uncle Vincent that went to the USA and is now deceased. The eldest was my Dad David who died in England while attending the University of Oxford. It was a motor cycle accident in 1954. My two aunts daughters of Granddad (aka Gangang) have lived and still live in Derby, England their names are Margaret and Theresa. The youngest of the original clan, Albert also lives around Derby. So my question who are you the child of and what is your age? Your comments about the R.H Carr brought a tear to my eye as I travelled on it several times as I was born when my parent lived in Christianberg and spent the first 5 years of my live there.
Comment by Jimmy Foo — June 16, 2010 @ 2:01 am |
Having gone to the site of (British Guyana) now Guyana i am surprised that there is so much info.
I spent my time there from end of February 1962 until October 1962. I was attached to the Royal Anglian Regement. We where billited at Atkinson Field then I went down to Georgetown to the Mariners Club. I went up to New Amsterdam for 6 weeks where we lived in the “Brand new school”.
I did have contacts to the local people, occaisionaly being invited to thier house for a meal but of course never had any adresses to take back to england with me,
I have often about Guyana and how it would be nice to go back there to see how the country has developed since then.
Should anybody who can recollect those times and wish to send me an Email, I would be delighted.
Time is like water, there has been a lot of water gone under the bridge since then exactly like time.
I have been living in Germany since leaving the Army at the end of October 1969 and now I am one of those people they call a Senior Citisen, (pensioner).
I still have fond memoreys of Guyana.
Comment by Terry Morgan — June 16, 2010 @ 1:29 pm |
I’m working for a german museum and we are preparing a new exhibition. I’m searching for old photos of the Atkinson Air Field or Bauxite transport in British Guiana during World War II. Maybe someone can help us?
Comment by Mrs. Hoffmann — August 23, 2010 @ 12:31 pm |
Mrs. Hoffmann – My family moved to British Guiana from Trinidad in 1947. I am sorry I cannot help you with your photos. You might try the British Government perhaps its Foreign Office or Commonwealth Office. Good luck with your search.
Maybe someone else reading this website will be better informed than I am.
Comment by Pat Hunte-Cusack — September 1, 2010 @ 9:23 pm |
p.s. I have e-mailed Bob Wong and Alex Hamilton about the fact that I have found information that might interest you in a book written by Mr. Duncan C. Campbell late of Alcan entitled “Global Mission The Story of Alcan Volume I to 1950″.
Pages 302 to 328 might be useful to you. There are photographs there too. But cannot help re
Atkinson Field. Surely the Guyana Government archives hold this history.
Best of luck!
Pat
Comment by Pat Hunte-Cusack — September 2, 2010 @ 12:52 am |
Hi My name is Chris Abdool,born in British Guiana June 14 1950.Funny how so many good meomries could come back about Guyana,from these Guyanese blogs.Well done guys.I am now sixty years of age.Worked on many Saguenay ships,Sun Henderson,Sun Brayton Sun Walker.Now live in the USA for 30 years.Worked on many American ships,includind super tankers as second officer.Now retire living in Queens.Realy nice to read so many old stories about folks my age and over from British Guiana,and now Guyana.Wish if it was still under the Union Jack,then i would never had left.Regard to my fellow Guyanese,that know Guyana when it was British Guiana.
Comment by Chris Abdool — September 23, 2010 @ 1:08 am |
Chris: My name is Cleopatra Tudor, Formerly Jonas. My father was Claude Jonas, Pilot at Sprostons and my brother was John Jonas, also Pilot at Sprostons. My first job was a teacher at McKenzie Public School and because I lived in Georgetown, when the opportunity arrived, I would ride those during the weekend. I had scary moments boarding midstream when the water was rough. However, I will always treasure those memories.
Take care of yourself.
Comment by Cleopatra Tudor (nee Jonas) — November 19, 2011 @ 8:09 pm
Just found that Bob Wong mentioned Atkinson Field/Airport in his story in website “Guyana Then and Now”. That might be useful too. Needle in haystack!
Pat
Comment by Pat Hunte-Cusack — September 2, 2010 @ 1:00 am |
FYI – See Atkinson Field British Guiana on “Google”!
Comment by Pat Hunte-Cusack — September 2, 2010 @ 3:11 pm |
You never know what you’ll find on the internet!! All these BG people reminising!
My maternal grandparents, Harry and Sarah Hendra, were down there from London in the late ’20′s I think. Father, Eric Clark, from Saint John, NB married their daughter, Jeannetta in late 30′s. I was born in Mackenzie 1938, with doctor Charlie Roza in attendance. (Granddaughter – by some fluke – called Mackenzie.)
Mum and Dad left in the ’40′s and went to Jamaica for a couple of years, then back to Montreal and Dad retired from Alan here in 1970. I think the experience of living in the tropics moulded their entire lives.
I’m now retired from McGill University and have lived in Dorval, QC for 50 years with husband, two children and six grandchildren – who are spread out hither and yon.
Anyone heard of a lovely book by Patricia Wendty Dathan (Whalley)? Called “Bauxite, Sugar and Mud: Memories of Living in Colonial Guyana 1928-1944.” It’s available – with pictures too!
Comment by Carole Anne Clark (Kleivstul) — September 25, 2010 @ 5:53 pm |
Carole Anne – yes! That was a great book. I sent it to my sister in Germany. The first book I read about Mackenzie was written by Zahra Freeth (I think that was her name) – “Run Softly, Demerara” – and then there was “A Hand Full of Diamonds” by Victor G.C. Norwood first published in 1960 about adventures and experiences in the jungles and diamond fields of Guiana and Brazil with photos by the author; also I was given “Guyana Farewell” by Noel Compton Bacchus: New York City, 1995 which I loved also and last but not least “Black-Water People” by Carmen Barclay Subryan published in 2003, about the Allicock family, which I found very interesting as well. I’m so proud to have been a small part of that mosaic and I hope to be able to return one day – with a box of kleenex! (I was there from 1947 – 1967.)
Comment by Pat Hunte-Cusack — September 25, 2010 @ 9:41 pm |
Mr. Pickering, did you know or know of my grandfather,Dr. Bradford,a dentist of #21 Camp Street?
Comment by margaret eversley — November 6, 2010 @ 12:49 am |
I moved to BG with my parents,Doug and Rene Minshull around 1960.We lived in Watooka and Noicadoct(phenetic)until about 1965 .The Three Friends,All[gator Pond,Demba,The Club in Mackenzie, what memories!I remember the Drummand the RH Carr,Dr Davies-Webb,Wismar.Names like Derrick Biggato.Leo Brommo the Quinns,the farm.I was born in Chester in 1953 and ironically the RH Carr was built here in Saltney.A local councellor Klaus Armstrong-Braum is trying to gain support to bring the paddle steamer back to the UK.Loads of great memories of the bush etc.Maybe I ll go back
mes
Comment by nick minshull — December 17, 2010 @ 9:17 pm |
What a wonderful site! I was stationed in Georgetown in 1966. My job allowed me plenty of oppotunity to travel, mostly to Mackenzie. I have great memories of the Mackenzie Trail as we knew it. Five hours by landrover over a distance of approximately 50 miles. I do not recall Fogartys but do remember a large store that i think was called Bookers, Sorry the years have taken their toll Ha Ha!
Regards David.
Comment by David Lee — December 18, 2010 @ 4:23 pm |
Fogartys was not very far away from Bookers Stores.it was located across the street next to the small park that divided Bookers from Fogartys on Water st. It was a large department store.
Comment by C L Barrow — November 23, 2011 @ 12:19 am |
Hello!
Must say the names posted here are not ringing any bells for me. My family came from Montreal and lived in “BG” Watooka- Dad – Alan Dicks, was Mill Superintendant, mother Eveyln taught the kindergarten for a while. We left in 1954 or 55 with the intention of returning to Montreal, got nwaylaid in the US, and stayed here.
I remember two doctors: Kenny and Eileen Camdon – anyone out there remember me? Or my brother Steve (who now lives in St. Croix at works at Hovensa).
Karen Dicks Feb 18 2011
karend@mjm.com
Comment by Karen Dickst — February 19, 2011 @ 12:42 am |
Sorry all, mistyped the spelling of my last name: Karen Dicks
Comment by Karen Dicks — February 19, 2011 @ 12:42 am |
Let’s try this again:
I lived in Watooka between 1952 and 1956 when my Dad (Allan Dicks) was mill superintendant for ALCAN.
Mother Evelyn taught the kindergarten for a while.
Anyone out there remember me?
How about two doctors who lived there at the time: Drs. Kenny & Eileen Camden – not sure if the spellling is correct.
Get in touch!
Karen Dicks
karend@mjm.com
Comment by Karen Dicks — February 19, 2011 @ 12:45 am |
Karen -
Didn’t see if you had accessed the website on Guyana and read Evan’s comments about your parents. Check it out.
Katy Wong
Comment by Evan Wong — June 5, 2011 @ 1:01 am |
mabe we are famiy…my greatgrandmother was Ida Wong her mother was Martha Lo so Moy the father of Ida not sure.
Comment by Ron Wong — December 29, 2011 @ 4:21 pm
Yes, Karen, I remember you. I remember your Mom and Dad well. Your father was the maintenance superintendent of the bauxite plant when I was there. Your Dad and I had lively discussions in the office. He particularly missed driving on the highways, since we were not allowed cars in those days, and there were no highways. He’d talk nostalgically about his cars and the trips he’d taken back home. Your Mom was a great teacher, much loved by everyone.
I remember giving some great advice to the Camdens! Their joint income as doctors put them in a precarious tax bracket. I suggested they divorce and remarry every year to lower their taxes. They said their marriage meant too much, and refused my excellent suggestion. Good to hear from you, Evan Wong
Comment by Evan Wong — May 16, 2011 @ 12:36 am |
My name is Ronny Wong my great grandmother was Ida Wong born in Guyana her mother was Martha Lo so moy born she was widowed and re married Marits Jessurun and moved to Suriname. I am searching my roots.
Thank you
Comment by Ronny Jessurun Wong — December 28, 2011 @ 2:46 am |
My family and I arrived in BG, via schooner from Bridgetown, Barbados, in 1944. I was five years of age. We lived in a large, large house on Waterloo Street, Bumber 149 I believe) opposite the Parade Grounds and very near the Botanical Garden . Our next door neighbor was a Mr. Trevalyn, the Post Master General of British Guiana. We were the only Jewish family in all of Guiana or Georgetown to be more specific, and because of that and because we had a Torah, we were asked by the United States Military to allow the Jewish service members stationed at Atkinson Air Field to worship in our house on the High Holy Days. It was the most wonderful experience, especially for the kids. Until then, we had never know what Hershey Bars, O’Henry Bars, Fleers Double Bubble Gum, american apples, canned fruits in heavy syrup, etc. tasted like. It was all yummmm. But we mademany friendships, and was even invited to vist the base and eat with the servicemen and women. One of the most facinating sights was seein clothes tumbling over and over and washing in a Bendix Glass Front Washing Machine. It was my first introduction to TV. Since our house was quite big, my mother let out rooms and partially converted it into a boarding house. We had visitors from many parts of the world, including a writer by the name of Holtzman, an East Indian man by the name of Rudolph Singh, who owned all the cinemas in town and who was my favorite boarder because I got to to the movies any time I so desired). Another famous person was Janet Rosenberg who came to BG to marry our dentist Cheddi Jagan. And evryone knows that Janet became Prime Minister of BG years after her husband died. Of course myy mother cooked her traditional European dishes, but the children were more enamored of the local cookery, including pepper pot. cuckoo and salt fish stew, pone, etc. prepared by our cook and allover housekeeper, the ever- wonderul and very ample Iris. We left BG to go to the States in 1949. I was 10 then. Today I am 72. Still the multi-cultural memories linger on.
Sincerely,
Jack J. Mass
P.S. If anyone knows of those I mentioned in this reminisence, I would appreciate hearing from you
Comment by Jack — June 21, 2011 @ 6:48 pm |
Hello Jack,
I must correct you, yours was not the only Jewish family living in Guyana (British Guiana) at that time, granted the majority were not religious but they were Jewish nevertheless. Janet Rosenburg Jagan was herself Jewsih as were the Krawkowski, Van Batenburg (my family) Kellman, Zitman, Schneiderman, Schwelt families and many more.. There were several other families who kept a low profile , as it were, about their Jewish antecedents, they never converted and many quietly celebrated the high holidays. There were (portuguese) families, many with Sephardic names that existed one foot in Judaism and one in Catholicism, many lighting the shabbat candles on Friday evening and come Sunday they attended mass. Ironically today many descendants of these conversios have returned to their Jewish roots and now practice Judaism in countries like Canada and the U.S.. Guyana was a magical place for a child and am happy to know you carry fond memories of the country, as do I.
Stay well,
Shalom,
Barbara Malins-Smith,
Honorary Consul Israel,
Trinidad and Tobago
Comment by Barbara malins-Smith — January 25, 2012 @ 9:53 pm |
Hello, my name is Nora (Johnson) Kawalec. I live in Southern California. I remember Evan Wong, actually I went to school with him at Winnie Wishart’s school in Georgetown. I think one of your uncles was the Dentist. My parents lived at 44 Main Street and he rented the first floor for his Dental Office. I can remember getting a hold of the mercury he used for fillings (in those days) we used to roll it over the floor. Was one of your Uncles a Doctor as well? He had to check me out for my entry into the States.
Comment by Nora (Johnson) Kawalec — July 9, 2011 @ 9:41 pm |
Yup you’re right Nora, except for the doctor bit.
Comment by Admin — July 9, 2011 @ 11:41 pm |
I know there were several Wongs, however, Leslie was the dentist, right? Leslie Evan Wong. I know his brother was an M.D. and if I remember his wife was English or American is this correct? Please respond. I wonder if 44 Main Street is still ther? Any old pics of that address? Unforuntately I have none. We also moved from that address and lived in Duke Street, next door to the Phillips family. Looooooooooooong ago.
My Uncle Eric Johnson was the Paymaster of Police and my Dad was the Chief account of the Transport and Harbors for many years.
Comment by Nora (Johnson) Kawalec — January 24, 2012 @ 9:50 pm
Would you know if anyone has a photograph of 44 Main Street in Georgetown in the 40′s I am sure there must be one floating around. I wish I had a picture of that house we lived in. I hear it is now housing the British Embassy?
Thanks
Comment by Nora (Johnson) Kawalec — January 26, 2012 @ 10:10 pm
The prolific author A. Hyatt Verrill, 1871-1954, lived in Guiana around 1910-1920. He wrote articles and novels about the people and the country. Most of them are available online. I’m still working on a few other works. You will have to search for them, using the ‘find’ feature and ‘Guiana’ will get most.
http://stillwoods.blogspot.com/2010/01/ahverrill-his-story-so-far.html
Comment by stillwaterwoods — July 13, 2011 @ 12:06 pm |
My father, L.A. Carrington, Sr., was a chaplain in the U.S. Air Force stationed at Atkinson Field, B.G. In 1946 he moved the family there, and as a 14 year old I had many wonderful times at Atkinson Field. Tutored by my mother and several pilots, for well over a year it was essentially a vacation for me, and I have many fond memories of B.G. and the wonderful people of B.G. At the age of 78 I still remember the many kindnesses shown me by the citizens, and I could never forget the beauty of B.G.
Comment by Stewart Carrington — July 31, 2011 @ 7:13 pm |
I just put a full novel, from 1916 on my website. The story is a fantasy, juvenile fiction by A. Hyatt Verrill. Within the action Verrill describes the jungles and Indians of British Guiana.
http://stillwoods.blogspot.com/2011/08/golden-city.html
Comment by stillwaterwoods — August 4, 2011 @ 2:37 pm |
Hi!
What a long time ago….my sister told me about this site. Our dad was Eric Anderson (passed away 14 years ago)and he worked with Alcan. Mum is Jan ,brother Peter (sadly passed away 11 years ago)and sister Sue Anderson. We left in 1968. We landed in Canada, then England before finally settling in Scotland. I remember some names I think Peter(sadly passed away) was friendly with John Forbes? Good to see this, how life was so much less complicated!!
I will keep checking in!
Ellie Anderson now Lamont
Comment by Ellie — August 31, 2011 @ 8:21 pm |
Hi Ellie – Sorry to hear about your Dad and Peter. I remember your family quite well. Gill Hiscocks also ended up in Scotland.
You are so right about life being less complicated back then. How did we manage without the technology we have today though?
Nice hearing from you.
Pat Hunte-Cusack
Lake Erie, Ontario
Comment by Pat Hunte-Cusack — September 1, 2011 @ 2:00 pm |
My name is Eton Wilson,born 1944 at 118 Cowan Street, Kingston, Georgetown. My Dad, Henry Wesley Wilson who attended Central High School and later became a dentist in the US, was a good friend of Dr. Evan Wong. My Dad instructed my Mom to take me to Evan Wong whose office was at Main & Newmarket Streets, Georgetown, to check my teeth. I was scared but thank the Lord, he did. He filled them with the mercury filling which lasted forever and did not kill me (as is feared today). Thanks Dr. Wong. I still have my natural teeth and by the way I, too, am now a dentist practising in Connecticut,US. I also remember travelling on the RH Carr to visit family in MacKenzie. Great Memories! Very scared of crossing the Demerara River with speed boat going from MacKenzie to Wismar. Love to all. Eton.
Comment by Emmett Eton Wilson — October 6, 2011 @ 9:31 am |
Eton, I too was born in Kingston, Barrack Street [a few years after you]& grew up in Fort street near the bakery that changed owners several times. I also went to Kingston Methodist Sunday school with you. I think you played the organ or piano at times. Though you may not remember this I saw you at the QC reunion around 2001 in a overflowing crowd in an East Flatbush venue. I am also close friends with some of your compatriots from Kingston. Ovid Banes, Wesley Terrel, Winston Agard & Alysious [Lio] Martin who just passed last March to name a few. Though some of us are in Englad & USA & Canada we still have Kingston in common. What a great place to have grown up.
Comment by ian king — October 20, 2011 @ 6:22 pm |
Great site. Found it by accident. My name is Joe Jardim, born 21 Nov 1946. Regent and Oronoque streets, Georgetown. Attended Central High School. My father took me to Evan Wong and my teeth were also filled with mercury at around fifteen or sixteen years old. Thanks to that I still have all my teeth at sixty five and I am sure that those fillings will outlive me. I never traveled on R.H.Carr but but passed it many times up and down the Demerara in one of my father’s launches collecting tropical fish for export. We were particularly scared of the “Sun” ships that collected bauxite as they would sneak up on us from behind and because of the noise our engine made you didn’t know until they were right on top of you. Of course you then had to immediately about turn to face the horrendous swell. Once the stove(we cooked on deck) the pot and the last of our rations boiling inside went to a watery grave because of one of them. There was however an even more terrible ship that we especially looked out for but I can’t remember it’s name(anyone remembers?). It belonged to DEMBA and it was a converted submarine chaser. It transported the top brass of the company to G/T and back. Although much smaller than the “Sun” ships it’s swell was much, much greater. Thank God it traveled less frequently. Once we were passing Mackenzie and a “Sun” ship was turning around and we decided to pass behind her. Her bow was anchored to the bank and the stern was moving around. We thought that we had given enough clearance not to be sucked in and we could see half of the reversing prop chopping the water at each revolution as she was empty. then we noticed that our speed was becoming slower, and slower. We gave the engine more throttle until we were facing directly away from this huge spinning prop, seeing flotsam passing us and being mulched in the blade. Although at full throttle now our speed eventually stopped and then we started to slowly drift backwards towards the prop too. We started screaming and making noise by hitting on gasoline cans. Then, after what seemed forever, we saw a head appear over the towering rail at the stern of the ship, looked at us below, and immediately disappear. seconds later the prop began to slow until it eventually stopped. We gradually began to pick up our speed and continued on our journey. None of us spoke for a very long time. The river life was wonderful. On our downward journey we would leave Seeba Quary at dusk and travel the whole night just using the stars reflecting on the river as a guide and reach Mackenzie at dawn in time to get hot coffee and sardine and bread at the market by the stelling.
Comment by Joe — December 29, 2011 @ 1:44 am |
Joe, I’ve sent you a photo of that terrible ship, it was called Poplaris (Typo – should read Polaris).
Comment by Admin — January 2, 2012 @ 4:29 pm
My grandmother Harriett Norine Ralphs was born in British Guiana in 1880 and her parents Katherine Sarah Hancock and John William Ralphs were married at St. Philips church in Georgetown in June of 1877 and I would love to learn more about them and obtain birth and marriage records etc. any ideas on how to do this?
Comment by Wendy Quinn — November 10, 2011 @ 7:37 pm |
Dear Wendy,
For information, St. Philip’s Church on Smyth Street, Charlestown, Georgetown still exists. All records of births, marriages and deaths are stored by the Registrar of Births, Deaths and Marriages, a Guyana Government Agency in Georgetown. If you live in the U.S.A., you can seek assistance via the Consulate-General in New York at … mrkhanguycon@hotmail.com
If in Canada, you can seek assistance via the Consulate-General in Toronto at
info@guyanaconsulate.com
Others may have additional suggestions. With every good wish.
Peter Halder
Comment by Peter Halder — November 14, 2011 @ 10:29 pm |
May I also add that the name Ralphs is unfamiliar in Guyana. Is it possible that Mr Ralphs was English? There is a John W. Ralphs and family who live in Northwich, Cheshire, England; a John W. Ralphs and family who live in Crewe Cheshire; a John W. Ralphs and family who live in Shrewsbury, Shropshire and another John W. Ralphs and family who live in Salford, Lancashire. You may be able to check those out through any British Embassy.
Comment by Peter Halder — November 16, 2011 @ 2:09 am |
Yes they were English and I am not sure if my great grandparents were born in BG although I have a record from my grandmother that says they were but she was definitely born in BG on Nov. 4, 1880 and I know she had a brother named Reginald. I was told she also had two sisters who died at a young age from eating poisonous berries but do not know their names. I have seen a newspaper announcement of my great grandparents( Katherine Sarah W. Hancock and John William Ralphs) wedding at St. Philips church on June 29, 1877 on the British Colonist site. Thanks for your help
Comment by Wendy Quinn — November 30, 2011 @ 6:32 pm |
I have found a WJ Ralphs listed in the British Guiana Directory from 1880 and also in the 1882 directory that worked as a clerk at The Colonial Company on Water Street and then in the 1904 directory I found a R. H. Ralphs who worked at Simpson and Allen on Water Street. I think they may be related but need more information. Also saw a number of Hancocks which was my great grandmothers maiden name(Katherine Sarah W. Hancock)
Comment by Wendy Quinn — December 2, 2011 @ 12:04 am |
Hi, My name is Suzanne Morris. My parents Gordon and Edna Morris came from Noranda, Quebec and arrived in BG early in 1941. I was born in the Mackenzie Hospital in November of that year. I have a lot of material about Mackenzie in my Mom and Dad’s diaries and I also have an album full of photographs. A lot of the pictures are of the staff and of the mines. One that I remember vividly is of a German submarine tied up at a dock. When I pull these all together, I will post the pictures and a run down of what my Mom and Dad wrote. They certainly had some wild staff parties. We left, BG in 1945, flying out in a reclaimed Hudson Bomber. We ended up in Cubatao, Brazil for the next 4 years, then up to the States, and then back down to the Peixoto Dam in Brazil. We then returned to Canada in Willowdale, Ontario in the late 50′s.
My Mom passed away a few years ago. I’m sorry that she isn’t able to see this amazing web site.
Suzanne Morris, East Selkirk, Manitoba
Comment by Suzanne Morris — November 29, 2011 @ 2:41 am |
I recently heard from Bob Wong and Peter Halder in regards to obtaining birth, marriage and death records for my Grandmother and Great Grandparents who were born in BG and I tried contacting the consulate mrkhanguycon@hotmail as suggested but did not hear back from them. I also wrote to St. Philips Church and The Registrar General in Guyana but have not heard from anyone. Any other ideas on finding my family records. I would so appreciate the help. Wendy
Comment by Wendy Quinn — November 30, 2011 @ 6:20 pm |
Is Bob Wong from Guyana my name is Ronald Wong my great grandmother was Ida Wong her Mother was Martha Lo som Moy her husband ? Wong passed on she became widow and moved to Suriname and married Maurits Jessurun..I am in search of my Wong roots. blessings thank you Wendy
Comment by Ronny Jessurun Wong — December 28, 2011 @ 2:42 am |
Hello Wendy,
For BMD records, you could try the Foreign and Commonwealth Office or the British Consulate in Georgetown, again the address could be obtained from the FCO. A further route, if you know their names and approximate dates, would be to order certificates of your forebears from the Overseas Department of the General Register Office at Smedleys Hydro, Trafalgar Road, Birkdale, Southport, Lancs PR8 2HH. The GRO keeps copies of certificates for overseas events. Latest information and prices of copy certificates from the relevant web pages. By the way I noticed that in your e-mail address that gave no response, you did not specify hotmail.co.uk or hotmail.com. No reply often happens when one uses either no suffix or the wrong one. Hope this helps. MK.
Comment by Michael T Knowles BSc — November 30, 2011 @ 9:51 pm |
Hello Michael I appreciate your suggestions. My e-mail address is wquinn1@aol.com I live in the USA.
I am not sure how to write the address you gave for the Overseas Department… is that in England? Thank you so very much Wendy
Comment by Wendy Quinn — December 1, 2011 @ 11:56 pm |
Hi Wendy: Sorry to hear. Try contacting – The Registrar of Births, Deaths and Marriages, GPO Building, Robb Street, Georgetown, Guyana. If you live in Canada, try the Guyana Consul-General, 505 Consumer’s Road, Suite 306, Willowdale, Ontario, Canada M2J 4X8. It’s email is guyana@guyanaconsulate.com
Telephone: (416) 494 – 6404 or 494 – 6059.
Peter Halder
Comment by Peter Halder — December 1, 2011 @ 12:02 am |
Thanks for the suggestions. I have tried contacting the the GPO by mail in Georgetown but have not heard back yet. I will try Mr. Knowles suggestions and see what happens. Many thanks Wendy
Comment by Wendy Quinn — December 1, 2011 @ 11:48 pm |
Hi Peter I am still looking for a way to find my family history in British Guiana without much luck. I have written to the Guyana consulate on Robb St. but have not heard back . I have written to the GPO in Guiana also and have not heard back. I contacted the GRO Dept. but they had no records and told me to contact the GPO in Guiana. I also wrote to St. Philips Church where I believe my Great Grandparents were married in 1877 and did not hear back so I am at a loss as to how to proceed at this point any suggestions would be most appreciated. I live in the United States. Thanks so much Wendy
Comment by Wendy Quinn — January 17, 2012 @ 6:40 pm |
Does anyone know anything about Stanley Allicock who was a Captain of a ship (dont know ship’s name) I think it may have had connectio to the USA. He had a sister by the name of Elizabeth Howard/Li .Please let me know any info available Thanks
Comment by PAMELA VAN B STAFFORD — December 3, 2011 @ 11:18 am |
Pamela :Was Stanley Allicock from Guyana or was he an American? If he was an American try googling Stanley Allicock on the internet and you will obtain some interesting results.
Comment by Peter Halder — December 7, 2011 @ 11:11 pm |
By the way Pamela, are you related to Mr S.L. Van Batenburg Stafford? He was a distinguished Barrister-at-Law and Queen’s Counsel in then British Guiana. He was the one man Commission of Inquiry into the Great Fire of 1945.He was also a politician. I recall seeing him speak at an Election public meeting. He was a candidate for Georgetown South.I was a kid then.
Comment by Peter Halder — December 8, 2011 @ 1:53 am |
Hi Pamela,
I was reading your enquiry about “Stanley Allicock” and was a bit curious. Stanley Allicock was my dear father {1920-2000}. He passed away in Fremont Ohio USA. Unfortunately my father would not be the Stanley Allicock that you were seeking.
I have been researching and documenting the Allicock family linage and might be able to assist you with the question of Guyana or American born Allicocks. It appears the original family of Allicocks was found to be in America as early as the 1600s and up to 1780s, just after the war of independence then abruptly disappeared from the records. It is believed parts of this family settled in Demerara sometime between 1750 and 1797 spawning the Allicocks of Guyana. The Stanley Allicock you are looking for would “most likely have his origin out of Guyana.” There are now hundreds of Allicocks in the USA and around the world but their more recent roots are out of Guyana. I hope that I was able to help.
Best regards,
Dmitri Allicock
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — December 23, 2011 @ 10:36 pm |
Wishing everyone a very Merry Christmas and a healthy Happy New Year!
Comment by Wendy Quinn — December 25, 2011 @ 11:08 am |
Hello I was just in Suriname and found a bit of history fom my Jessurun side of my family and Wong but not much I found out that my greatgrand mother Ida Wong was born in Guyana her Mother was Martha Lo som Moy later Marthas husband died
? Wong…And Martha re married to Maurits Jessurun and he brought Martha and Ida to Suriname.
So I am in search for my Wong family there inGuyana or mabe they all moved other places or the family Lo som Moy.
Good luck to you all many best wishes for 2012 ..blessings
I am living in Montreal Canada
Ronny Wong / Jessurun
Comment by Ronny Jessurun Wong — December 28, 2011 @ 2:38 am |
I did see your post. My family arrived in BG in 1952 from Montreal, Canada. All relatives at that point were from CA. We lived in Mackenzie for 4 and a half years before returning to Montreal. It’s been great hearing from people who knew and/or worked with my Dad (Allan, who went by ‘Pat’ for some reason!) and who knew Mom (Evelyn). I’m confident Dad missed driving on highways – he LOVED to drive and was very into cars his whole life!
Please keep the notes and messages coming – it’s terrific catching up.
Karen (Dicks)
Comment by kdicksKaren Dicks — December 29, 2011 @ 5:06 pm |
Re comment by Admin on 2/1/12 re the name of that “terrible” ship, the “submarine chaser.” Having travelled on it once from Mackenzie to Atkinson Field, I believe the name is the M.V. Polaris and not “Poplaris”.
Peter
Comment by Peter Halder — January 3, 2012 @ 12:09 am |
Hello all Guyanians ! It is a great pleasure having access to this blog and learning so much about life in the fifties and sixties from ex-residents. I feel it is time to respond particularly to items 47 and 31 in that order. My affair with Guyana began in or about 2005, following research into the shipyard of James Crichton & Co Ltd dating back to the early eighties, when a Channel 4 TV contractor approached me about a programme on rivers, including the Anglo-Welsh Dee. Unfortunately it was not made, but the research was on file and from around Y2000 economic activity on the Dee started with the opening of a new P&O ro-ro ferry from Mostyn to Dublin, and the amazing development followed of the river being used for commercial navigation from April 2004. My recollections went back to the technical closure of the navigation in early 1963, when the severe winter caused the operating cylinders of the Hawarden Swing Railway Bridge adjacent to the HQ of Messrs John Summers’ steelworks at Shotton, to freeze up and suffer severe damage. I found this out when working in the laboratory in the long vacation of 1965.
The navigation re-opened with the shipment of the first set of wings for the new Airbus A380 from their terminal near the so-called Upper Ferry, to Mostyn for transshipment onto the French antarctic vessel Colibri of Kerguelen for the voyage to Bordeaux for Airbus at Toulouse, via the Gironde and by road. I did research into BG/Guyana in the British Library in London and followed publication of the history of Crichton’s shipyard by sending a letter for publication in the Guyana Chronicle, seeking details of the Demerara Riverboat R H Carr, which was thought by the Saltney Historical Society to be still afloat. On the day of publication the owner of the vessel Mr Yacoob Ally sent me a most civil fax stating that the vessel was indeed still afloat and could be inspected by arrangement. Immediately I initiated a Local Enterprise Scheme to repatriate the vessel as a Welsh equivalent of the S S Great Britain at Bristol.
The Liverpool Daily Post North Wales Edition published a letter with a photograph of the steamer R H Carr sailing down the canalised section of the tidal River Dee, looking most exotic with awnings for a tropical climate and a tall, thin funnel. It was then a twin-screw steamship, and further astonishment arose when the Lloyd’s Inspection Documents were found in a cellar in London. With all this material the project advanced with the interest of the last living link with the Saltney Shipyard, Mr David A Bell, who was brought up by the Crichtons, as they were childless. He was often invited to attend launches at Saltney at the age of about nine, and like me, was an ex-pupil of Birkenhead School. I identified an ideal location for the ship at Connah’s Quay Dock, just long enough to accommodate her.
To answer the contributor who said he worked at Sprostons Yard, he might know that the R H Carr was converted from steam to twin oil engines in 1951. The new engines were Blackstone EV6, which had just been introduced as modernised versions of the earlier EPV6 with clerestory combustion chambers and developed up to 250 hp per shaft, close to the output of the former condensing steam engines. I had been the export sales manager of the Rolls-Royce Motors Ltd Diesel Division in Shrewsbury and became keen on the idea of visiting the vessel in the hope that the engines were still intact and even operable. The Blackstone Engines website kindly reconstructed a facsimile brochure on the engines, and repatriation of the R H Carr would have created perhaps one hundred creative jobs at Connah’s Quay, saved the surviving maritime culture from extinction, and thus interested Cllr Armstrong-Braun.
This project was practicable and Mr Ally quoted a price for the ship including cleaning, for proposed shipment as deck cargo on a heavy-lift or other suitable vessel returning from South America to the European Union, which could offload the R H Carr at Mostyn, as the approach had been dredged for the Irish ferry vessels. Cranage was available and the next part of the operation was to seek funding in the alleged Enterprise & Service Industries Economy of the UK Conservative Government from 1990. The most promising potential local source of funding centred on the most fantastic coincidence, that Booker McConnell, a shipping line which virtually owned and administered British Guiana, had left at independence in 1966 and disposed of all its vessels. With the proceeds, they established Booker Distribution in Wellingborough and invested in a fleet of articulated trucks to feed a new network of Booker Cash-and-Carry wholesale distribution centres, nowadays well known around this country.
It would hardly be surprising if readers disbelieved this, but in due course, Booker Distribution Ltd merged with the Iceland Frozen Food company to create the Big Food Group Ltd. The corporate headquarters and registered office was relocated at the headquarters of Iceland on the Deeside Industrial Estate, only 4 km or 2.5 miles as the crow flies from Connah’s Quay Dock, where the last surviving steam vessel built on the River Dee could have become a centre of restoration activity and tourism. The research into this vessel culminated in the discovery of archival film of the launch in the British Film Institute website, which any reader of this blog can address and watch in wonder, as the Demerara Riverboat R H Carr slips into the Dee at high tide in June 1926 prior to her trials and the Atlantic crossing to her place of use in British Guiana. (N.B: I hope I have the date right!).
A necessary part of this recovery and restoration project was professional reconstruction of the upperworks from plans and photographs, for which substantial sponsorship was/is required. The bottom line is that I approached The Big Food Group and obtained a Companies House-based report showing the financial status of the new combined company, from my local regional library. When the librarian called me with the findings, she said, “Well, Mr Knowles, I have the report, but the problem is that I don’t know how to read the turnover, because there are too many noughts!” She read the figures out slowly in order, which turned out to be Five and nine noughts following, meaning Five Thousand Million Pounds and yet they refused all my approaches for sponsorship.
More is to be written about this, but I thought all ex-Guyana bloggers would like to know how far the project to repatriate and restore the Demerara Riverboat R H Carr went before it stalled. In due course the Irish Ferry ceased, the downstream economic activity of hotels, taxis etc. stopped and local businesses that were starting to grow were all nipped in the bud. I will continue this account during the year 2012. I would like to acknowledge the support of the local Labour MP Mark Tami, the interest of Cllr Klaus Armstrong-Braun, the interest of the Mayor of Saltney and motivation of John and Pauline Grimshaw, who explored Guyana, where Pauline lived as a teenager, and visited Skull Point to inspect the remains of the R H Carr, through the kindness of Mr Yacoob Ally. That’s all for now.
Best wishes from Michael Knowles (Bath, UK)
Comment by Michael T Knowles BSc — January 3, 2012 @ 12:19 am |
You tried!!! Sigh.
Pat
Comment by Pat Hunte-Cusack — January 3, 2012 @ 1:36 pm |
p.s. Not “Guyanians” but Guyanese – as opposed to those from Ghana. Thought you’d like to know.
Pat
Comment by Pat Hunte-Cusack — January 3, 2012 @ 1:39 pm
Hello Pat,
Thanks for this correction, although I thought Guyanese were the native people and not the settlers. I was trying to find the correct word in a hurry !
Michael
Comment by Michael T Knowles BSc — January 10, 2012 @ 12:19 am
Hello, Everyone. I asked in 2010 if anyone had information about my Grandfather, Dr.Bradford,a dentist of #21 Camp St. He often held gatherings at his on Camp St for the Cricket Club and the Chess Club.. Appreciate any information. THANKS.
Comment by Margaret Eversley — January 9, 2012 @ 12:35 am |
Dear Margaret: I never met your grandfather personally but knew his home on Camp Street. His office was on the ground floor. I knew his son, I can’t recall his name now but he was brown-skinned, tall, lean and lanky. He mixed with my gang of about 15. We met from time to time outside the gate to the house, Maybe he is your Dad. The person who may have information on your grandfather is Godfrey Chin the Nostalgia Writer. I suggest you contact him via e-mail at ….godchin2@gmail.com
He returned to Guyana from the US and if he does not know of his own, can find out.
Peter.
Comment by Peter Halder — January 9, 2012 @ 11:37 pm |
Hi Evan (Bob) I have attached a photo of the 1929 boy scout contingent to the Arrow Park Jamboree in England and your uncle Leslie and (I think) your dad are in the centre of the photograph.
Regards
Geoff Burrowes
I’m sorry there doesn’t seem to be any way to attach pictures!
Comment by Geoff Burrowes — January 11, 2012 @ 5:38 pm |
Hello Geoff. I keep seeing more and more factors connecting me with Guyana ! My home town up to 1970 was Birkenhead, and Arrowe Park is on the periphery. I knew it well during my schoodays and it is famous for the Scout Jamboree of 1929. The Scout Movement was inaugurated in the New Year 1908 by Baden-Powell making promotional speeches all over the country. This followed his “Experimental Camp” held on Brownsea Island in August 1907, after which the name of Boy Scout Movement was coined. It was commemorated in Birkenhead by a carefully-guarded plaque in the YMCA building in Grange Road, which still stands with its name moulded in the bricks, as was the custom. Birkenhead YMCA moved to a new building in or about 1950 and the plaque was moved to the new site. In the last year or two, a third YMCA building was built on the site of the 1950 building in Whetstone Lane. Near Birkenhead School, a fine house exists with the name of Dalriada, an ancient kingdom in Scotland. It was the last residence of Mr James Crichton, whose shipyard in Saltney built the riverboat R H Carr, and if anyone would like to see the launch on the original Pathé Newsreel, it is accessible through the following link that can be accessed from anywhere = http://www.britishpathe.com/record.php?id=15320 kindly identified for me by John and Pauline Grimshaw, who appear elsewhere on this splendid blog.
Comment by Michael T Knowles BSc — January 11, 2012 @ 11:24 pm |
Guyana loses a golden treasure…
GODFREY CHIN, who spent his last years showcasing the Guyana of yesterday, has died.
Chin, who was 74, was found dead in his Kitty, Georgetown home. Friends recalled him having a bout of the flu last week.
“Ya think it easy,” was his signature lines that most of his friends uttered upon news of his death.
In recent years, through various exhibitions, he presented classic photos of Guyana’s history, from cinemas, Old Georgetown, to sporting events.
Significantly his ‘Nostalgia” exhibitions showcased the Black Fridays of 1913, 1945, 1951 and 1962 – other fires at Sacred Heart Church, Brickdam Cathedral and the Park Hotel, Queen Elizabeth’s Coronation in 1953 and the rebuilding of the downtown shopping centre.
He even produced a book of those pictures, chronicling Guyana’s history from 1940-1980.
His exhibitions were a hit with Guyanese in the Diaspora.
After living in the United States for almost three decades, Chin returned to Guyana two years ago.
He was divorced and had three sons.
{Kaiteur News}
A sample of Godfrey Chin’s writing…
Bar-B-Que
The secret with a barbeque, of course, was to place the pits upwind, so that the smoked aroma helped oversight and excuses for the paltry side dishes, whether potato salad or plantain chips. The Lions’ dedicated volunteer wives offered home-made standards of barbeque for fundraisers at their functions.
As a loyal, true barbeque enthusiast, my nightmare stories of Bar-B-Q fiascos would make Edgar Allan Poe’s stories unfit for the local TV tripe. In 1962, Old Year’s night, the rain fell non-stop from around 8 pm until 5 next morning. I remember this distinctly as my neighbour rode to the Chinese laundry on Broad St to pick up his suit and returned home at 5 am. He still insisted that his wife, dress and they go out, so he could impress his neighbours with what a great time he had on the town.
Our party drove to Pilot Hick’s revels in Kitty – more rain than Noah’s deluge; the Bar-B-Q served was floating like dumpling in soup, so you flipped your plate to get rid of the water while eating.
On another occasion at the sea wall, the dam damp coals wouldn’t light for hell. Can you imagine 500 partying Guyanese leaving the fête with a raw piece of chicken quarter hanging from the drum stick? (There was no foil or paper available.) A partner of mine spent the rest of his life explaining to his stay-home wife about the two quarters of raw chicken she found under the car seat three weeks later. First occasion in recorded history the chicken spilled the beans!
Watering holes
Watering hole: Guyanese stop-off on Friday’s payday afternoon for a toock or tupps, and to reduce the wife’s weekly house money. Demico was a favourite, offering pool tables, while Russian Bear, Houston’s and Old Demerara White on Light St was always filled to capacity.
JP Santos’s blend of a rum called ‘Tarzan’ was guaranteed to have everyone in an Irish fighting, brawling mood after two drinks, and you awakened next day feeling you were Tomahawk-scalped. The fun in drinking was the unlimited excuse to be cantankerous and ‘beat up’ the innocent at home!
Pac-pac was the generic name for fruit wines from Sue-A-Quan, Robb St, and Correia’s, Durban St, and this name usually included fire-water – local bush rum.
After sixty years, Palm Court is still the best oasis to meet everyone socially in Georgetown, while after twelve midnight, you may ‘maco’ and identify their cars parked from the Groyne to Carib Point, to Half Way Inn, E B. (The best parking spot – ‘public bedroom’ will be a future ‘R’ rated Nostalgia.)
Ice cream and ices
Ice cream would be a toss-up between Demico and Sterling in the seventies, and this was only because Brown Betty’s, after 40-odd years had become too frothy. Brown Betty introduced the popsicle, fudgicle and creamsicle in the late forties, and before the 1945 Booker’s Black Friday, was on Hincks St, the local Mel’s Diner with a great milk shake and egg sandwich (18 cents). After Nifty’s Soda Fountain in the late fifties, Freezer Fresh on Camp St in the old Shu-All premises was another ice palace delight. Cyril’s Garage on Thomas St made all the cone cups then.
Fairs and bazaars
Like barbecues, fairs have always been the main source of revenue for schools and charities. The biggest and best was the Annual League of Coloured People’s Fair, in the Promenade Gardens, which promoted and encouraged local products before the ‘buy local’ awareness after Independence. The Agricultural/Livestock Exhibition to honour Princess Margaret’s visit in 1958 at Mon Repos was our best showcase of local husbandry and agriculture.
YMCA’s annual May Day Fair, Thomas Lands, with the plaiting of the Maypole was a must, as well as St Joseph’s S S Misericordia colourful tribute to the countries of the world. The International Bar at Colgrain House was a sophisticated high-class rum shop offering the best duty free liquor with international cuisine to support the local Red Cross and other deserving charities.
It was a pleasure witnessing the various consulates competing to offer the best of their homeland entertainment in an atmosphere of non-professional friendly rivalry. No cold wars, but ice-cold vodkas, French wines, saké and German beer.
Ethnically, the Chinese had their Chinatown fair, while the East Indians held lavish Diwali fairs and sari contests with tassa drums. Dorcas Club and YWCA (Brickdam), plus the Ursuline Convent and St Rose’s also had grand fairs.
Dancing and disco
Prior to 1945, the Assembly Rooms was the Mecca for social dancing, and in the fifties, you graduated and achieved the rites of dance when you frolicked at the Carib with its magnificent starry roof décor.
Seasonally, the traditional places to dance for the Xmas holidays were at the Portuguese Club, Xmas Night; Chinese SC with Tom Charles and his Syncopators on Old Year’s night; and East Indians, Camp St for Mandalee – Twelfth Night.
Of course, the enjoyment of the December pre-Xmas partying depended on how many staff parties you attended. Between the financial banks/insurance companies/several sections of Banks DIH, culminating with Bookers Universal staff party after Xmas stocktaking on the Universal roof or Mariner’s Club, you needed a party rest before Valentine, and later, Mash, Feb 23. Guyanese always knew how to fête like Vikings.
Cook-up
After midnight, hungry Georgetown night owls would accept any cook-up as the best, and it was a question of your location while prowling. Only ‘fowls’ went to bed before 8 pm, and like the nocturnal Dracula, only sunrise forced us home.
Hunte and Pemya’s cook-up were consistently gourmet, and their sites at Bourda Market, Regent and King Sts, and the law courts always had a standing patronage.
I am convinced that the sanitary quick wash of the eating utensils in two buckets of water – swish-swish and a shake dry – contributed immensely to our immunity against disease, and strengthened our endurance systems.
Best transportation
Naturally the best and least expensive was to walk, and yesteryear, the middle-class Cadillac was a Raleigh, Humber or Rudge Bicycle ($95). Towing maxed with five, before the frame bent or tire burst.
Baker shop/grocery deliveries were by carrier bikes, accommodating huge pannier baskets in front. Draycarts were the lifeblood of our commerce and local market trade.
My condolence goes out to his family. Godfrey Chin will be dearly missed.
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — January 18, 2012 @ 1:43 am |
That’s a terrific bit of local folklore on life in the old Guyana/BG. Your comments about the heavy rain confirm what I assumed about the rebuild of the R H Carr, with panelling and windows at the forward end of the upper deck ! If anyone would like to see the R H Carr in “her” original condition, sailing slowly down the River Dee in 1926, then a published photograph may be seen on my website, at the following web address: http://www.mk-marketing.eu – and click on Local Enterprise Schemes. Regards, MK.
Comment by Michael T Knowles BSc — January 18, 2012 @ 1:06 pm |
“SON OF GOD” a new novel by Guyana’s own Sharon Westmaas…
Sharon Westmaas was born in Georgetown, Guyana, in 1951; her mixed ancestry – African, Amerindian, Dutch and British – contributes in no small measure to the complexity of themes in her work. She came from a prominently political family. Her mother was one of Guyana’s earliest feminists, human rights activists and consumer advocates; her father was Press Secretary to the Marxist opposition leader Dr Cheddie Jagan who was Prime Minister twice over. Both parents received the country’s highest honors for public service, the Golden Arrow Achievement Award
She lived in Guyana until she was 10, when she was sent to Harrogate College in Yorkshire, England. She returned to Guyana after her ‘A’ Level examinations and got a job with the Guyana Graphic as a trainee reporter, quickly progressing to writing feature articles for the Sunday Chronicle.
Sharon spent 1971 and 1972 travelling around South America: Brazil, Peru, Ecuador and Colombia. In 1973 she travelled overland to India – via England, Turkey, Iran, Afghanistan and Pakistan. This, her first visit to India, was to last for two years, living in an Ashram in Tamil Nadu. It was there that she met her first husband, a cellist in a German orchestra.
In 1975 she travelled to Germany, married, got divorced, lived in Paris for a year then returned to Germany where she studied Social Work in Freiburg. It was while working as a Probation Officer in Mosbach, South Germany, that she met her second husband, another Probation Officer.
Sharon now divides her time between England and Germany with her husband and two children. She has written three novels – Of Marriageable Age, Peacocks Dancing and The Speech of Angels, and now Son of God.
Aruna Sharan is one of two pen names Sharon uses: she also writes under the pen name Sharon Maas. Her novels Of Marriageable Age, Peacocks Dancing and The Speech of Angels were published by HarperCollins between 1999 and 2004.
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — January 22, 2012 @ 7:11 pm |
My grandmother worked as a maid for a Mr Johnson, who was the paymaster for the police department back in the 1950′s. They lived in Queenstown, I cannot remember the name of the street, but it was not far from Forshaw st.
Comment by clbarrow — January 25, 2012 @ 10:16 pm |
Hello there. What was her name? My Uncle was Eric Johnson and his wife’s name was Laura. They lived at Eve Leary in those days. they were a wonderful couple. She was hard-of hearing- If you get this please respond!
Comment by Nora Johnson Kawalec — April 14, 2012 @ 7:30 pm |
Hi Nora {Johnson} Kawalec. Regarding your question on an old photograph of Main Street, Georgetown. I have a very old picture, taken around 1900 of some my family members on Main Street. I can send that to you via your email. Now it may not do you any justice since the focus was the individuals and not so much the background.
Dmitri Allicock
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — January 27, 2012 @ 12:12 am |
Hi DMitri. I am actually looking for a picture from about the 1930′s or 40′s of 44 Main Street in Georgetown. I see they have totally transformed it to the British Embassy. We lived there for many years and I think it was Dentist Denis Evan Wong that started his practice there on the first floor. He was also my first Dentist. Mercury and all. LOL! It would be wonderful to find such an existing photograph. Thanks so much!
Comment by Nora Johnson Kawalec — April 21, 2012 @ 5:32 pm |
Hi Nora,
The beautiful Main Street was well described by British author and judge, Henry Kirke, from the period of the 1870s.
He said…”Main Street is certainly one of the prettiest streets I ever saw. About fort yards wide, it is divided up the middle by a wide canal full of the Victoria Regia Lily, the canal and the roads on each side, being shaded by an avenue of saman trees. Handsome houses, painted white, or some bright color, are built on each side of the street, nearly all of which are surrounded by gardens, full of crotons, palms, poinsettias, bougainvilleas, and all sorts of bright-hued plants and flowers; on some of the trees can be seen clusters of cattleyas with their mauve and rose colored flowers, from another an oncidium throws out its racemes of odorous petals, four to five feet in length.”
I am certain the pictures you are looking for exist and most likely within the British archives and records of British Guiana.
Thanks and good luck
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — April 22, 2012 @ 1:07 am
I would just like to add to the comments by Jack and Malin-Smith about Jews and Guyana from a historical viewpoint. In 1938, P.M. Chamberlain of Britain proposed the settlement of Jews in the then British colony of Guyana given the horrible acts against them in Germany. In 1940, the matter of a Jewish homeland in Guyana was once more proposed. The figure talked about was 250,000. It was finally decided to defer a decision to some future date. The issue was never resurrected. Jewish historical online document indicates that Jews settled in Cayenne (French Guiana) and in the Pomeroon (Dutch) area, in British Guiana at some point in time. I knew a Miss Edna Abraham in Georgetown who had a Jewish family background but was in the Unity Church, circa 1970-1975.
Comment by Peter Halder — January 29, 2012 @ 7:53 pm |
The first settlement of Jews in the Guianas was at Kykovorall in the Essequibo. Later, Sephardic Jews escaping the “Holy Inquistion” were granted lands in what is now Suriname, a community was established and Jews thrived, building a synogogue etc, today the ruins of the Joden Savannah (cemetery) is being restored. The Synogogue (internal infrustructure) was dismantled and now sits in the national museum in Jerusalem.
Comment by Barbara malins-Smith — January 31, 2012 @ 10:21 pm |
Hi Bernard
I remember you and Betty Lee. I can’t remember specific instances but I remember you well so maybe we went to the same schools and met at birthday parties. BG was a wonderful place to grow up and I will always be grateful that I was ‘born in the land of the mighty Roraima’. When later on I knew Edna Abraham after she had retired she lived on Cummings St, just south of Lamaha St, next to the Messerveys. I believe you were also related to the Abrahams family who lived on Hadfield St. Arthur & Pat Abrahams. We occasionally see Pat and her daughters Anne and Dianne.
Regards
Geoff Burrowes
Comment by Geoff Burrowes — March 29, 2012 @ 4:37 pm
Peter, my name is Bernard Abraham, born in Georgetown BG in 1944. I’m researching the history of the Abraham family in Guyana, and would be most interested in what you can tell me about the Edna Abraham you knew. Did she live at 217 Lamaha Street, at the corner with Camp street? In the 70s she would have been retired, but in her working life she was a legal secretary at Lawyer King’s office. Was her close friend Millie Clarke? Was her father E.A.V.Abraham, well known lawyer and moyor of GT 1904/1905 who died in June 1918. I would be really pleased to hear from you.
Bernard.
Comment by Bernard Abraham — February 21, 2012 @ 3:12 pm |
I would also like to add that some of the early Dutch Settler was also of Jewish origins, escaping persecution and looking for a fresh start in the colonies of Essiquibo, Berbice and later Demerara.
The 1740s invitation by the Dutch for other nationalities to develop Demerara also saw a number of Jews settling the area. Several members of my family linage are of Jewish origin. Many Guyanese may also be unaware that they have Jewish ancestry.
היהודית שלי זה rememembered (תה”פ) ביוקר
תודה {My Jewish ancestors remembered dearly-thank you.}
Dmitri Allicock
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — January 30, 2012 @ 2:10 am |
I have still been unable to find any information on my grandmother and her parents. I have tried the guyanese embassy the GRO as well as St. Philips church and have not heard from anyone. The GRO for overseas events checked and said they had no record and to try the Guyana GRO but they do not respond to letters or e-mails. Any other ideas would be so appreciated. Thanks Wendy
Comment by Wendy Quinn — January 30, 2012 @ 7:21 pm |
Hi Wendy,
I was reading your comment and was wondering if you tried looking at the “British Guiana Colonial Index.” There are thousands of names of early Guiana posted there.
I was able to develop my family tree to as far back as the 1600s, in some cases and it is not easy thing to do. We have been holding Family Reunions every two years and they have been helpful in putting people in contact with each other. Fragmented bits of information may have survived within individual families.
Sometimes an indirect approach is also helpful. I see myself as an Allicock, yet I descended from some many just as important names. Some of my Allicock’s history was found within my Paterson’s family history and so on.
Old books may also contain reference to your family. The 1898 book “Twenty Five Year in British Guiana” written by Henry Kirke was very helpful to me in getting a better image of the times. Henry Kirke wrote extensively on his life and travels around British Guiana. His trip up the Demerara River was spent with many of my “early family members.” I encourage you to never give up your search for information.
History is forever and cannot be changed. However it can be sadly lost and misunderstood.
Here is a little on the family names you mentioned {Ralph and Hancock}from the British Guiana Colonial Index.
RALFE, George Henry
• Died: 21 APR 1834, Cheltenham GLS
RALFE, Whitfield Esq.
• Born: ABT 1808, New Romney SSX ENG
• Died: 8 JAN 1838, Berbice
RALPH, Mary Augustine
• Married HALY, John Creswell: 1867
• Died: 1868
RALPHE, Daughter
RALPHS, -, wife of W.J.
• Married RALPHS, W.J.
RALPHS, Harriet Norine
• Born: 4 NOV 1880, British Guiana
RALPHS, John Williams
• Born: Demerara
• Married HANCOCK, Katherine Sarah Wilhelmina: 29 JUN 1877, St. Philip’s Church
RALPHS, Son
• Born: 27 MAY 1879
RALPHS, W.J.
• Married RALPHS, -, wife of W.J.
HANCOCK, Alice Helen Elvira
• Married SMITH, David: 6 JUN 1882
HANCOCK, C.W.F.
• Born: ABT 1838
• Died: 19 JAN 1873, Georgetown BG
HANCOCK, Elizabeth, widow of J.
• Born: ABT 1791
• Married HANCOCK, John Esq.
• Died: 16 DEC 1867, Spring Garden Weymouth DOR
HANCOCK, Helen, wife of T.
• Born: ABT 1811
• Married HANCOCK, Thomas
• Died: 4 APR 1867, Charlestown
HANCOCK, James
• Died: 17 OCT 1841
HANCOCK, James Alexander
• Died: 11 OCT 1882, Hadfield st.
HANCOCK, Jessie
• Married HUBBARD, Edward Augustus: 13 APR 1876, Georgetown
HANCOCK, John
• Born: ABT MAY 1814
HANCOCK, John
• Died: 5 SEP 1841, London
HANCOCK, John Esq
• Married HANCOCK, Elizabeth, widow of J.
• Died: BEF 1868
HANCOCK, Katherine Sarah Wilhelmina
• Born: Demerara
• Married RALPHS, John Williams: 29 JUN 1877, St. Philip’s Church
HANCOCK, Richard
• Married ROUSKOLB, Ellen: 9 NOV 1831, Banns of Matrimony
HANCOCK, Son
• Born: 24 OCT 1837, Charlestown
HANCOCK, Thomas
• Married HANCOCK, Helen, wife of T.
• Died: BEF APR 1876
HANCOCK, Thomas
• Born: ABT 1855
• Died: 2 MAR 1879, Georgetown
HANCOCK, William P.
• Died: 8 JUL 1835, Kingston
Best regards, Dmitri
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Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — January 30, 2012 @ 8:43 pm |
Thanks so much and yes I have been looking at British Colonists list and added my grandmother Harriet Norine Ralphs born Nov. 4, 1880 and found her parents John William Ralphs and Katherine Sarah Wilhelmina Hancock who were married at St. Philips Church on June 29, 1877 but cannot go back farther then that without more information. Where did you locate the book you spoke of “25 years in British Guiana”? Thanks and yes I will not give up it is a challenge at this point and too interesting! Wendy
Comment by Wendy Quinn — January 31, 2012 @ 12:27 pm |
Hi Wendy,
I copy and pasted where you can locate the book “Twenty Five Years in British Guiana” below
Twenty-five Years in British Guiana (9781402194634): Henry Kirke…
http://www.amazon.com/Twenty-five-Years-British-Guiana-Henry/…/1402...
$18.99 – In stock…
I have one of what is believed to be an original copy which was handed down by the family. It is so old that it is kept together by wire. I also have a hard cover copy as well.
It is a great book and contains an infinite about of information on Guiana from the 1850s- 1900s. The political correctness is of course from that era and should not be a barrier to research.
Your family of the 1800s might have known many of my people back then and it may even be possible that we might be “related” in some way. British Guiana was a small country where everyone knew something of the other. Are you located in England?
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — January 31, 2012 @ 2:07 pm |
Thanks so much Dmitri for your help. I will look on Amazon now and see if I can order a book for myself. What a treasure you have by owning a book that has survived so long and passed down through the family. That would be so amazing to think we might possibly be related in some way. I live in USA. Do you live in England? My paternal grandfather William Beale was born in Devonshire England and then emigrated to Canada and finally to the states where he lived in NY until passing away in 1933. Family lore is that his family had apple orchards there???
Comment by Wendy Quinn — January 31, 2012 @ 6:27 pm |
Hi Dmitri just ordered the book you mentioned from Amazon.com should be here by the weekend. looking forward to reading it. thanks again Wendy
Comment by Wendy Quinn — January 31, 2012 @ 6:39 pm |
Thanks Wendy,
Few relics and artifacts have survived the journey of time yet I am thankful for the little that did. A few pieces of silver cooking utensils are still around from the 1830s which once belonged to John Spencer.
John Spencer of the “Three Friends- John Paterson, John Blount and John Spencer” great house which was located at” Maria Elizabeth” Upper Demerara was destroyed by fire in the 1830s. Several pieces still exist within the family that was saved from the fire.
My Paterson history was the best preserved. John Dagleish Paterson’s historical home stood for 208 years before the April 12, 2011 fire.
His and Guyana first 1824 Water Wheel is still there as a silent witness to so much history.
You will enjoy that book. It will paint a very vivid picture of the life and times and may even be helpful personally, like in my case.
I am in Florida and enjoy history very much. Let me know how the research is going and stay in touch.
Dmitri
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — January 31, 2012 @ 7:57 pm |
Just finished reading 25 years in British Guiana and found it fascinating. That being said I did not find any reference to relatives within it’s pages. I will keep trying to find a way to trace our family history back through time somehow. My husband and I will be heading to Florida soon to the Port St. Lucie area and then across to Naples and Marco Island to visit family and friends. I will keep you informed as to my progress in researching family history. Regards Wendy
Comment by Wendy Quinn — February 11, 2012 @ 3:21 pm |
Hi all Guianese. It was a pleasure reading such pleasantries of British Guiana. I was born in Georgetown but then my parents moved to wismar in the mid 50′s. I had fun memories of the “PulHaris’ & RH CARR. I attended the St Andrew’s Parish in Wismar until May 1964 massacre. If anyone has a picture or know of the existence of the parish please forward some info.
Comment by Mohini Singh — February 3, 2012 @ 8:05 pm |
Hi Mohini,
My heart goes out to you. No one “is willing” to talk too about that TRAGIC chapter of history you mentioned for obvious reasons; however I did mention something about that era under the decline of bauxite and Guyana.
That terrible tragedy continues to haunt Guyana up to this day. I often wonder why in the world the “26th of May” was used for the celebration of Guyana’s independence, when that day symbolized Guyana at its very WORST!
“I wonder if I knew you.” There was an entire family of Singh that lived opposite our home at Silvertown. I was only four at the time. I used to go to a kindergarten nearby with two Singh’s children {a boy and a girl}. I have never been able to forget these two beautiful children and often wonder what became of them. The ruins and fruits trees left on the vacant four lots, to this day is called by all my family as “the Singh’s property”. I counted over two hundred empty house lots in Silvertown alone. There was no proper accounting of the extent of what really went on.
My family survived the disturbance and its aftermath by the grace of God.
God bless you and your wonderful family.
How old were you in ’64 Mohini?
Dmitri
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — February 4, 2012 @ 2:48 am |
Dmitri, I was born in 1953. I believe the Singh’s you’re talking about might be Sabrah Singh & her brother junior. We were about the same age, we were in the same class. Her grand father was Mr. Lowe had lived opposite the market nearing the Bata shoe store. I remember Sabrah’s parents were divorce & she mentioned her father was living in Burmuda at the time. She was a very pretty girl, I do wonder time after time what become of her. They were also caught up in the 1964 blast. When we were at the police station waiting to be escorted to Mackenzie I saw her, it was the last time. It was her grand father Mr. Lowe who pointed out the three blacks on the hill to Mr. Langham a Manager from the Bauxite company, as they were just about to bomb the station at 5.30 pm with approx 4-6000 people all in disarray/distorted. I even saw one of my teacher Miss Atkinson she was raped. Sad memories for us kids to store. I remembered it like yesterday, sorry I can’t help after all these years. I would love to hear from Sabrah if she is alive.
Comment by Mohini Singh — February 4, 2012 @ 5:08 pm |
Mohini,
Never before in the history of Guyana has such “horrible violence and ethnic cleansing” occurred which would signaled the downfall of the great Country Guyana was.
The splash of fall colors accompanied by the smell of wood burning in the fall here in the United States vividly takes me back to my childhood of innocence loss. I saw enough as a 4 year old that will forever haunt my memories.
I once told a higher up within the Burnham click what was required to correct the dismal failure of Guyana’s politics ,“that a meaningful atonement was a necessary requirement for any cohesive or united future of Guyana” Guyana can only move forward with unity, decency and rule of law.
I studied The Report of the Wismar, Christianburg and Mackenzie Commission and it attempted and did a fair job of documentation however “a lot was left out” for unknown reasons.
I lived at Wismar or ground zero and saw the aftermath. The “Valley of Tears” became Victory Valley as law and order became a joke. No one was ever punished for the lawlessness and criminal acts that took place. It was actually morbidly celebrated in my opinion by using the “26th of May” for the day of Guyana’s Independence.
That pain is carried by so many of our country men and nothing was truly done to heal or provide any proper validation. The spiral downwards into that tragic abyss of third world self destruction became the outcome.
There will be some who would not appreciate what we have said here and whatever their motivation may be, it does not matter. The truth lies right in front of your eyes, just open them.
This unforgiving world is made just a little kinder by the pure honesty within you Mohini. Stay in contact.
It is possible that the Singh you mentioned may be the ones which I wrote about. I will check with a source on the names of their parents. I would love to reunite with them. It seems after 48 years I am still waiting to be accompanied to school by those two special children as they are dearly remembered.
Best regards
Dmitri
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — February 4, 2012 @ 6:34 pm |
Dimitri, your comment “horrible violence and ethnic cleansing”, caught my attention. Horrible violence did occur during that period of political racial unrest, and that is what happened,it was a case of racial violence spurred on by the politicians from both sides of the racial divide, but it is a quantum leap to post the label “ethnic cleansing” to the events of this dark period of unrest and insurrection. Ethic cleansing does not apply here, I suggest you look up the definition “ethnic cleansing”. I submit, in my humble view ,the horrible events at Wismar and other parts of the country, in some cases heinous, does not qualify as ethnic cleansing. The entire country was in the throes of racial unrest, there was violence perpetrated by both sides, the politicians played the racial card and ignorant iliterates responded, badly, very badly with consequences the country is yet to recover from, even after all this time.
Stay well,
Barbara
Comment by Barbara malins-Smith — February 6, 2012 @ 11:59 pm |
Dmitri, Barbara is correct, this is not ethnic cleansing. Politicians played the racial card & the iliterates responded with vengence. The country will never recover when you have kids of those days like myself who after decades the memories are still fresh.My father’s business was on the main drag, behind the building is the river, infront is the main road & approx. 250 yards is the foot of the hill. In 1962 during the 80 days strike,I was sitting in front of our business only 7 years old & witnessed the hooligans broke the Bata shoe store & the lawlessness began & continued. Later that night they had wanted to break into our shop but someone we fed & shelted saved us. This was the beginning of the episode until the trauma of 1964. I stood behind the fences as every curious kid & watched what transpired day after day to men bloodied with hands tied behind their backs & thrown into the river to swim & thrown into the fire of their house burning. Those thrown in the river if they floated they were stoned, when they went under the laughter explodes joyously. The young women, the babies divided in half while still alive & the animals were hacked in pieces while walking. THIS IS NO ETHNIC CLEANSING! When the English soldiers arrived in Guyana, the Burnhams took them to Berbice where there were no problems,they were advised that nothing is happening, there were no disturbances. Days gone by before the soldiers realized they were in the wrong place. By the time they get to Wismar & witnessed the blood bath they lined the streets & escorted helpless victims to the Police station grounds. Again we were saved at the last moment once more when one of the guys hid in rags, came to our backyard by way of the river met with me & instructed me to get my father. He said “I cannot save you & your family any longer get out immediately, for the group is coming to you now just go.” Once at the police ground I happened to walk around only to be standing at the side of Mr Langham who shot the three men on the hill just about to end the lives of 6000 people with one last bomb. When the police picked them up & brought them in, I saw them in clear sight, I saw their faces & the bullit holes in them. Yet I was so innocent but curious. Those that brought GUYANA to the dogs might be dead & gone & the wrongs will never be made right.
Comment by Mohini Singh — February 7, 2012 @ 1:52 am |
Mohini, your story tugged deeply at my heart, what a nightmare for a seven year old child to have wittnessed. You were wittness to nothing but thuggery, ignorance and heartless criminal behaviour. You are right ,the country can never recover until the memory of such criminal acts fade and eventually die. What occured in the early sixties in Guyana was mayhem and the breakdown of Law and Order and for a time criiminal minds roamed the byways bringing death and destruction to decent people of all races, the criminal acts were not confined to just one group. There are countless stories of the goodness and decency of Guyanese from both sides of the racial divide. The politicians were the real culprits, spurring the hooligans to do their bidding and “mash up de place”.
Stay well,
Barbara
Comment by Barbara malins-Smith — February 7, 2012 @ 3:53 pm |
Dear Barbara.
Semantics or word meaning is of course very important in any discussion. You suggested looking up the meaning of the tragedy that occurred and climax on the 26th of may 1964 at Wismar. Here is the meaning of the word. “Ethnic cleansing is a purposeful policy designed by one ethnic or religious group to remove by violent and terror-inspiring means the civilian population of another ethnic or religious group from certain geographic areas.
“EVERY East Indian in the area was evacuated by British Soldiers who parachuted in the Kara- Kara area on the Mackenzie shore as EVERY home and business went up flames.”
They were taken to refugee camps near the City. Most of them never returned. Sounds familiar? Yes, Guyana was indeed in turmoil. What went on at Wismar was different in the extent of the “violence and population movement.” Personal pain is easy to understand but becomes difficult for some when it belongs to someone else.
Best regards,
Dmitri
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — February 7, 2012 @ 2:14 am |
Hi Mohini,
Thanks for the “vivid picture” that you painted so well. Some would say it happened a long time ago and should be forgotten, others might even attempt to rewrite history in their eyes. Regardless, “The story of once upon a time in 1964” will be told for many years to come for it is a sad story of our dear Guyana Then and Now. As you can see, this tragedy will always brings out “pain” in one way or the other, notwithstanding, I think this bit of back and forth may have served a healthy purpose in some strange way.
We, the SURVIORS of that chapter know only too well what it took to rebuild shattered lives. The young people of today are looking at us for guidance and leadership and we have a responsibility to provide them with a safe and healthy pathway to a better life. The time for “healing and peace” is long overdue, yet somehow it is still important to reflect since “understanding and knowing the past is the way forward.”
All the best,
Dmitri
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — February 7, 2012 @ 4:02 am |
Dear Dimitri,
Please point me to the evidence of a planned ” Policy” with relation to the Wismar events. I wish to know the names of those persons, organisations etc that planned and directed etc in this “ethnic cleansing policy’ anywhere in Guyana. I sympathise with your deep feelings of hurt concerning the tragic Wismar events and for your own personal pain. Here is a footnote for you, seven members of my immediate family lost their lives, all in one night, during those dark days. Talk about rebuilding lives, to that I am able to speak volumes.
Stay well,
Barbara
Comment by Barbara malins-Smith — February 7, 2012 @ 3:34 pm |
Dear Barbara,
I am extremely sorry for your personal pain. {Wow!}
Where your relatives on the Sun Chapman? That was another terrible tragedy which was related to Upper Demerara that resulted in some many deaths, suffering and pain.
I absolutely agree that the entire Country was caught up in the craziness but referred primarily to Upper Demerara due to the issue that was raised.
I choose not to personalize my family’s experience since in the end inner peace and love will only come from WITHIN.
However, I will say this; I was kissed as a baby by Jagan, almost lost my life in ’64, was a pall bearer for my dear brother Walter Rodney in 1980 and had Thanksgiving dinner with the family of Viola Burnham a few years ago.{ We all enjoyed the meal and no one choked} What a journey!
Most contributors of this site lives far away from Guyana. They left for a number of reasons. We enjoy safety and rule of law in our new homes for which we are grateful for. Guyana however will always live within all us.
We belong to “a very small group of people called Guyanese.” No one around the world cares too much about our plight or flight. We must learn to find our way.
I am very sorry if in any way our back and forth caused any feelings because it was never my intention to do so since “you are my dear sister also.”
Good luck to you and family and stay in touch.
Best regards, Dmitri
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — February 7, 2012 @ 6:19 pm |
Dear Dimitri,
No offence taken, all in the back and forth of healthy debate. Physically and mentally, I/we have long left Guyana, well over forty years ago, members of my family reside in continents near and far, yet still, in our hearts there was once a magical place called Guyana and we all would prefer to hold close to our hearts those memories of the good times. Our reunions over the years have always been events of joy, the sadness and pain, we prefer to stay buried. It is our survival tool, getting on with the living.
Stay well,
Barbara
Comment by Barbara malins-Smith — February 8, 2012 @ 3:04 pm |
Dear Barbara
You are so right. My time is spent between work and family. I am heavily into the heritage of my family and Upper Demerara and find tremendous happiness and inspiration from the love of my dear family but first and foremost of God.
I thought of these words as I am responding here.
Pain is as old as time. The Bible addressed this only so well. The Sermon on Mount is one good source to study what Jesus said. These words are magical and can provide eternal healing for those that believe.
SOURCE: THE GOSPEL OF MATTHEW
DATE WRITTEN: 63 AD -Matthew 5
The Beatitudes
1 And seeing the multitudes, He went up on a mountain, and when He was seated His disciples came to Him. 2 Then He opened His mouth and taught them, saying:
3 “Blessed are the poor in spirit,
For theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
4 Blessed are those who mourn,
For they shall be comforted.
5 Blessed are the meek,
For they shall inherit the earth.
6 Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness,
For they shall be filled.
7 Blessed are the merciful,
For they shall obtain mercy.
8 Blessed are the pure in heart,
For they shall see God.
9 Blessed are the ” PEACEMAKERS,”
For they shall be called sons of God.
Jesus did the greatest act of forgiveness as he was put to death and disgraced. As he was crucified between thieves and nailed upon the cross. He said “Father, forgive them for they know not what they do and they parted his clothing and cast lots.” : King James 2000
Words said over 2000 years ago which still rings out loudly in meaning and has endlessly applications today.
The great Mahatma Gandhi admired Jesus for those magical words also.
Good luck and stay healthy also.
Dmitri Allicock
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — February 9, 2012 @ 1:46 am |
The Royal Visit of Queen Elizabeth II and Prince Phillip to British Guiana in 1966
The Royal Visit of Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth II and Prince Phillip to British Guiana in 1966
Queen Elizabeth II has just celebrated the 60th year as a monarch. Here is a short film of her visit to British Guiana in early 1966:
Click this link: http://www.britishpathe.com/video/the-royal-tour
Dmitri
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — February 9, 2012 @ 11:14 pm |
Hello Dmitri, I congratulate you on the most interesting contributions that you make to this weblog, and have just followed the link http://www.britishpathe.com/video/the-royal-tour to the Pathé newsreel film. I even hesitated before writing this note, but must point out for the Common Good that the film shows not Queen Elizabeth II on the Royal Tour of British Guiana/Independent Guyana in 1966 but a Royal Tour of North-East England by her parents Queen Elizabeth the Queen Mother and King George VI, dated 1939 and showing the great British Daimler limousines preferred then by the Royal Family.. I trust that you will not object to this comment and that it will not cause offence. By the way, I loved the quotation of The Beatitudes, because No 8 is the motto of my school in Birkenhead, England. MK.
Comment by Michael T Knowles BSc — February 10, 2012 @ 12:44 am |
You are right about the link Michael. I now realized it didn’t do the trick after copying it from its original source “Guyanese online” that was posted 2/9/12. The picture that accompanied the link didn’t copy of course.
The stunningly beautiful video is a must see. I deeply moved and impressed by the way Guyana looked around 1965-66. The world class Orinduik Falls of the Pakaraima Mountains, Georgetown, the now defunct Railway, the Sugar Plantations and even the young Forbes Burnham and so many faces of folks now passed on. The video highlighted the young Queen Elizabeth visit to Guyana as the way was being cleared for Independence and did a great job of showing Guyana then. Thanks for your compliments and your “tease.” You were obviously referring to the back and forth prior. Yes Michael, a painful chapter that changed our dear land of Guyana is so many ways.
I will try to get the link.
Blessed are indeed the pure of heart. They are the future and makes everthing worthwhile.
Best regards,
Dmitri
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — February 10, 2012 @ 11:34 am |
Speaking of the Royals, Here is a wonderful letter/ note written 62 year ago by my dear relative Manly Binning {1899-1986}, whom I treasure and wrote so much of under “Bauxite “on this site. He refers to Princess Alice visit to Upper Demerara, British Guiana in 1950. Letters, notes and any documentation are priceless in understanding heritage.
Manly remembers Sunday March 19, 1950. These are diary like notations that demonstrate Manly Binning in his very own words.
It’s a Fair Day. Had an egg boiled @5:30 am with coffee
George Alexander Binning in Mackenzie Hospital { his father}
Vivie and Doris are at the old House, The one by the river on Arvida Road. Aunt Nell at Gladys Van Sertima
Mr. Sinclair swam his Bull over the River.
One fishing rod made for Mr. Horner, and one nearly completed for Mr. Mackenzie of the Mills.
Children made swinger underneath the house at Arvida Road, which broke down with Tookie.
Forgarty’s account in Ration Store closed since the first of the month.
Working special Duties to Chief Mechanical Superintendent in Office
Dorothy Rickford—Librarian in the Engineering Department Technical Library Office. { Manly was later a teacher at Demba Trade School}
Girl dismissed for unsatisfactory work on Friday (Fraser) gone.
Betty got a school uniform present from Aunt Doris .
Had Vermicelli Soup for lunch
Gave Georgie a Cow Bone and Friskie a piece of meat, but Jet ran under him and snatched it.
Living at Cakatara Village , Arvida Road, directly opposite the church at Wismar and the Mackenzie Depot called Market.
Next door neighbors Solomon and Alverez.
Two turkeys Terry and Tessie strutting on the playground in front of the house around a speckled hen
Charlie Carter and Lovell passed in the afternoon at 5p.m as everybody running as PRINCESS ALICE is expected.
Glorie gave me a little porridge.{ Glorie was his wife }
The Guy Ray just passed with flags; most people say and think that the PRINCESS passed in the River.
Football being played on the playground
Children swinging on swingers in the School yard
Reading Yoga and Occultism
Made Souvenir for Doris Girl Guides to present to Princess Alice
Mrs. Fletcher being Girl Guide Commissioner at Mackenzie
Church Bell rings lustily—Priest on the Stelling.
Dorabese passes at 5:20 p.m.
We all shook hands, Georgie on window sill, Betty in the market. Power House tows the sign—Welcome!!
The memory of Manly VHL Binning will live on! God bless his children and all his descendants.
Dmitri
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — February 10, 2012 @ 5:57 pm |
Would you have or know of anyone who has photos of the queen’s visit in 1966? My father handed the queen a shovel at the ceremony. He worked for Alcan.
Thank you,
Jennifer
Comment by Jennifer O'Neil — February 11, 2012 @ 3:35 am |
Jennifer,
I somehow recollect the queen’s visit prior to 1966, 1966 was the year of Independence and somehow I seem to recall it was another member of the Royal Family who accompanied the Duke of Edinburgh, I may be wrong, a lil halfzeimers may be plaguing my recall, but verify.
Stay well,
Barbara
Comment by Barbara malins-Smith — February 11, 2012 @ 5:09 pm |
Dmitri, Reading of Guiana’s history of such early days I had been trying to obtain my family records. My grand father went British Guiana as a 10 year old boy, the year I don’t know he died at age 97 before I was even born. The British went to India told the kids that they found the city of Eldorado. “Gold” The Indians heard the word gold so they decided to boarded the ships with their spades, shovels & pick axes & was taken to BG, only to arrive in South America & found the slaves & sugar cane plantation. The slaves were dying out because of the hard work. The indians were given the opportunity to help reap the plantation & after that who wanted to return they will take them back & who wanted to stay would be given land & work. My grand father’s brothers went back to India. I learnt my Grand dad was an overseer & had a huge piece of land which he sold after time. I also learnt that the British Government had set aside in a trust “sort of” monies owing to the indians. I knew that the Burnham Government took the money & build a cultural center which of course indians never had the use. I wrote to the deed & registry in Georgetown for the history/records of the boats, names, number of people & their journey to the colony. I “learnt” that Burnham Government after obtaining independance ordered these records burned & destroyed. I have not heard from the authorities of the information requested, its been years now. I tried some internet research & got nowhere. If anyone knew of this history I’m grateful for the info. for my childrens’ sake. I also wrote to the British Government hoping they would have copies of the trips they made to india & the names/boats of the people they transported to the West Indies. I am proud what my grand dad did in those days, he helped build a nation & we suffered dearly for the decisions they made. Thanks.
Comment by Mohini Singh — February 11, 2012 @ 6:37 pm |
Hi Mohini,
It is very nice to hear from you.
As you know heritage is my greatest passion.
I have researched my family heritage and was able to go as far back as the 1600s in some cases.
Most are traced into the Dutch period to as far back as the 1700s.
I have a cousin, Richard Allicock in Canada who has also done extensive work on the East Indians heritage of Guyana and has lots of his work available on the internet. Google his name and you will see some of his wonderful work. He also did a tremendous amount of work on the Africans of Guyana and went heavily into the repugnant slave history. Once upon a time I was pretty close to brilliant history and great son of Guyana, Walter Rodney who did great work on African history and the Sugar workers of early Guiana.
Dmitri
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — February 12, 2012 @ 2:10 am |
Hi Wendy,
It is nice to hear from you. That was a quick read. I read that book several times and learn something each time.
It painted a real good picture of the times. Our next Family Reunion is in 2013 and I draw a lot of strength from them. Good luck in your family linage research.
Florida is a bit chilly tonight and down into the 40s in your destination Port St. Lucie however this is still the best time of the year to visit.
Have a great trip.
Dmitri
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — February 12, 2012 @ 3:14 am |
Remembering our Dear Whitney Houston!
“AND I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU TOO” SWEETHEART
What a tragic and unbelievable loss.
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — February 12, 2012 @ 10:05 am |
Mohini, here is a link. Indian indenturship…A forgotten episode in hsitory.
http://gulcharan-mohabir.sulekha.com/blog/post/2005/10/indian-indentureship-a-forgotten-episode-of-history.htm
http://gulcharan-mohabir.sulekha.com/blog/post/2005/10/indian-indentureship-a-forgotten-episode-of-history.htm
If you cannot access google Indain indenturship etc
Regards,
Barbara
Comment by Barbara malins-Smith — February 13, 2012 @ 3:25 pm |
I read with great interest the comments above, especially the need for accurate information about Guyana and its peoples. I would urge you to read a book, entitled “The Indelible Red Stain” written by my husband, Dr Mohan Ragbeer. It is a substantial work, in two volumes, recently published and available through Amazon.com. It covers much of the history of pre-independence British Guiana, and deals in much detail with the social, cultural and economic aspects of the country’s history, answering many of the questions possed in the above blog. It also deals with the relationships between the different races that make up the population, and describes the circumstances that led to the great exodus of Guyanese from the country which he regarded as a tropical paradise.
For Mohini, I would particularly recommend his accounts of the life of the earliest Indians and also the history of India which is summarized in the second volume. I would be happy to give you any further information.
Regards,
Mary
Comment by mary mcneill — February 15, 2012 @ 1:03 am |
I highly recommend Dr. Ragbeer’s book, it is brilliantly written and gives account to the true facts leading to the decline of Guyana. I received this book from a friend sometime ago, had every intention of reading right away, got half way, picked it up again this morning after reading Mary’s comment. i intend to spend the week end reading form the beginning. Brilliant.
Comment by Barbara malins-Smith — February 15, 2012 @ 2:18 pm |
Mary, thank you for the suggestion. I left Guyana many decades ago with all hopes of never to return under no circumstances. The occurances & brutality I’ve witnessed first hand as a very young kid of 7 & my teenage years have left an emotional scar for the rest of my life & a very bad taste for the kind of people. I was scheduled to leave Guyana one week before my neighbor who lived 3 blocks down the road in Chateaumargot on the East Coast. They were leaving Tuesday with intentions of never to return. At 2.00 am the Sunday morning masked men kicked in their door & riddled those people with machine guns. When a nine year old son try to grab the phone to call the police he was laced with firewater. I don’t think he lived, the father had holes in him like a strainer, the complete story is dreadful to talk about. However, police never arrived. That hour of the morning the entire neighborhood stood on the street shaken with fear, my knees buckled under me. My two eyes have seen enough, my cup has overflowed, there is nothing that can erase those memories, not even the good old days of colonialism. East Indians became helpless targets after the country gained independence & a changed of government which had endowed thence forth to never be changed until the country collapsed to nothing & every East Indian had diminished the land. To be a civil servant during that Government reign, his mandatory requirement of militia training, the sacrifices you adhere to just to have a job, I would have liked to shoot the bastard myself sacrificing my own life of which many before me had entertained the idea themselves but none could have succeeded. My husband’s parents are German American by birth, three generations over, the Catholic church & Bishops none of them can begin to comprehend the unfathomable/despicable lawlessness & brutality that were allowed in such a small & beautiful country “Guyana.” I enjoyed the stories my father told of the early days when my great grand father was taken to British Guiana with stars in his eyes to find gold, instead they found the negroes & the sugar plantation of which they were required to help reap the harvest & would be taken back to India who wanted to return. My great grand dad cooked & fed the villagers with goat meat. The huge iron pots were still around for me to see them. The people eat & danced all they want all night long. “Those were the good days.” For all those people with good memories of British Guiana, I say kudos to you all, but we were an unfortunate generation with memories of which we cannot wipe the slate clean & start over. I have volumes of books in my head of what my eyes have seen & the experiences my little heart endure and above all I wished it “COULD all GO AWAY.”
Comment by Mohini Singh — February 15, 2012 @ 8:58 pm |
Mohini,
I felt honesty in you from the “first line” you wrote and my heart is with you. Yes, books will be written, stories will be told and life will continue. You represent “a naked but hidden truth of our dear country” that few really want to face up to or discuss.
I understand and believe your story and might never be able to bring comfort to you, however acknowledgement is a good start in the long journey of atonement and inner peace.
Your story is indeed an integral and most important page of THE STORY OF GUYANA.
God bless you and your family.
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — February 16, 2012 @ 12:32 am |
A tribute to one of the greatest voice ever!
Our dear Whitney. I hope the link works.
“I will always love you.”
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — February 16, 2012 @ 5:16 pm |
When I reflect on Guyana the song that I posted of Whitney rings in my ears!
I was all “mushy” looking at this video. It is guarantee to bring tears in your eyes and a special feeling of togetherness and love. Whitney dearly remembered! Guyana dearly remembered!..Please click this VIDEO
Much love to all my fellow Guyanese.
Dmitri
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — February 16, 2012 @ 5:34 pm |
Beautiful tribute to an amazing singer. So sad she had such a troubled life and left way too soon. Thanks for sharing.
Comment by Wendy Quinn — February 16, 2012 @ 6:30 pm |
Dear Bernard Abraham,
Re your note, Edna Abraham (Aunt Edna) did in fact live at 217 Lamaha Street, North Cummingsburg. It was the home of Ruth Miriam Cox (nee Wight). My wife’s parents, Frank and Elma Small ( daughter of Granny Cox) also lived there. Aunt Edna attended my wedding and reception there. My wife and I lived in the back cottage. Aunt Edna, at that time (1971) worked at the Law Office of C.V. Wight who was related to Granny Cox. She also did part time work for Palm Court Hotel on Main Street. Aunt Edna attended Unity Church on Carmichael Street. Yes, she had a friend by the name of Melrose Clarke who I was told migrated to Canada. She was also a very close friend of the daughter of Johnny Adamson, a former Bookers executive. Aunt Edna and I spoke daily. I found her to be a gem of a person…always well dressed, simple yet sophisticated, well spoken and most kind. She was never married, as far as I know. She was invited to the many parties held at the home. I enoyed many dances with her. My family and I left Guyana in 1975. I was told she was admitted to St. Joseph’s Mercy Hospital in 1976 where she died. I was advised when I first met her that she was in her 80s. When I enquired; for the fun of it, how old she was, her sagacious reply was ” Peter, only furniture get old, not women.”
Peter
Comment by Peter Halder — February 21, 2012 @ 8:46 pm |
Thanks Peter for your prompt response, and for the lovely anecdotes about Aunt Edna.
She was my grandfather’s cousin; her father Eddie (Edward Adolphus Victor) and my great grandfather (Benjamin Victor jnr) were brothers (well half brothers to be exact). While I was growing up in Georgetown and until I left for the UK in 1962 I didn’t know of her existence and that is my loss. The people I’ve come into contact with who knew her all have the same memory of her as you do, that she was a gem of a person. Do you happen to have any photos of her in your collection?
I wonder if I could tax your memory further. I’ve been told that Edna lived at that address for many years with her mother, since the forties in fact. Her mother’s name was Connie, but do you by any chance know what her maiden name was? You mentioned that Aunt Edna had a Jewish background; did she ever go into detail about this? Did she ever talk about her parents, or about her half siblings? She had two half sisters; Eva, who lived with Johnson Subryan at Kitty Farm which was later renamed Subryanville, and Gwendoline, who was a legal secretary in her father Eddie’s law office, and who married Charles Kellman. I have a newspaper clipping of this wedding in 1916 where Edna and Eva were the bridesmaids. Eva’s brother Isaac emigrated to the US and studied electrical engineering at Carnegie Mellom university; I’m in touch with his granddaughter who lives in Washington Pennsylvania. Gwendoline’s brother Victor died by drowning in the botanical gardens shortly after her wedding. I’m in touch with Gwendoline’s grandson, who is a professor of medicine at Dublin University in Ireland, and from whom I have a photo of Edna’s father Eddie.
Edna had another half brother, Herman Victor, who, at the time of his death around 1960 was the manager of Bookers Balata Company. I’m in touch with Herman’s daughter Thelma who lives in Rotterdam in the Netherlands.
The last half sibling that I know about was Harry Valentine, who was chief clerk of the Transport and Harbours Department.
When next I visit Georgetown I shall enquire at the United Church if there is a record of Edna’s funeral and where she is buried.
I realise this is quite an imposition, but I would be most grateful for anything you can remember, and any photos you might care to share. My e-mail address is: bernabram@yahoo.co.uk
Best regards
Bernard.
Comment by Bernard Abraham — February 29, 2012 @ 9:09 pm |
THE TRAMWAYS OF GEORGETOWN BRITISH GUIANA.
Click the following link for the full article which has postcard pictures of the trams in Georgetown, and highlights the architecture of that era, which is still a feature of the city.
http://www.tramz.com/gy/g.html <click here
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — February 21, 2012 @ 11:00 pm |
Thanks for the link how fascinating to see what it looked like at the time my grandmother(born 1880 in British Guiana) was there as well as my great grandparents!
Comment by Wendy Quinn — February 22, 2012 @ 6:31 pm |
FEBUARY 23RD IS MASHRAMANI IN GUYANA
Mashramani is a Country wide annual celebration in observance of the anniversary of the Republic. This is a relatively new tradition was started on Feb 23rd 1970, when Guyana became a republic
It is probably the most colorful of all the festivals. There are spectacular costume competitions, float parades, masquerade bands, and dancing in the streets to the accompaniment of steel band music and calypsos.
Masquerades frequent the streets performing acrobatic dance routines, a vivid reminder of Guyana’s African heritage. Calypso competitions with their witty social commentaries are another integral part of “Mash”, and this culminates in the coronation of King or Queen for that year. The word Mashramani is Amerindian in origin and means “the celebration of a job well done”.
This festival originated in Linden in 1966 to celebrate independence. However, it was agreed that the festival would become a national one to celebrate the Republican Anniversary and in 1972 it became a national event and for the first time in 1973 it was controlled and organized by the Government of Guyana.
HISTORY OF MASHRAMANI
Jimmy Hamilton formerly of Linden and the Bauxite Industry and “is credited as a founder of this festival” had this to say on “Mashramani”
“The word Mashramani was spelt that way by me, because that is how it sounded. But let me go back a bit. The Junior Chamber of Greater Mackenzie started celebrating the Independence of Guyana with a Trinidad type Carnival, which was intended to keep the free spending bauxite workers and their families within the mining town. When it was announced in 1969 that Guyana would become a Republic in February 1970, the Mackenzie chapter, in keeping with the Government’s Socialist agenda, which excluded the monarchy, decided to Guyanise the celebrations. Jour Ouvert became fo-daymawnin jump-up. Ole Mas became the Revolt Dance and the Calypso Contests became the Shanto Contest. The search then began for a name to replace Carnival Queen. It was during this time that we contacted every known source for an appropriate name. It was sometime in November 1969 that Basil Butcher, Chairman of the celebrations committee, suggested that we look for an Amerindian name. Several persons were contacted including Mr. Albert Fiedtkou, who at that time was an instrument man with a geological team of the Demerara Bauxite Company. Mr. Fiedtkou, who had just returned from an exploration mission in the interior informed us that he can’t think of anything, but he was visiting his grandfather, who lived somewhere in Malali, Upper Demerara River, and he promised to find out if there is any Amerindian festivity that will suit our purpose. On his return a week or two later, Mr. Fiedtkou said the ‘old man’ remembers an Arawak festival that was something like ‘muster many’ but in Arawak language sounded like Mash-ra-mani. An example, he said, was like when a young couple was getting married, the men would go hunting and fishing for meat, while the women and children will be busy preparing Piwari and sleepy tonic and gathering materials for building a benab. When the men returned, the benab will be built, the meat prepared and the entire village and surrounding neighbours travelling by trail or canoe will congregate and the celebration will begin. This story prompted me to declare ‘hey that’s a celebration after a co-operative effort, ideal for the co-op Republic of Guyana.’ The Committee agreed, but subsequent efforts to qualify the word and its meaning proved futile. It was Mr. Adrian Thompson, the late historian, who confirmed the use of the word with these final remarks “I don’t know of the word and its meaning, but I suspect no one else does, therefore go ahead and use it.” Mashramani was born, and the 1970 celebrations were a huge success.”
Regarding the use of the word Muster or “Musta,” the Churches in the riverain area were used as a meeting area to conduct personal and public business.
The famous Musta were agreed on after Church Service. “Musta is a cooperative effort of others to band together and help another in a specific task. All was assured help in this manner by each individuals taking turns.”
They agreed to band together in a co-op and assisted each other with major work like cutting a farm, construction and extensive manual labor. They would take turns helping each other in this manner. The person receiving the help was responsible for providing meals. This was a very successful way around many enormous tasks and it also cemented healthy relationships
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — February 23, 2012 @ 11:48 am |
Thank you very much for this link. It helps me feel proud of a country we once had. The quality of life & development that took place in a few short years. But reading of mashramani just churned my stomach. 1966 I spent 3 monhs in Georgetown hospital with typhoid because of the water we had to drink. When some were celebrating this mash#$%@&%$# people were starving, they stood in lines for hours at depos for a pint of oil & a pound of cassava flour, while every thing eatible for daily survival was band, meanwhile Damanashahahahaa were getting food by the truck load to their door. They didn’t have to work either. Tough luck for us who had to eat #@$@!!%$#^&^ for survival. SORRY. This is from the experience of a 10 years old.
Comment by Mohini Singh — February 23, 2012 @ 5:57 pm |
Quite true Mohini, I was almost trampled in a food stampede as a young child and shared similar experiences, which are also stories of Guyana then and now. Understanding the past is the vision for the future.
Facts are important and sugar coating is not necessary. Like myself, I have a good feeling Guyana will always live within you in more ways than one. Your experiences and documentation makes you a very special Guyanese who still cares.
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — February 23, 2012 @ 6:20 pm |
Alana Seebarran of Guyana – Miss India Worldwide 2012
by guyaneseonline
Contestant Alana Seebarran of Guyana is crowned as the new Miss India Worldwide 2012 by her predecessor Ankita Ghazan from Australia in the 23rd edition of the pageant, next to contestant Varsha Ramrattan of Suriname (L), in Paramaribo February 26, 2012. Contestants of Indian origin from 35 different countries competed in the Miss India Worldwide Pageant 2012. REUTERS/Ranu Abhelakh
Guyana has won the crowned for Miss India Worldwide 2012.
Alana Seebarran, representing Guyana, was crowned the Miss India Worldwide 2012, Saturday evening at the KKF Ballroom in Paramaribo Suriname; She also won the title of Best talent. Her prize includes US$7,000.
Kuwait was 1st runner-up and Australia 2nd runner-up.
Of the five finalists Seebarran earned the most points in the round of questions. She also appeared to have scored high during the talent round one day earlier. Seebarran also performed a combination of Indian folk and Bollywood acts.
This reminds me of the beautiful Shakira Baksh of Guyana many years ago.
Shakira Baksh Caine – Model/Actress –THE THIRD PLACE FINISHER IN THE 1967- MISS WORLD CONTEST and Miss World’s ‘Most Beautiful 2nd Runner-Up Of All Times’ in 1967.
Shakira Caine (born Shakira Baksh on 23 February 1947, also known as Shakira and Lady Micklewhite), is a Guyanese-British former fashion model and actress of Indian descent.
She was born in Guyana to a Muslim family of Indian origin. Her mother was a dressmaker, and she aspired to follow in her footsteps and become a fashion designer. While working as a secretary her boss urged her to enter the Miss Guyana contest, where she won the Miss Guyana title. She ended up in third place in the 1967 Miss World contest in London at the age of 19; from there she would launch a career in modeling.
Shakira Baksh married British actor Michael Caine in Las Vegas, Nevada, USA on 8 January 1973,[1] and appeared with him in John Huston’s The Man Who Would Be King. They have one daughter, Natasha. She met her husband after he became obsessed with finding “the most beautiful woman he had ever seen” after seeing her in a commercial for Maxwell House coffee. He was planning on going to Brazil to track her down but it turned out that she was living in London, England. A friend gave him her phone number. They live at their home in Downs Lane, Leatherhead, and Surrey.
She is good friends with Dorrit Moussaieff, the First Lady of Iceland.[1]
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — February 27, 2012 @ 11:19 am |
STRANGERS IN THE BOX- a poem of heritage and family
Come, look with me inside this drawer,
In this box I’ve often seen,
At the pictures, black and white,
Faces proud, still, serene.
I wish I knew the people,
These strangers in the box,
Their names and all their memories
Are lost among my socks.
I wonder what their lives were like,
How did they spend their days?
What about their special times?
I’ll never know their ways.
If only someone had taken time
To tell who, what, where, or when,
These faces of my heritage
Would come to life again.
Could this become the fate
Of the pictures we take today?
The faces and the memories
Someday to be passed away?
Make time to save your stories,
Seize the opportunity when it knocks,
Or someday you and yours could be
The strangers in the box.
Much love,
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — February 29, 2012 @ 7:54 pm |
How true Dmitri. Love it.
Pat
Comment by Pat Hunte-Cusack — March 1, 2012 @ 12:06 pm |
I too agree having found a box of pictures in my mother-in-laws items and no one knows who the people in them are. So sad to not be able to share their life stories. Wendy
Comment by Wendy Quinn — March 1, 2012 @ 11:19 pm
Thanks Pat and Wendy
I came across similar findings also.
I was blessed with wonderful parents who always had a story to tell and I was a faithful listener. Some may say that yesterday is gone forever and today is the only time we have; the truth is, “life grows from the seeds of our thoughts, emotions and vision.” We all grow up with the weight of history on us. Our ancestors dwell in the attics of our brains as they do in the spiraling chains of knowledge hidden in every cell of our bodies. The ultimate barrier or “proverbial brick wall” is however met with any family heritage or linage. The written record can only go so far back then speculations and attempts to understand forgotten and undocumented history also ends.
Yesterday memories are today’s realities making heritage so much more important. The important thing to keep in mind is also what gives meaning and understanding to the concept of whom we are or what we are. That stranger in the box could be us so easily…
Love, Dmitri
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — March 2, 2012 @ 2:36 am |
WEST CRICKET MOURNS GREAT LOSS
Nevisian cricketer Runako Morton, 33 died last night in Trinidad after crashing his car into a utility pole. He was on his way home from a local cricket match. As the news about his tragic death many of his team-mates posted condolences on twitter.
Morton played 15 Tests and 56 ODIs for West Indies, with his last appearance for his country coming against Australia in a Twenty20 international in 2010. He underachieved as a Test batsman, scoring 573 runs at an average of 22.03 with four half-centuries. He had a better record as a one-day player, scoring 1519 runs at an average of 33.75 with two centuries and ten fifties.
I was very sorry to hear this about Morton this morning and still enjoys cricket despite the decline of West Indies cricket. I am still a diehard fan who hopes for the return of the day when the “West Indies dominated the world” in this game. My condolence to Runako’s family and his West Indies teams mates.
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — March 6, 2012 @ 11:20 am |
HAPPY BIRTHDAY GEORGETOWN- CELEBRATING TWO HUNDRED YEARS!
The capital city of Georgetown will celebrate two hundred years, later this year. The city of Stabroek was renamed Georgetown on 29 April 1812 in honor of England’s King George III. On 5 May 1812 an ordinance was passed to the effect that the town formerly called Stabroek, with districts extending from La Penitence to the bridges in Kingston and entering upon the road to the military camps, shall be called Georgetown.
The city of Georgetown began as a small town in the 18th century. Originally, the capital of the Demerara-Essequibo colony was located on Borselen Island in the Demerara River under the administration of the Dutch. When the colony was captured by the British in 1781, Lieutenant-Colonel Robert Kingston chose the mouth of the Demerara River for the establishment of a town which was situated between Plantations Werk-en-rust and Vlissingen.
It was the French who developed this town and made it their capital city when they captured the colony in 1782. The French called the capital La Nouvelle Ville. When the town was restored to the Dutch in 1784, it was renamed Stabroek after Nicolaas Geelvinck, Lord of Stabroek, and President of the Dutch West India Company. Eventually the town expanded and covered the estates of Vlissingen, La Bourgade and Eve Leary to the North, and Werk-en-rust and La Repentir.
Guyana first Capital still exists. The ruins of a brick fort can still be seen on a little island where the Essequibo, Mazaruni and Cuyuni rivers meet. The original fort was a wooden structure built around 1600 by some Dutch traders, who called it Kyk-Over- Al or “see over all”, because it provided a commanding view of the three rivers. The wooden structure was replaced in the 1630’s by a brick structure which served as an administrative center. Another notable landmark is the Dutch Fort Zeelandia on Fort Island in the Essiquibo River. This brick fort still retains its main features and was built in 1743. Kyk-Over-Al was Guyana’s first Capital until it was moved down river to Fort Island in order to have ready access to more Fertile land in 1743.
The birth of Georgetown occurred shortly after the 1803 treaty of Amiens, which awarded the colonies of Demerara, Berbice and Essequibo to Britain from the Dutch. Dutch and English were the primary language then, as English culture and laws slowly took over. The separate three former Dutch colonies of Demerara, Essequibo and Berbice were finally united into one entity called British Guiana in 1831 and were govern from Georgetown. The history of early Georgetown also witnessed the abolition act of Slavery in 1833 which eventually brought an end of the Trans- Atlantic Slave Trade in Africans and the most repugnant industry known to the history of humanity.
Georgetown was once called the Garden City because of the many trees that grace its avenues. The city’s avenues were created when some of its historical canals were filled in. These unique avenues urban streets are lined with flowering tropical trees, which shed their colorful blossoms at various times of the year on the pedestrian pathways that run between them.
Georgetown despite of the modern developing skyline is still a city of wooden structures, including most of its houses and public buildings. It most famous landmark is the St. Georges Anglican Cathedral, the tallest wooden structure in the world
In the 1890s, Henry Kirke author of “Twenty five years in British Guiana” said “Georgetown, called the Venice of the West Indies is a strange place, and one calculated to excite the interest and admiration of everyone. Beneath the level of the sea at springtides, the city is defended from the waves of the Atlantic by a granite breakwater two miles long, stretching from Fort William Frederick at the mouth of the river Demerara to Plantation Kitty on the East Coast; great granite groins runs out from it to the sea every sixty yards or so, to break the force of the waves; whilst the wall, which is twenty five feet wide at the top, is utilized as a promenade and health resort in the afternoon and evenings. This sea wall was commenced in 1858, and was not completed until 1892. It was built principally by convict labor, and all the granite was brought from the penal settlement on the Massaruni River.”
“The streets in Georgetown are all rectangular: the city is intersected in all directions by open canals and drains, which are crossed by innumerable bridges. These, at the time I first went out to the colony, were made of wood, which have since been replaced by handsome structures built of iron and cement. Main Street is certainly one of the prettiest streets I ever saw. About fort yards wide, it is divided up the middle by a wide canal full of the Victoria Regia Lily, the canal and the roads on each side, being shaded by an avenue of saman trees. Handsome houses, painted white, or some bright color, are built on each side of the street, nearly all of which are surrounded by gardens, full of crotons, palms, poinsettias, bougainvilleas, and all sorts of bright-hued plants and flowers; on some of the trees can be seen clusters of cattleyas with their mauve and rose colored flowers, from another an oncidium throws out its racemes of odorous petals, four to five feet in length.”
Two centuries of rich intangible cultural heritage for all Guyana is embodied by Georgetown’s history. Let this historical anniversary be remembered as a time for renewal of entrusted and sacred heritage, which must be proudly passed on to the future generations
Understanding and respecting the past are the keys to the future. Respectfully yours,
Dmitri Allicock
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — March 7, 2012 @ 12:51 am |
HAPPY PHAGWAH GUYANA!
Phagwah is a Hindu religious holiday observed in March to celebrate the triumph of good over evil. Hindus traditionally wear white on Paghwah day and indulge in the throwing upon each other of a harmless liquid called abeer. Abeer is a red dye which symbolizes the blood of the tyrannical King Kiranya who in Hindu lore was ordered burnt alive by his son Prince Prahalad because of the suffering which his people endured at the hands of his father. Powder, perfume, and water are also thrown on family, friends and neighbors on this day by Hindus and non-Hindus alike in what is an amusing, good-natured and joyful celebration. Liquor sometimes gets the better of this celebration like any other as some may be annoyed with having abeer thrown on them.
Phagwah’ derives from the Hindu month, ‘Phalgun’ (the month in which the festival falls). To usher this day, the eve before, ‘Holika’—a huge fire is lit. It symbolizes the power of righteousness over unrighteousness; good over evil; truth over untruth; virtues over vices.
Following the burning, the next morning the ash is taken and placed upon each other’s forehead; water is besmeared on each other; chowtaal, kabeer and baani (special types of music) are sound; and the entire village, despite race and color, join in the joyous festivities.
In the afternoon of the same day, everyone again joins in celebration by splashing abeer, and throwing powder upon each other, and sharing and participating in sweetmeats. Indeed, Phagwah is a reaffirmation of hope, a renewed commitment to friendship and goodwill, and a religiously sanctioned celebration of the simple and some not so simple joys of life.
Phagwah is a time for introspection. It is a time for us to identify the negative forces (vices—lust, greed, anger, hate, malice, jealousy, contempt, etc) in our lives and seek ways for their destruction, so that we may live a life of peace, harmony, brotherly love and truth. We will commit fewer mistakes and seek to cultivate good habits and virtues. Have a great holiday!
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — March 8, 2012 @ 6:18 pm |
that was good but i want history of W.R.A.Pilgrim
Comment by selven — March 8, 2012 @ 11:31 pm |
Does anyone have information of a list of ships which had taken Indians from India in the years 1838 to 1917 to the West Indies? The Port/Depot of Aapravasi Ghat located in Port Louis on the Is of Mauritius is where immigrants were taken to board the ships. There were several ships (1) Whitby (2) Hesperus sailed from Calcutta. My fore parent sailed on the Jihad which I can’t seem to find any info including date of arrival to BG. Also, its like pulling a tooth trying to find the names of each immigrant. Here in the USA we found every info on the migration of Jews, Italians, Africans and everyone else. Please help. Thanks Mo
Comment by Mohini Singh — March 12, 2012 @ 4:11 pm |
Hi Mohini,
I know this does not answer your questions directly but may assist in some way hopefully. See the link below. Best regards, Dmitri
http://guyaneseonline.wordpress.com/2012/03/16/the-east-indian-presence-in-trinidad-and-tobago-1845-1917-six-videos/
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — March 16, 2012 @ 8:20 pm |
Fascinating history of the West Indies!
http://guyaneseonline.wordpress.com/2012/03/13/barbados-scotlands-sugar-slaves-4-videos/#more-13268>
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — March 16, 2012 @ 10:36 am |
Guyana’s spectatular wildlife-a must see! Follow link below.
http://guyaneseonline.wordpress.com/2012/03/15/the-jeff-corwin-experience-guyana-land-of-the-giants-2-videos/
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — March 16, 2012 @ 11:58 pm |
Dmitri, I received a picture of Wismar 1958 showing St Andrews Parish & the Wismar Elementary School which I attended fron age 6, are there pictures archived anywhere of wismar burning? Along with the 1958 picture showing the church, is another picture which I believe is a current day of the same area. During those dreadful/horrible few days, the British soldiers were taken far away from the actual scene so that the dreadful massacre can enfold. The soldiers arrived late; were there any media coverage? or actual pictures of Wismar Police Station, St. Andrews Church, the School & the Vicarage burning? I remember clearly after we were taken across the river to Mckenzie boys club,looking back I saw the skeleton frames & the raging fire of the buildings. “I am grateful if there are pictures of the actual burning scenes on file.” Thanks Mo.
Comment by Mohini Singh — March 21, 2012 @ 2:20 pm |
Sorry Mohani, no pictures personally except for the ones frozen in my memories. Did you look at the fascinating Videos on the arrival East Indians of Trinidad 1845-1917? I thought they might be helpful in your research.
Always your friend,
Dmitri
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — March 22, 2012 @ 1:08 am |
Tag Archives: Infant mortality
Guyana Help The Kids: Working to reduce infant mortality
Great video collection of caring for the greatest assets of Guyana- Its young!
They are the the future and the promise of a better tomorrow.
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — March 28, 2012 @ 1:55 pm |
Here it is!
http://guyaneseonline.wordpress.com/2012/03/28/guyana-help-the-kids-working-to-reduce-infant-mortality/
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — March 28, 2012 @ 1:58 pm |
Please take a few minutes to watch this. It will make
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> http://www.youtube.com/embed/W86jlvrG54o?rel=0
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — March 30, 2012 @ 1:00 am |
Dimitri, In early february I received a picture of a Church & a few buildings around it taken in 1958. At the heading of that picture marked “1958 Wismar,” Do you recognized the church? and what is the name of it in those days? I got this picture in an email you sent. If there is anyone who can recognized that church & its surroundings, please send me your information I greatly appreciate it. Thanks.Mohini
Comment by Mohini Singh — March 30, 2012 @ 3:03 pm |
Sorry I don’t have your email but thanks for the question.
On this site, “Peter Halder’s Guyana” there is a picture of the old Seventh Days Church and you might be thinking about this. That picture was taken around 1958. The building next door housed the D’Anjou family and also where my dear uncle Owen Allicock once had a small business and lived before he passed in ’66.
I know that you had referred to Saint Aidan Anglican Church and School prior, so I am not sure. The other church and related school on the Wismar {Western] Shore was the Scots Church and School.
The Christianburg, Scots Church is the oldest in the area. That building was constructed in 1898 and preceded the older Scots church building. Incidentally, the 1897 Seventh Days Adventist Church located at Botaba, up the Demerara, is the oldest Seventh Days Adventist church in Guyana. Other Churches located on the main road in 1958 were the Christian Brethren and Seventh Days Adventist Church which I referred to.
I was a pupil for a few months at the Saint Aidan Primary School before being transferred to The Mackenzie Primary, which also was ran by the church in the early years.
I hope that I was helpful, best regards to you and family,
Dmitri
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — March 31, 2012 @ 8:54 pm |
born in guyana 1945 youth spent in new market st, east st, and then subyranville, when i saw comments about McKenzie, airstrip, RH Carr etc it brought back many memories, went to QC, and worked at the Royal bank of Canada, spent 2 years in McKenzie, no road is right lol, ways to/from McKenzie were really varied, RH Carr, “the trail”, graphic boat,and if you could afford it, demba pilots Barney Griffith,/Tom wilson had a little cessna 172, 40$ one way lol.
Comment by Randal Roach — April 1, 2012 @ 6:49 pm |
D,mitri, the church I’m inquiring about was in Wismar. Let begin from RH CARR Stelling/Dock, there was Sprostons Bldg. opposite, further down the same stree which was just a dust/mud road no paving, there was the Bata shoe store, then wismar market place, then Wismar Police Station, “Just infrom the Police Station there was a small dock where the farmers brought launchs heavily laden with vegitables like plantains, cassava, etc. & sells at the market. Then the Church, at the back of the church was Wismar elementary school, then the Rectory, a few houses down – was Lalta Paul & sons a huge business/store. This is how the place was up until that deadly night of 1964. I would say from RH CARR Stelling to Laltal Paul & Sons was approx. 2-3 miles couldn’t be much more of a distance. Christianburg was further up pass the store. I hope this description can jug your memory. And by the way did you ever receive word on Sabra Singh of Silver Spring Wismar?
Comment by Mohini Singh — April 2, 2012 @ 2:22 pm |
Hi Mohini,
I never saw or heard form Sabra since that special time. The Singh family visited our home and spent a few hours with us in the mid- 70s. Her dear brother and I spent a tearful but happy reunion together. I have a very special place in my heart for this wonderful family.
The church you are referring to is the Wismar- Saint Aidan Anglican Church. It located right next to the police station. The church was rebuilt in the early 70’s. The school is still there.
The R.H Carr Terminus is in ruins for many years. This was also the terminus for the long defunct Wismar to Rockstone rails. See the article that I posted on the Demerara-Essiquibo Railway {DER}, it is also full of historical pictures.
I know it has been a life time since you were there and the memories are permanently fixed in your mind from a childhood. The area is actually a lot smaller. Two to three miles downriver would almost get you to Amelias Ward {by the river} There is a 1968 Amelias Ward housing scheme next to the Highway that most people would now identify it.
Dmitri
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — April 3, 2012 @ 12:57 am |
HAPPY EASTER!
EASTER is the most important and oldest festival of the Christian Church in Guyana then and now, it celebrates the resurrection of Jesus Christ and held between March 21 and April 25, on the first Sunday after the first full moon following the northern spring equinox.
I am the resurrection and the life.
He who believes in me,
Though he may die, he shall live.
And whoever lives and believes in me
Shall never die”
John 11:25-26
The meaning of Easter is Jesus Christ’s victory over death. His resurrection symbolizes the eternal life that is granted to all who believe in Him. The meaning of Easter also symbolizes the complete verification of all that Jesus preached and taught during His three-year ministry. If He had not risen from the dead, if He had merely died and not been resurrected, He would have been considered just another teacher or Rabbi. However, His resurrection changed all that and gave final and irrefutable proof that He was really the Son of God and that He had conquered death once and for all
Origins of the name “Easter”
The name “Easter” originated with the names of an ancient Goddess and God. The Venerable Bede, (672-735 CE) a Christian scholar, first asserted in his book De Ratione Temporum that Easter was named after Eostre (a.k.a. Eastre). She was the Great Mother Goddess of the Saxon people in Northern Europe. Similarly, the “Teutonic dawn goddess of fertility [was] known variously as Ostare, Ostara, Ostern, Eostra, Eostre, Eostur, Eastra, Eastur, Austron and Ausos.”. Her name was derived from the ancient word for spring: “eastre.” Similar Goddesses were known by other names in ancient cultures around the Mediterranean, and were celebrated in the springtime. Some were:
Aphrodite, named Cytherea (Lady of Cythera) and Cypris (Lady of Cyprus) after the two places which claimed her birth; 8
Ashtoreth from ancient Israel;
Astarte from ancient Greece;
Demeter from Mycenae;
Hathor from ancient Egypt;
Ishtar from Assyria;
Kali, from India; and
Ostara a Norse Goddess of fertility.
An alternative explanation has been suggested. The name given by the Frankish church to Jesus’ resurrection festival included the Latin word “alba” which means “white.” (This was a reference to the white robes that were worn during the festival.) “Alba” also has a second meaning: “sunrise.” When the name of the festival was translated into German, the “sunrise” meaning was selected in error. This became “ostern” in German. Ostern has been proposed as the origin of the word “Easter”.
On Good Friday, in Guyana, all businesses are closed. There are many Church services and the mood is quite somber. Hot cross buns are served and are a major part of this tradition. Church services are held throughout the country on Easter Sunday. Kite flying continues later in the day.
On Easter Monday, the entire nation seems to participate in a grand all day picnics which include the grand finale of kite flying that celebrate the resurrection of Jesus Christ. Thousands of kites ascend the sky in a spectacular display of color and creativity. Most of the generations of my childhood made their own kites. Store bought kites were rare. It was very important to have a great looking kite that can fly the highest and sing the loudest. These attractive master pieces were proudly displayed by all kite makers as they competed to make the best kite
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — April 5, 2012 @ 1:05 pm |
What memories of joy and anticipation. Easter the best time of the year in Guyana, beautiful breezes, blue skies, bouganvilla and poui in bloom. Flying kites with my father, sunburnt faces, delicious sponge cakes, fresh juices, my favourite was five finger, cheese sandwiches wrapped in linen towels to keep them moist, home made patties, memories, memories of a childhood filled with wonder and love. I still see in my mind;s eye the wonderful images of a sky dotted with the beautiful colourful kites in the Guyana of my childhood. Unique experience that was.
Comment by Barbara malins-Smith — April 5, 2012 @ 4:12 pm |
So true and such great memories Barbara, my brother Andrei Allicock still continues this tradition here in the United States. He won the Los Angeles Guyanese Kite Flying Competition for three consecutive years. I now fly the store bought kite due mainly to it durability.
Easter is still very big in Guyana and the Bartica Regatta is a feature event.
Bartica is said to have been developed from an Anglican missionary settlement established in 1842. The name ‘Bartica’ is believed to have come from an Amerindian word meaning ‘red earth’, abundant in the area. Called the “Gateway to the Interior”, the town of about 15,000 people is the launching point for people who work in the rainforests of Guyana, mining gold and diamonds.
During the Easter weekend every year, Bartica hosts the Bartica Regatta, a growing variety of entertaining holiday activities, including water sports featuring mostly speedboats, cricket, boxing, soccer, talent shows, a street parade, and a Miss Bartica Regatta pageant.
In the spirit of Easter, here is a great tribute to Jesus:
The Resume of Jesus Christ
Address: Ephesians 1:20
Phone: Romans 10:13
Website: The Bible. Keywords: Christ, Lord, Savior and Jesus
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Objective
My name is Jesus -The Christ. Many call me Lord! I’ve sent you my resume because I’m seeking the top management position in your heart. Please consider my accomplishments as set forth in my resume.
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Qualifications
I founded the earth and established the heavens, (See Proverbs 3:19)
I formed man from the dust of the ground, (See Genesis 2:7)
I breathed into man the breath of life, (See Genesis 2:7)
I redeemed man from the curse of the law, (See Galatians 3:13)
The blessings of the Abrahamic Covenant comes upon your life through me, (See Galatians 3:14)
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Occupational Background
I’ve only had one employer, (See Luke 2:49 ).
I’ve never been tardy, absent, disobedient, slothful or disrespectful.
My employer has nothing but rave reviews for me, (See Matthew 3:15 -17)
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Skills Work Experiences
Some of my skills and work experiences include: empowering the poor to be poor no more, healing the brokenhearted, setting the captives free, healing the sick, restoring sight to the blind and setting at liberty them that are bruised, (See Luke 4:18).
I am a Wonderful Counselor, (See Isaiah 9:6). People who listen to me shall dwell safely and shall not fear evil, (See Proverbs 1:33 ).
Most importantly, I have the authority, ability and power to cleanse you of your sins, (See I John 1:7-9)
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Educational Background
I encompass the entire breadth and length of knowledge, wisdom and understanding, (See Proverbs 2:6).
In me are hid all of the treasures of wisdom and knowledge, (See Colossians 2:3).
My Word is so powerful; it has been described as being a lamp unto your feet and a light unto your path, (See Psalms 119:105).
I can even tell you all of the secrets of your heart, (See Psalms 44:21).
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Major Accomplishments
I was an active participant in the greatest Summit Meeting of all times, (See Genesis 1:26 ).
I laid down my life so that you may live, (See II Corinthians 5:15 ).
I defeated the arch enemy of God and mankind and made a show of them openly, (See Colossians 2:15 ).
I’ve miraculously fed the poor, healed the sick and raised the dead!
There are many more major accomplishments, too many to mention here. You can read them on my website, which is located at: www dot – the BIBLE. You don’t need an Internet connection or computer to access my website.
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References
Believers and followers worldwide will testify to my divine healing, salvation, deliverance, miracles, restoration and supernatural guidance.
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In Summation
Now that you’ve read my resume, I’m confident that I’m the only candidate uniquely qualified to fill this vital position in your heart. In summation, I will properly direct your paths, (See Proverbs 3:5-6), and lead you into everlasting life, (See John 6:47 ). When can I start? Time is of the essence, (See Hebrews 3:15 ).
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — April 5, 2012 @ 4:38 pm |
Hello Peter,
It’s great to read so much about our homeland, Guyana through the memories of all these people. As for my part, my family came to Canada in Sept 1966 and have missed home and family ever since. I was sad when I read that the Resthouse in McKenzie had burnt down, because I spent some time there with my family. Pheobe Alstrom, who was the caretaker and lived there, was my grandmother. I also knew her assistant Cousin Tina, and I know I’lm related to the Allicock’s . I was a teenager when we left so many names are difficult remembering but the faces remain, the laughter at folk tales, fishing and swimming in the river watching the R.H.Carr go by.
Comment by Johnetta Clarke — April 6, 2012 @ 2:53 pm |
Hi Johnetta,
Happy Easter to you,
I am Dmitri Allicock and was intrigued that you said you are related to the Allicocks. We are planning another Family Reunion next year, which will be held in South Carolina and will like to get to know you.
I have an extensive Allicock’s Family Tree which dated back to the mid 1700s and was looking over it to trace your family. I have a least three Alstrom women documented marrying into the Allicocks. Margaret Alstrom to Lawman Allicock, Christina Alstrom to Hubert Allicock and Emily Alstrom to Jack- Albert Allicock and there might be more. I was trying to trace your line via your grandmother Phoebe Alstrom, who my parents knew well.
The tragic fire of April 12, 2011 destroyed the Rest House and what became the Christianburg Courthouse. This was once the home of my four times removed great grandfather John Dagleish Paterson’s home. The oldest building in Upper Demerara and arguably in entire Guyana, completely gone as living history disappeared forever.
We have a family web site called the Robert Frederick Allicock Heritage site. Please feel free to visit at anytime. I have posted lots of pictures and information that you might be interested in.
Best regards,
Dmitri Allicock.
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — April 6, 2012 @ 4:18 pm |
Happy Easter to all and happy kite-flying. I am just getting ready to go to a Good Friday service and thought I would tell you about kite-flying off a windjammer barefoot cruise somewhere
in the Virgin Islands a number of years ago. Most of the crew was from Guyana and they provided us with excellent menus and service. Just as we were going ashore (I seem to recall
it was around Christmas) I saw one of the crew trying desperately to fly his homemade (or rather shipmade) kite. The captain kept telling him that the tail was too long, that it would never get up and the
seaman kept insisting it would. And it did. We got back from being ashore, and there was the seaman happily flying his kite long tail and all high up in the sky. He looked so happy.
Never tell a Guyanese how to fly a kite or he might just tell you where to go. I had a store-bought one and boy did it fly. We live on the shore of Lake Erie and when the wind is up it’s kite-flying heaven.
I got it so that if anyone ever told me to “go fly a kite” I had one to fly! Gave it away eventually. Must get another or make one from scratch.
Take care.
Comment by Pat Hunte-Cusack — April 6, 2012 @ 6:35 pm |
Hello DMitri, I believe that the cousins I am still close to are the children of Emily and Albert(nickname Bucky) Alicock. Emily and Pheobe were sisters I think. In the article by Peter, he mentions a teacher named Iris. She is one of their children along with Daphne, and Beulah and a lot of brothers , one who was burnt with peppersauce as a child and he was called Pepper from then. Pheobe had a son Harold who was my father but he took his father’s name of Clarke. Since neither of them spoke much about their family, I am in the dark about the Alstroms and the Clarkes. I believe that there’s a place called Alstrom Alley in Christianburg probably connected to Pheobe somehow. Thank you for your info and I will let my cousins here know about the website.
Comment by Johnetta Clarke — April 6, 2012 @ 8:39 pm |
Hi Cousin Johnetta,
I am delighted to meet you and extend my heart in friendship and family to you.
I know Jack- Albert Allicock and Emily Alstrom line very well. So your Grandmother Phoebe was Emily’s sister.
Here is a little information on Jack-Albert Allicock
He descended from “Joseph Allicock”, the last child of Robert Frederick Allicock and Ann Mansfield.
Robert Frederick Allicock did have a two year old daughter name Nancy Allicock by Hannah Simon at the time of his death, in 1822.
Joseph Allicock was the most prolific of the nine children and had many children. His relationships/ marriages included Francis Pollard, before Julia Mansfield and later Mary- Elizabeth Spencer, in the 1850s and early 60s.
Here is Jack Albert Allicock linage.
Joseph Allicock/Julia Mansfield-Children: Joseph, George, “Thomas-Bradford”, Robert, Margaret-had no children, Mary and Richard.
Thomas-Bradford Allicock/Ellen Croft-Children: Henrietta and Amelia {both had no children}, Ursula, Amanda, Morgan, and Ernest, “Jack-Albert.”
Jack-Albert Allicock/Emily Alstrom-Children: Kenneth, Lucille, Linburg, Ivan {Schilling}, Beulah, Compton, Gilbert, Iris, Olga, Wilfred, and Morgan.
{Henrietta, Ernest, and Amelia Allicock of this family had no children}.
I also descend from Joseph Allicock and also his other siblings John and Nancy Allicock in a very complicated and tangled web of relationships.
Alstrom and D’Anjou alley I remember.
Please let your cousins know of the planned family reunion and to contact me from the family site.
Best regards, Dmitri Allicock.
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — April 6, 2012 @ 9:33 pm |
Truly fascinating and a must see for all Guyanese. Please click on the following link.
http://guyaneseonline.wordpress.com/2012/04/11/royal-tour-1958-princess-margaret-in-british-guiana-2-videos/
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — April 12, 2012 @ 4:34 pm |
“THE GOLDEN AGE OF GEORGETOWN CHARACTERS: 1930-1960″
By Bernard Heydorn
The Caribbean is known not only for its sunny climate, but also its street people: Colourful characters who paraded daily through town and country, providing spontaneous street theatre.
Whether driven to the streets by mental, emotional or social derailment, or “dropping out and turning on” by free choice, they remain indelible in memory, symbolic of the life and times. Like the politicians of the day, street characters had the ability to attract attention.
In Georgetown, Guyana, names like Bertie Vaughn, Law And Order, Cato, Pussy In The Moonlight, Pele, Mad John, Saul, Walker The British, Cow Manure, Oscar The Paper Man, Tunus, Daddy Ben, Mary Bruk Iron, Bicycle Jack, and others, were standouts during that golden age of theatre of the absurd (1930 – -1960), providing year round side shows, a character for every reason and season.
It is interesting to note that many of these characters found a place to rest at night, be it the Palms, Dharm Shala, a Mental Home, a back room, or underneath a shop bridge. However, back then, as now, their illnesses, be they mental or physical, their idiosyncrasies and eccentricities, were crying out for healing hands.
Mad John was a man who walked up and down Regent Street in Georgetown, beating up on himself, complaining, “a woman tek all meh money!” Mad John seemed to possess a split personality which I shall call “He” and “Himself” for clarity sake.
Now, “He” and “Himself” were always fighting each other but never producing a clear winner. One day “He” would be on top and “Himself” would retreat from the blows; and on another day, the tide would turn and “Himself” would be top dog.
The state of affairs continued for a while until one morning, “Himself” caught “He” half-asleep on Camp Street by the Blue Light Store, and like a dog chasing its own tail, gave chase and delivered a solid knockout punch! From that day on, people said that Mad John never slept properly, being constantly on guard against another sneak attack by the other side of himself.
Christmas in Georgetown was noted as much for ‘Cow Manure’ as for its ginger beer. ‘Cow Manure’ was an East Indian man who sold cow manure as a fertiliser, from a basket on his head, and who was perpetually drunk. He belted out his favourite Christmas Carol, “While shepherds wash their flocks and socks at night, all seated on the ground” to all and sundry, slurring the words and composing his own, as he walked the streets.
Another well known character was ‘Saul’. A man for all seasons, he dressed for every occasion, depicting the daily news. His outfits and placards gave a running commentary to the events of the day, for if a condemned murderer was being hung at the jail on Camp Street, Saul was the first to show and tell. Saul was also the first to coin the saying, “Why get sober if you have to get drunk all over again?” During a cricket test match, Saul ran around the ground at Bourda, dressed as a cricketer with paper gloves and cardboard pads, bringing the game to a halt and getting more attention than the Governor!
Another Bourda character was ‘Daddy Ben’, who the M.C.C. press called ‘Daddy Bell’. ‘Daddy Ben’ had a permanent bird ticket up a tall tree at Bourda, on the eastern side of the ground by the Georgetown Football Club during a Test Match. From that vantage point, whenever he got bored or he wanted a wicket to fall, he would ring a big bell loudly, and sure enough, wickets would start to tumble, to the amusement of the crowd and the amazement of the players.
Oscar’, the blind paper man, walked up and down the streets of Georgetown before dawn and cock crow, shouting the headlines and selling newspapers, “Argasy! Agasy!” Although he was blind, he know his coins well and anyone who tried to cheat him would be cussed out.
Horse racing at Durban Park would not be complete without the appearance of ‘Pele’, an East Indian man who walked around, dressed up in a suit, smoking two cigarettes at the same time! He gave a running commentary on the races and every other subject imaginable. He was also a passionate suitor, for if he liked a young lady, he would find out where she lived and go and sing loudly outside her bedroom window, from midnight to dawn!
‘Pussy In The Moonlight’, alias ‘Pussy Foot’, was a bearded Portuguese man who wore a jacket and plaid shorts. He sold sweepstake tickets in between drinks, and was reputed to live in Albouystown with many children, some of whom walked around with him. School children were sometimes cruel to Pussy Foot, taunting him with a verse, “Pussy in the moonlight, pussy in the dew, pussy never come home till half past four”.
Another Portuguese character was ‘Tunus’, a strong, hard-drinking man whose favourite haunt was the Red Coconut Tree rum shop at Cummings and Second Street. Tunus apparently went to jail for stabbing a policeman, but he was better known for playing a mouth organ with one hand and doing the unmentionable with the other!.
An icon among Guyanese characters would be Bertie Vaughn, a black man. Bertie apparently came from a “good” family, and was himself once a school teacher, and it is said, a candidate for the Guiana Scholarship before “too much studiation sent him off his pins”. From then on, his station in life was to sit on a parapet by the main Post Office, shaving his head and other parts of his anatomy clean, clean, with a broken “grass bottle” in a fashion that would make Gillette both envious and anxious about the competition.
In between picking a sore in his scalp and begging, he also drank iodine, miraculously without poisoning himself, having built up a tolerance over the years. If he begged for a six cents piece and you gave him a bit (an eight cents piece), he would return it saying, “ah want six cents”. At one time he had a Raleigh bicycle, replacing the bell with a horn, saying “school children gun listen to the horn”. Later for no apparent reason, he ran his Raleigh bicycle into the Demerara River.
‘Walker The British’ was a mixed-race (Mulatto) man, who sold sweepstake tickets around Water Street, armed with two bricks. Apparently, he came from an educated family, and then, like Bertie Vaughn, “went ’round duh bend”. He was an ardent supporter of British superiority, shouting “British yuh fool! Highest hair and colour!” People taunted him, calling him “Walker the nigger” and so he retaliated with his two bricks, sometimes drawing blood from his tormentors. He slept at the Palms, letting himself out daily on his rounds.
Another Post office character was ‘Telegraph George’, who used to work at the Post Office as a telegraph messenger before he “went off”. He could then be found, making signs with his fingers, looking at the heavens saying “ah gun talk to God”.
One character I had some fear of as a schoolboy was ‘Cato’, a somewhat deranged black man who wore short pants and rags and often exposed himself to bystanders for money, saying, “Ah want a penny tuh buy a panty fuh me sister”. ‘Cato’ also had a weakness for rubber, devouring pencil erasers and chewing on the rubber seals of bottles. Once on an indecency exposure charge in court, he saw Forbes Burnham and shouted “Uncle Forbes, get up an’ talk fuh me maan. Yuh gun leh dis coolie magistrate do dis tuh meh?” Apparently, this was one of the rare occasions when Burnham was at a loss for words.
And who can ever forget ‘Law And Order’ who staged an execution in his push cart everyday, every hour on the hour. During the executions of his rag doll, he gave an address on the evils of crime and the benefits of the British Empire, of laws and order. He was always sole judge, jury and executioner. Curious crowds always gathered around ‘Law And Order’ at Bourda Market and the Public Buildings where he was a regular show stopper. ‘Law And Order’ and his push cart also marched proudly in the Armistice Day parade on November 11, each year, getting loud applause and holding his own with the veterans of many campaigns.
One of my favourite characters was ‘Bicycle Jack’ a museum on wheels. ‘Bicycle Jack’ rode a bicycle all day long in the Georgetown sun, with every object imaginable attached to the bike – clips, wires, bells, horns, lights, decorations, flags, the most prominent being the Union Jack, homemade toys, and spinning windmills, to name a few. The wheels were also gaily decorated, all in all, a sight to behold. His only problem was when rain fell, when he had to peddle fast to find shelter.
There were other characters too, like ‘Bubble Up’, the white woman with ‘big foot’, who cursed like hell; and ‘Mary Bruck Iron’, a prostitute, who had established a reputation for ‘brucking iron’ in Tiger Bay.
Be it ‘Monkey’, ‘Sharkey’, ‘Live Wire’, ‘Dribbly Joe’ or the legendary ‘bag men’ used by parents to develop fear in children, street characters were always around. Some times in retrospect, I wonder if the colonial powers allowed these characters to roam free in order to provide distraction for the local people, while they exploited the country.
There were a few other names also, “Spungdown.” A short stocky and elderly black man worked with a Lykin Funeral Home. He bathed the dead and informed families when their loved ones died, particularly from the Public Hospital. It was known that he carried a dead man on his cycle from Vreeden Hoop to Georgetown. He made it appeared as if the man was drunk, slapping the man several times and talking to him on the way to G/T.
The other was “Bastiannie.” A short Indian man worked with Bastinannie Funeral Home in Albertown. He also bathe the dead and slept in coffins at the parlor. It was said the people would be scared to death, when they went to the Parlor to make funeral arrangements, he would be seen coming out of a coffin as if he was dead.
“Bertie Sammon.” A short and stocky strong handy man from the Village. A bit retarded, but he had his own kind of sense. He ran errands for people in the neighborhood, and lived around John and Durban Street Lodge. He had an infectious laugh, which you can hear him blocks away, when the night is still, even as you stood in Hadfield Street. After the end of each race day at Durban Park, he would go into the Stands to search every draw to for money hopefully left by ticket sellers or anyone dropping a shilling. He had a big appetite. He would eat 12 tennis rolls, many large cups of mauby or swank and anything in sight. He loved going to Indian weddings in the Village, where he would eat several plates of food (rice and doll). and wash down with more food, when he is in the mood. He was the Gallon of the area.
The next person was Jamesie Moore. A onetime Amateur Boxer. He become mentally disturbed, due to some woman. He ran around the D’urban Park, each day Shadow Boxing, always training for a fight that never came off. He liked drawing a horse on a piece of paper that he said must be printed into his own currency. He brought the paper to the Argosy News Paper Company in Belair Park each day to be printed. He ran errands, and also lived near John and Durban Streets in Lodge. He sang to the top of his voice, when he sat on St Sidwells school steps. I believed he was a member of the Choir, years before he became ill. It is sad that some of our best brains ended up that way.
Mental Health is big social problem which needs to be addressed. We took the problem as entertainment and an individual problem.
IN RESPONSE TO SUCH A MEMORY TEASER BY BERNARD- I will add;
HERBIE, for most Upper Demerara residents was and “is still” a living legend that rivals “LAW AND ORDER” the former king of Guyana’s street people who was known throughout Guyana.
There were other vagrants like TIGER, which was both father and his daughter, ITUNI DOG, NUMBER FOUR and a few more that provided public theater, free of charge in the days of no television.
ITUNI DOG was a quick temper psychotic and the most dangerous of all the characters. When teased, he would violently explode, cursing and chasing the thrill seeking children with his cutlass like a maniac on the loose. Ituni Dog was rumored to live at Ituni and had killed a dog in earlier days, hence his name.
Ituni dog was solitude but functional like most of the area’s entertainers, he was frequently seen weeding trenches or cleaning up yards in the neighborhood. Ituni dog was unkempt and always had on his trademark long black rubber boots, which, thank goodness, impeded his ability to catch any children. His ominous cutlass was wrapped in newspaper and carried in a dirty canvas bag slung over his shoulders.
TIGER, the father, became a spectacle mainly when he was drunk, which was usually the case. Shiny, flush face and red lips, this small stature man was frequently involved in many altercations, resulting in a distant second place for him.
He was famous for biting like a tiger when fighting. In 1968, he was admitted to the Mackenzie Hospital ward, where I was a young patient. He was badly beaten and bleeding from head and facial wounds; the nurses had to restrain him as he attacked, kicked his caregivers and violated the hospital sign “QUIET” with a crescendo of screams and foul language.
The nappy head, very untidy and delusional daughter called TIGER also, roamed primarily Wismar streets stopping at intervals to curse real or imaginaries teaser. When crossing the river in the ferry boat, Tiger had most of the boat to herself as passengers avoid her pungent ammonia fragrant and wrath.
NUMBER FOUR was a well dressed pleasant alcoholic in a white or blue shirt jack, white floppy hat and 6 or more colorful flags. He sang, danced and had used his flags at rhythmic intervals for liquor. His audience all waited for his climax song which was” number four!” That began with Aunty Mary at the market square- shaking her bam-bam.
LAW AND ORDER, the very proud World War Two veteran was well described in the article. It was very customary to see this old man who sewed his suit together by hand with needle and thread, dragging his monstrous silver contraption masterpiece on Arvida road at Mackenzie tying up traffic. Law and order held legitimate puppet shows for the Mackenzie Primary School in the mid sixties. He did part time preaching as well and would be seen shouting at women church goers on Sunday, every choice word in the forbidden book and demanded their repentance.
HERBIE the living legend has been roaming the rum shops and streets of Linden as long as I can remember.
His favorite spirits is a red wine called Pac-Pac. Usually drunk he would indulged in his second past time chasing young girls around the school yard and elsewhere. I remember headmaster James of the Mackenzie Primary School, beating Herbie with his cane after he was “interfering” with the young school girls. Herbie would run out of the school yard and end of story. We call that behavior something else in other parts of the world.
Herbie was quite functional when he wasn’t drunk. He made all sorts of wooden furniture and carvings. He would brave the swamps and poisonous reptiles to obtain the right piece to do his masterpiece work which he would later peddle for money to quench his thirst. That was the cycle.
We would later see Herbie sleeping alongside the gutter or under the steamer stelling. We would watch Herbie asleep on the beach as the tide slowly rose. He would then roll up just enough to avoid being submerged. It was also a belief that Herbie “ate someone’s cat” once that further esteemed him.
In 2010, the shocking site of Herbie still alive after all these years made me greet and hug him. He is almost totally blind and must be in his nineties by now. Cured by alcohol and baked by the sun, emaciated Herbie looked like the end is close but I wouldn’t bet on it.
He told me that my father had died and was quite up to date with the happenings. He still has an American accent despite never leaving Guyana. I ran in to him at what was the former Town square and gave him a nice sum of money per his request but was embarrassed as he shouted praise of thanks long after I said goodbye to him.
The mentally ill or otherwise emotionally troubled individuals’ real world was unforgiving. A lunatic asylum or lock up was about the only help provided when things got out of hand. Guyana’s favorite pastime of alcohol didn’t help much but most characters of yesterdays and today’s street would disagree.
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — April 12, 2012 @ 4:42 pm |
My goodness! a walk down memory lane indeed. I had long forgotten these suffering, dispossesed souls. Dimitri in a manner of speaking , this is a tribute to these colourful and unforgettable Guyanese . Brilliant. Perhaps many suffered from “Kanjeamo’. Michael Wishart, the grandson of Sir Eustace Woolford coined this word for all brokenhearted lovers. The mad house was located at Kanje, amo, the latin word for love. Kanjeamo,,,,,yuh love till yuh mad.
Comment by Barbara malins-Smith — April 12, 2012 @ 5:49 pm |
True Barbara, a tribute to Guyana’s version of “one flew over the cuckoo’s nest” brings pleasant memories but also mixed feelings of sadness.
The madhouse was constructed way back in the 1800s and in my time, it was the police who did the task of removing the dispossessed when things got really out of hand.
The nature of the street characters is now much different. Unlike the past, very few work or do anything constructive now. In 2010, I was returning to Linden after 18 years. It was after 2am and we almost ran over a sleeping vagrant in the middle of the Linden/ Soesdyke Highway near Kara- Kara Bridge. I thought it was a deer or stray dog until we got up close.
I was shocked at the vast amount of street people all over Mackenzie and Georgetown.
There was one indigent who set up house right in front of the US Embassy. He had a piece of plastic for clothes which only partially hid his nakedness and a part he used for a tiny shack. He was busy cooking in an empty can on the lawn, outside the compound.
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — April 12, 2012 @ 7:44 pm |
D’mitri, this was hilarious, I laughed so much almost wet my pants. Plaisance Village had quite a few of them as well. A trip down memory lane.
Comment by Mohini Singh — April 12, 2012 @ 10:18 pm |
I’m sorry, I don’t find these blogs funny at all, but very sad – a black mark on society there.
Comment by Pat Hunte-Cusack — April 13, 2012 @ 5:05 pm |
Hi Mohini
Observe how uniquely different in behavior and personality they all were. They mostly had names associated with a prior outstanding deed. I am curious about how “Pussy in the Moon light” got his name…wait, I think I got it now.
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — April 13, 2012 @ 12:44 am |
Does anyone know what the Colonial Company located on Water Street in Georgetown was? I think my Great Uncle Reginald H. Ralphs worked there as a clerk in 1904. Thanks Wendy
Comment by Wendy Quinn — April 15, 2012 @ 6:46 pm |
Wendy,
In the 1904 Directory of BG, R H Ralph is listed as a clerk at Simpsons & Allan, Water Street.
Bernard
Comment by Bernard Abraham — April 16, 2012 @ 1:52 pm |
Yes that is where I saw it listed as well thank you. Do you perhaps know what the Colonial Company was? Thanks Wendy
Comment by Wendy Quinn — April 22, 2012 @ 3:47 pm |
The 200th anniversary of Georgetown’s name change should be marked by courses of action to arrest the city’s decline, restore civic pride and instill standards
By STABROEK STAFF | 0 COMMENTS | LETTERS | TUESDAY, APRIL 17, 2012
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Dear Editor,
Mr. Dmitri Allicock, to his great credit, has circulated an e-mail which draws public attention to the fact that within two weeks the City of Georgetown should be observing the 200th anniversary of its name change. An edited version of his e-mail follows for the information of the public and I have added my own observations and recommendations after Dmitri’s contribution:
“Georgetown – Celebrating 200 years on 29 April 2012…
“The capital city of Georgetown will celebrate two hundred years [under its current name], later this year. The city of Stabroek was renamed Georgetown on 29 April 1812 in honor of England’s King George III. On 5 May 1812, an Ordinance was passed to the effect that the town formerly called Stabroek, with districts extending from La Penitence to the bridges in Kingston and entering upon the road to the military camps, shall be called Georgetown.
“The city of Georgetown began as a small town in the 18th century. Originally, the capital of the Demerara-Essequibo colony was located on Borselen Island in the Demerara River under the administration of the Dutch. When the colony was captured by the British in 1781, Lieutenant-Colonel Robert Kingston chose the mouth of the Demerara River for the establishment of a town which was situated between Plantations Werk-en-Rust and Vlissingen.
“It was the French who developed this town and made it their capital city when they captured the colony in 1782. The French called the capital La Nouvelle Ville. When the town was restored to the Dutch in 1784, it was renamed Stabroek after Nicolaas Geelvinck, Lord of Stabroek, and President of the Dutch West India Company. Eventually the town expanded and covered the estates of Vlissingen, La Bourgade and Eve Leary to the North, and Werk-en-Rust and Le Repentir…
“Georgetown was once called the Garden City because of the many trees that grace its avenues. The city’s avenues were created when some of its historical canals were filled in. These unique avenues along urban streets are lined with flowering tropical trees, which shed their colorful blossoms at various times of the year on the pedestrian pathways that run between them.
Georgetown, despite the modern developing skyline, is still a city of wooden structures, including most of its houses and public buildings. It most famous landmark is the St. George’s Anglican Cathedral, the tallest wooden structure in the world In the 1890s,
“Henry Kirke author of Twenty five years in British Guiana said:
‘Georgetown, called the Venice of the West Indies is a strange place, and one calculated to excite the interest and admiration of everyone. Beneath the level of the sea at springtides, the city is defended from the waves of the Atlantic by a granite breakwater two miles long, stretching from Fort William Frederick at the mouth of the river Demerara to Plantation Kitty on the East Coast; great granite groynes run out from it to the sea every sixty yards or so, to break the force of the waves; whilst the wall, which is twenty five feet wide at the top, is utilized as a promenade and health resort in the afternoon and evenings. This sea wall was commenced in 1858, and was not completed until 1892. It was built principally by convict labor, and all the granite was brought from the penal settlement on the Massaruni River…
‘The streets in Georgetown are all rectangular: the city is intersected in all directions by open canals and drains, which are crossed by innumerable bridges. These, at the time I first went out to the colony, were made of wood, which have since been replaced by handsome structures built of iron and cement. Main Street is certainly one of the prettiest streets I ever saw. About forty yards wide, it is divided up the middle by a wide canal full of the Victoria Regia Lily, the canal and the roads on each side, being shaded by an avenue of saman trees. Handsome houses, painted white, or some bright color, are built on each side of the street, nearly all of which are surrounded by gardens, full of crotons, palms, poinsettias, bougainvilleas, and all sorts of bright-hued plants and flowers; on some of the trees can be seen clusters of cattleyas with their mauve and rose colored flowers, from another an oncidium throws out its racemes of odorous petals, four to five feet in length.‘
“Two centuries of rich intangible cultural heritage for all Guyana is embodied by Georgetown’s history. Let this historical anniversary be remembered as a time for renewal of entrusted and sacred heritage, which must be proudly passed on to the future generations Understanding and respecting the past are the keys to the future…
“Respectfully yours
Dmitri Allicock”
From my perspective, having reminisced on this important and nostalgic aspect of the evolution of Georgetown, the reality, as we approach its 200th anniversary of its name change, does not conjure up a visual image of the City of Georgetown that will instill a sense of pride.
Rather than dwell on who’s to blame for the state of affairs, I respectfully recommend reasonable and achievable courses of action by public, private and community organizations, institutions and agencies, that will arrest the decline and restore some sense of civic pride in what it is to be Guyanese; that advocate the standards of accountability to which we shall hold public officials in the discharge of their functions on behalf of the welfare and well being of citizens of Georgetown; and, that instill in our ownselves a sense of civic responsibility and the standards that we shall uphold and bequeath to our young people and future generations.
These are my recommendations:
1. A concerted effort by ministries of the government, political parties represented in Parliament, commercial businesses located in GT – including merchants, vendors, hoteliers, restarauteurs, night club operators, minibus operators and taxi services, to clean up and maintain the cleanliness and appearance of the main streets and pavements/avenues/alleyways in the vicinity of their locations. Such an initiative should originate from a joint appeal and implementation coordination by the Ministry of Local Government, the Mayor and City Council, and the Private Sector Commission with its key affiliate, the Georgetown Chamber of Commerce and Industry.
2. Residents within the wards of the city must be encouraged to clean up their yards and parapets within a given timeline and then to maintain same. This initiative should be based on a public appeal by the City Council with detailed work being facilitated in each ward of the city by citizens groups, service organizations, schools and colleges, religious, sports and cultural organizations, and young leadership cadres such as the Scouts, Guides and the President‘s Youth Award, Republic of Guyana gold, silver and bronze awardees, who are resident within each ward. Such an initiative does not have to await central direction but there should be coordination of the logistics of garbage removal with the City Council. Ongoing collection sites for residents, whose garbage may not be cleared daily, need to be identified and signed. Garbage dumped other than at authorized places should be traced back to the source and condign action taken to expose perpetrators and impose penalties for such uncivil behavior.
3. The City Council’s focus must be on the gaps, empty lots, alleyways and canals as well as removal of garbage from the city to the Haag’s Bosch Site on the East Bank Demerara and authorized land fill sites. The logistics for such collection and removal, will be initially a daunting task but it is a task for which the City Council should seek the advice and assistance of the Guyana Police Force and Guyana Defense Force Engineer Corps.
4. Realistic fines for littering and penalties for poor maintenance of public places and private premises must be enforced by the City Council, assisted by the law enforcement agencies and neighborhood policing groups.
5. A Commemorative Act to observe the 200th Naming Anniversary: The National Trust (under the Ministry of Culture, Youth and Sport), in collaboration with the Guyana Heritage Society, should erect an appropriate sign at the location of the Brandwagt, the first infrastructure In what is now Georgetown. The Brandwagt, or signal station, was a small wooden fort, manned by a sergeant and five soldiers armed with swivel guns loaded with either nails or stones, and it was intended as a post of observation for vessels coming into the river, to prevent smuggling and give warning of an enemy. The Brandwagt was reportedly erected on the location occupied by St Andrews Church, west of the Magistrate’s Court at the head of Brickdam (see James Rodway’s The Story of Georgetown (Reprint edition 1997)).
6. The 200th Naming Anniversary Project – The Restoration of City Hall: A public commitment should be made by civil society groups towards the setting up of a project implementation Steering Committee (as, for example, was done for the restoration of the St George’s Cathedral and the Theatre Guild Playhouse) for the Restoration of City Hall as a project of national importance. This once magnificent building, designed by architect Father Ignatius Scoles, was opened by Governor Gormanston on July 1, 1889. This restoration project should be be devoid of any acrimony, real or perceived, between the incumbent administration of the city and the government. City Hall is a National Monument and should be the symbol and flagship of the capital. Sadly, it is currently a national embarrassment of monumental proportions.
While these above recommendations are specifically designed to prod the national consciousness towards taking decisive action in anticipation of a milestone in the life of the capital city, there are other strategic and systemic issues for which sustained advocacy will be required. These include curtailing the importation and use of Styrofoam; promoting the use of biodegradable containers; and the collection, recycling or processing of plastic containers.
Maintenance of canals and alleyways in the city has to be complemented by efficient manning of kokers and sluices and the regular desilting of outfalls into the Demerara River.
I do hope my offering finds resonance with officials and citizens. The manifestation of this will be in individual action in households, cooperative action within communities, and in collaborative action among the official agencies and organisations in and around the city. Hopefully, this will generate a momentum outside of the boundaries of the city to the entire country.
Yours faithfully,
Joseph G Singh
Major General (retd)
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — April 17, 2012 @ 10:25 am |
Rainstorm- an Arawak story
A nostalgic story of childhood in Guyana, for rainy days
Outside the hut, the rain was beginning to fall. Inside, the old Arawak sat with his grandchildren.
“Ah! “Said the old man, Rainstorm is weeping.”
“Who is Rainstorm?” asked the boy. “Why is Rainstorm weeping?” asked the girls.
This is the story that the old man told…
Long, long ago, before men lived on the earth, there was a great land among the clouds called Skyland.
No one had ever seen the earth.
People lived in Skyland just as they live on the earth today. The men and boys hunted and fished. The women and girls cooked and washed.
After a great hunt, there would be a great feast.
Then the Great Hunter would sing:
Ya-ho! Ya-ho!
Ya-ho! Ho-ho!
And all the mothers of girls and boys would join and sing:
Ya-ho! Ho-ho!
One day, the Great Hunter was out hunting when he saw the biggest bird he had ever seen.
It was sitting on the edge of a cloud talking to the sun.
The Great Hunter crept close to listen.
“Good morning, Brother Sun,” said the bird. “Is all well with you?”
“Yes,” said the sun, “but all is not well with you! I see the Great Hunter hiding near you!”
Before the bird could escape, the Great Hunter fitted an arrow to his bow and shot the bird.
The Great Hunter saw where it fell and rushed to pick it up.
But when he reached the place, all he could see was a deep hole.
“Ah!” he said, “the bird has fallen down that deep hole.”
He knelt at the edge and looked down, but the hole was so deep and dark that he could see nothing.
Then he lowered himself over the side and climbed down. Down, down, down. It was deeper than he thought, but at last he saw some light below him.
As he went on the light grew larger and brighter, until at last he came to the end of the deep, deep hole and found himself in Earthland!
The Great Hunter looked round him in wonder. He walked through the long green grass. He splashed in the cool rivers. He hunted and he fished. Then he took as much food as he could, went back to the hole, and climbed up, up, till he came again to Skyland.
“Where have you been?” asked his wife. “Where did you find all that food?” asked his son. “Is there any more meat there?” asked his sister.
But the Hunter was too tired to talk. All he said was “Ah!” Then he got in his hammock and fell asleep.
Later, the Hunter woke up. He told the men and women in Skyland all about the big bird that he shot, about the deep dark blue hole, how he went down the hole, and how he came to Earthland.
Then he said “”When the moon is full, we will all go down the deep hole and we will hunt in Earthland.”
At last the time came when the moon was full. The men and boys took their bows and arrows, the women and girls took their baskets, and they all went to the deep hole.
It looked very dark and very deep, but they all said to the Great Hunter “We are brave. We will come with you.”
Then the Great Hunter laughed. He said: “Earthland is a good place. “In Earthland there are many turtles, O my sons! “In Earthland there is much corn, O my sisters! “In Earthland there are rabbits and coneys, O my brothers!”Then they all laughed and went down the deep hole.
Only the old women and the old men stayed behind.
How happy they were in Earthland!
The girls looked for guavas and plums. The boys splashed in the water and looked for turtles. The women looked for corn. The men hunted for Rabbits and coneys.
Only one woman was sad. Her name was Rainstorm. She sat on the grass and she kicked up the earth with her toes.
She said, “Earthland is dirty. I see the dust and I see mud. I will go back for my brooms and I will make Earthland clean.”
So Rainstorm ran back to the hole, and climbed back to Skyland to find her brooms.
She took some cloths to wipe away the dust from Earthland and some brooms to sweep away the mud. She had big cloths and little cloths, soft brooms and hard brooms.
Then she ran back to the hole.
Rainstorm began to go down the hole as fast as she could but she went too fast. One big broom stuck across the hole. Rainstorm tried to go past the big broom but she was too fat. So she got stuck too.
Try as she would, Rainstorm could not move.
She could not go up. She could not go down. She began to cry.
The old men and the old women in Skyland heard her and said: “that is Rainstorm. She has stuck in the hole. We must pull her up.” The men and women of Earthland heard her and said: “That is Rainstorm. She has stuck in the hole. We must pull her down.”
So the people in Skyland ran to the hole and tried to pull Rainstorm up. At the same time the people in Earthland ran to the hole and tried to pull her down.
They all pulled as hard as they could.
Rainstorm stuck harder than ever.
At last they had to leave her. And there she is still.
The people in Skyland cannot come down, and the people in Earthland cannot go back, because Rainstorm cannot go up, and she cannot come down, so she weeps.
“now you know who Rainstorm is and why she weeps”, said the old Arawak.”Thank you for the story”, said the children. “When Rainstorm stops weeping we will go out and play.”
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — April 20, 2012 @ 8:49 pm |
Enjoy
Age Activated Attention Disorder
I laughed at this until I realized that this is exactly what I do.
Now finally somebody has made a movie of it!
2 minutes and 56 seconds of video CLICK BELOW
http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=6oHBG3ABUJU&vq=medium
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — April 23, 2012 @ 11:45 pm |
Linden to celebrate Town Week
APRIL 28, 2012 | BY KNEWS | FILED UNDER NEWS
BY DMITRI ALLICOCK
Many overseas visitors and former residents gathered in Linden this week to celebrate Linden Town Week with festivity, reflection and edification.
The Linden Tourism Committee and people of Upper Demerara must be proud to see this brand new tradition and excellent idea which was started in 1996 take root and has grown to what it is today.
The Linden Town Week is held annually during the last week of April in Linden. Residents showcase their achievements, make known the Town’s history and give recognition to its famous and respected residents.
There are displays, exhibitions and competitions of various kinds like agricultural and local art and craft exhibitions and chainsaw competitions. The highlight of this festival is the crowning of the Linden Town Queen
The history town of Linden, which incorporated Mackenzie and two former village districts, Wismar and Christianburg, established in 1970 and named after the late Linden Forbes Sampson Burnham, President of Guyana, dates back to the 1700s.
The last 200 years of Upper Demerara and Linden’s history could be broken up into three aspects of significant influence on the lives of the people. The Paterson Sawmill and Red Camp housing area, the Sprostons Demerara to Essequibo Railway, and the Demerara Bauxite Company
The general area known as Mackenzie today is made up of a piece of prized land that is the largest area of natural open flat land along the entire 215-mile length of the Demerara River valley. This natural feature is created by the many creeks converging in this area.
The area called Linden is located 65 miles from the Atlantic coast of Guyana.
The historical record shows that Robert Frederick Allicock lived on the eastern shore of the Demerara River and owned Noitgedacht or plantation Retrieve an area of 4901 Rhynland acre or 8.040 square miles. John Allicock had owned Plantation Wismar {401 acres} after Anthony and John Somersall ; Harrower and Donvin owned Nerva Sawmill; Christian Fenette owned Christianburg prior to John Dagleish Paterson; Old England was owned by John Payne Blount before John Mansfield; Three Friends by Sir John Spencer; Blount and Brotherson had owned Arakwa. The Watooka Lands were the property of Cloot DeNieunkirk. Most of these plantations became Timber Estates.
The languages spoken during those times would have been Dutch, English, German, Akawaio and also Scottish Gaelic, spoken by the prominent Scottish Highlanders in the area.
It is important to note that much of the land along the banks of the Demerara River has seen a succession of planters and early settlers, of whose estates nothing remains today. Today the only remnant of the early settlers clearly visible is the remains of the 1824 Water Wheel of the Sawmill that John Dagleish Paterson owned.
The Paterson family plot lies in front of the fresh ruins of the fire that destroyed the former Paterson’s home and Court House in April 2011.
The Demerara Bauxite Company would soon be established with the 1912 land purchased by George Bain Mackenzie. The year 1917 saw the first mining of bauxite at Akyma and later the construction of the Bauxite plant and housing areas on the eastern shores of the river.
In 1916, The Demerara Bauxite Company was incorporated and registered in Georgetown, and started operations on the lands bought by Mackenzie. 1n 1917, bauxite mining started at Maria Elizabeth and nearby Akyma. Both areas are south of Mackenzie, about eight miles upriver from the town.
The area of Mackenzie was briefly called Mackenzie City but the ‘City’ was dropped later. The bauxite plant on the east bank of the Demerara River was soon built. The mining community would soon follow.
Thousands of homes were constructed by Demba to house its employees. The entire area of Mackenzie including Kara-Kara, Industrial area, Rainbow City, Constabulary compound, Mackenzie High School teachers living quarters at Retrieve and at Red Wood Crescent were built by Demba.
The exclusive areas of Watooka, Fairs Rust, Noitgedacht and the Richmond Hill area were also constructed to house their staff members. Thousands from the coastal areas of Guyana and the numerous Caribbean Island flocked to Linden with the promise of work, housing and a better life.
As the company expanded, housing then moved across the river to Silvertown, Wismar, Silver city, Christianburg, and the housing scheme areas on Wismar hill. Along with housing came all supportive building of municipality such as library, clinic, hospital, recreational hall, public pool, the Mackenzie sports club with tennis court and ground, all built for the comfort of their workers. The Watooka guest house, pool, tennis court, school, dairy and golf course served the staff of Demba.
Most of the streets of Mackenzie were named after the woods logged in the nearby forests such as Greenheart, Purpleheart, Crabwood, Mora, Bulletwood, Determa, Silverballi and others. Some areas like “Dakama” Circle and “Redwood” Crescent were named in a similar manner. Arvida road now Republic Avenue, was named after Alcan’s Alumina smelter located in Arvida, Quebec, Canada as bauxite dominated life in Upper Demerara and Linden
The Upper Demerara, Botaba Seventh Day Adventist Church of 1897 is the oldest Seventh Day Adventist Church in Guyana. Along with the 1898 Scots Presbyterian Church at Christianburg, it is the oldest surviving building in the area.
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — April 28, 2012 @ 1:05 pm |
Hello Dmitri – another history lesson I see. I have a few comments. While it is good that people get together to celebrate this and that, there are some who read these blogs who do not need to be reminded
about the history of a place that we spent much of our lives in only to see the fruits of our labour go down the tubes so to speak because of bad policies and bad politics.
(About the “chain-saw competitions” – are there any trees left for them to compete on?)
All of us who worked for Demba/Alcan, and by all I mean all, are very appreciative of the quality of life afforded to so many after the end of the Second World War. I for one, object to your choice of words which only causes people today to say, “well, look at that; certain people had certain privileges”. It was what it was. I also want you to know that the town of Arvida in Quebec was named after a nineteenth century American pioneer in the aluminum industry by the name of Arthur Vining Davis. In those days, British Guiana was a peaceful, happy, beautiful, united nations. What happened eventually is a tragedy. I have long since moved on to a much better place thanks to the great people for whom I worked for so many good years.
Comment by Pat Hunte-Cusack — April 29, 2012 @ 6:55 pm |
Hi Pat.
Good to hear from you but regret the sense of “sadness” that you might be feeling.
History lesson, it is maybe but more so, a reminder and responsibility to the generations of today.
You know that I couldn’t agree with you more about the reasons for the disastrous change which befell the bauxite industry and entire Guyana.
“All the workers” of Demba were indeed privileged and the best treated in all Guyana as I written prior. I do think that those at Watooka were undeserving in anyway but thinks that they probably deserved much more. There were facilities that were set up for those at Watooka and there was “nothing wrong” with that is anyway. Facilities were provided for all of Demba’s workers!
The “real consequences” of the tragedy are measured by the declining standards of today’s generation that should not be forgotten. A lot of pain and hurt came as we know too well, but to continually focus on personality, despair and tragedy is very unproductive.
So Many left the area and has “never looked back and that is puzzling”, politics or not.
Human kindness and decency should always be paramount.
I am still connected very much with the area and believes the story of once upon a times is just as important as providing hope. Positivity and encouragement is much more productive that the latter. Linden Town Week is a time that peoples in Linden takes a little time to celebrate and my best wishes goes out to all of them.
Best regards,
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — April 29, 2012 @ 8:46 pm
Dimitri – your reply makes no sense to me and I will leave it at that.
Take care.
Comment by Pat Hunte-Cusack — April 30, 2012 @ 12:17 pm
A must see movie of Guyana High Lands, The Rupununi Savannah’s wild life , antiquity of the earliest people of Guyana, Lethem, folklore and beliefs like the Die-Die, Water Tiger and also includes the tale of the Kaniama.
Please click on the link below.
http://guyaneseonline.wordpress.com/2012/04/28/the-savage-land-feature-length-film-of-a-guyana-expedition/
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — April 28, 2012 @ 7:51 pm |
Hi,i have just found this site which as bought tears to my eyes because of the stories my dad (louis henry) used to tell us about guyana,i once visited georgetown guyana in 1991 and ever since longed to go back especially meeting such beautiful people .My dad passed away 1998 but his stories of his father leaving them outside a liquor store for hours,stories of aunt bebby and miss maurial are treasured,so thankyou for such a great read.
Comment by barbara henry — April 30, 2012 @ 1:30 pm |
THE FAMOUS BYRON LEE AND THE DRAGONAIRES dearly remembered.
Please click for videos on the following link:
http://guyaneseonline.wordpress.com/2012/05/01/a-tribute-to-byron-lee-and-the-dragonaires-2-videos/
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — May 1, 2012 @ 2:25 pm |
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Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — May 1, 2012 @ 4:56 pm |
Does anyone know what the Colonial Company was? My Great Uncle Reginald H. Ralphs worked there I believe and would love to know more about it. Thanks
Comment by Wendy Quinn — May 1, 2012 @ 10:19 pm |
Hi Wendy,
From my limited knowledge of the period to which you refer, it could have been the British West India Company (Water Street) which had been a major influence on the formation of the colony of British Guiana; or the Colonial Bank on Water Street which later became Barclays Bank; or Sandbach Parker and Company on Water Street. They were all colonial (British) companies. Since I could not be sure, I asked a friend who is trying to find any possible information on the “Colonial Company” via the British Archives in London.
Peter
Comment by Peter Halder — May 4, 2012 @ 2:14 pm |
Thank you Peter I will be very excited to learn more from your friend. Family history as well as just history in general is fascinating and I love finding new things all the time. Wendy
Comment by Wendy Quinn — May 5, 2012 @ 5:58 pm
SOME UNIQUE WORDS OF GUYANA
By Dmitri Allicock
In a country originally occupied by native tribes, speaking several distinct tongues and conquered by Dutch, French and Englishmen who in turn brought the Africans, East Indians, Chinese and Portuguese, it is only reasonable to expect a survival of many strange words, which by degrees will become obsolete and unknown.
Many words used for hundreds of years have survived in various degrees depending on geography and travel. Some words are spelled and pronounced a little different but continue to convey the same meaning. Many of these words are unique to Guyana however some of them are also well known in the West Indian Islands.
Accourie{ Dasyprocta Leporina} a kind of guinea pig
Ant-bear, great ant-eater
Antiman, {derogatory} homosexual
Assays, drink made from the manicole palm
Awarra, fruit of the Awarra palm {Astrocaryum}
Ballahoo, small punt
Banjo-man, a kind of Hassar
Baridi, a small hawk
Batteau, a round-bottom boat
Battel, round wooden or metal used by gold-seekers
Bawakatta, a large armadillo
Bee-bird, humming-bird
Beltierie, drink made from the purple yam
Benab, hut built of poles, with a palm-thatched roof
Benaboo, small Benab
Bête rouge, red grass tick
Bill-bird, toucan
Bottlebrush, a splendid climber with scarlet flowers like brushes
Boviander, originally meant cross between a Dutchman and a Native Indian but now used from a cross between an African and Native Indian
Buck, {derogatory} aboriginal Indian
Buckeen, female aboriginal Indian
Buckshell, Indian canoe
Buck- shot, seeds of a caladium
Bunduri, species of crab
Bush-cow, tapir
Bushmaster, venomous snake
Bush ropes, illianes
Butter-fish, a kind of smelt [fish}
Callaloo, kind of spinach
Cama, tapir
Camahead pine, a large wild pine-apple
Camoodie, boa constrictor
Carra- Carra, a beautiful scarlet climber
Carrion Crow, a common vulture
Carrion Crow bush, wild senna
Cartaback, a flat shaped river fish refer to as {Cataback}
Casirie, drink made from sweet potato
Cassareep {Cassereep} boiled juice from the bitter cassava and major ingredient in pepper pot
Cayman, a large alligator
Chokabawt {Choka} miners mess: dumplings, salt pork and rice
Chuck, blow, push
Coffin Trimmer, a bush-owl
Colony doctors, vampire bat
Comb- fish, saw fish
Conquintay, a plantain meal
Coolie {derogatory} East Indian immigrant
Coonacooshie, bushmaster
Corial, canoe {derive from Korjaal- a Dutch word}
Corio, fruit of the Corio Pimpler palm {Akuyuro Astrocaryum}
Corn coo-coo, boiled sweet maize
Crab-dog, kind of fox
Creole, born in the colony
Cuffum, tarpon, large fish like a herring
Cuirasse, a skin fish
Cuttee-cuttee, a vegetable soup
Dallibanna, palm, used for roofing
Dam, dyke
Darree, a river fish
Double-lay, stripping of soil before you come to pay-dirt
Dursquarra, a bird like partridge
Eddoes, kind of yam
Etaboo, waterway, forming a short cut through a bush
Ematubboh, a portage round a rapid
Expression, bad abusive curse word
Fat pork, a kind of plum
Fire, to strike” he fire a kick a me”
Foo-Foo, boiled plantains, pounded
Foot, used for the whole leg
Four eyes, a small fish found in brackish water
Four- foot, trench of that width
Gallery, verandah to a house
Gallinipper, a large mosquito
Gaulding, white ibis
Gilbaker, a large skin-fish
Gill, a penny
Gill bread, a small loaf of bread
Grenadilla, a fruit of the passion flower’
Groo-groo worm, caterpillar out of the groo-groo palm
Guana, Iguana, large edible lizard
Guffy, a gullible person
Hackia stick, stick made of hackia, any long stick
Hand, used for the whole arm
Hard back, black beetle
Hassa, fish, fish covered in armour
Hiaree, plant used by Indian to poison fish
Hook, point of a river
Howrie, fresh water fish
Ituritie, used in making baskets
Jew, or June fish, a large sea fish
Jiggers, sand-fleas
Johnny cake, flour, water and salt baked
Johnny crow, turkey buzzard
Juke, poke: “He juke me wi’he stick”
Jumbi, ghost
Jumbi fowl, sensa, or Dominique
Jumbi ochro, bush-mallow fowl
Kapoorie, {Arawak} abandoned field
Karouni, wild boar
Keenah, dislike to some person
Kiskadi, bird: shrike
Kockabay, a kind of leprosy
Kokerit, fruit of the Kokerit palm
Konkee, made from corn flour, sugar spice, grated coconut etc and wrapped in banana leaves.
Krumi, a kind of cuffum
Kush-kush, slush of megass in cane-piece
Kyderkooree, small armadillo
Labarria, poisonous snake
Labba, the hollow cheeked paca
Lazy-bird, cuckoo
Logie, shed
Low-Low, large fresh water fish
Maam, wild bird, rail
Mahouka, sort of buzzard with spurs on wings
Maiwarree, a fresh water fish
Mammee apple, large brown fruit
Mamoorie, strong fiber used for rope
Manatee, sea-cow: dugong
Mandram, an appetizer, made of chopped cucumber and fresh pepper
Mannish, saucy: impudent
Marabunta, wasp
Maroudie, wild turkey
Mascuitte, uncured sugar
Mash, crush: “she mash me fut”
Maswah, climbing palm
Matapie, cassava strainer
Maullies, bobs of hair on the back of woman’s head
Megass, sugar cane refuse
Mucco-mucco, wild arum
Monkey syrup, a small green fruit
Mortar stick, club used for pounding foo-foo
Mosquito worm, large parasitic grub
Mucuroo, kind of basket
Mynap {Carib} abandoned field
Mypourie, tapir
Numb fish, electric eel
Obeah, witchcraft
Old witch, black cattle bird
Ouistti, squirrel monkey
Paal, a boundary stake
Pacoo, a fresh water fish
Patwallah, palm rib used to make pawee
Paripi {Parapee}, fruit of the Paripi palm {Guilielma Speciosa}
Pawee, stop-off to catch fish {used as a gate at the mouth of a small creek}
Peerai, fresh water shark
Pegall, Indian basket
Pegass, peat
Picaninny, pickney, children
Pimpler, thorn
Pimpler haag, hedgehog, porcupine
Pinder, ground nut
Pittee, a strong kind of fiber
Piwarrie, intoxicating drink made by Indians from the cassava, a spree
Plantain walk, fields of plantains
Pond- fly, dragon fly
Powis, curassow { Crax Alector}
Putta-putta, soft mud
Quaak, a sea-coast bird that utters that sound
Quackoo, small marabunta
Quadrille,-bird, a wild bird that pipes the opening bars of the old quadrilles
Quaick, a kind of basket
Rain bird, a bird that heralds the rainy season
Red howler, baboon
Sackawinki, small spectacled monkey
Sacki, a small blue bird or grey bird
Sawari, nut of the Sawari {Caryocar Tomentosum}
Salampenter, large lizard
Sand-fly, a small stinging insect
Sapadilla, fruit: nazeberry
Sea-cow, Manatee
Seepage, water oozing from swamp
Side- lines, the dams which enclose an estate on each side
Silverballi, a native wood
Simitoo, fruit of the wild passion flower
Snake bird, diver
Stelling, wharf {Dutch word}
Stingaree, sting ray
Stink-bird, hoatzin, canje pheasant
Sun fish, fresh water fish, like a trout
Tacooba, heart of tree, snag
Tannia, kind of yam
Tiger, Jaguar
Tiger-fish, a handsome striped pike like fish
Too-roo drink, {Turu} drink made from the too-roo palm {Aenocarpus Baccaba}
Troolie, Broad-leave palm, used for thatching
Wabri, a fresh water fish like a small bream
Wahdaroh, wild plantain
Wahourie, small perai
Wallaba, hard wood
Warracabra, trumphet-bird
Warrambi, cassava sifter
Water-haas, capybara
Water Mamma, mermaid: syren
Wirrebiscere, small antelope
Wood skin, Indian bark canoe
Wourali, Indian poison for arrows
Yam necktie, night- prowling monkey
Yarrow, a trout-like fish
Yarrow many, a plant, seed deadly poison
Yessi, armadillo
Yrwarry {Yawarri}, opossum rat
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — May 3, 2012 @ 7:19 pm |
Great meaningful video to watch despite the Pejorative label
Buckman Knows! by David Campbell Wonderful piece. Pay attention to the ending.
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — May 7, 2012 @ 1:03 pm |
Dmitri, Nice article of a country that was once considered beautiful but its past history & those that now enjoy what “they” called celebration will always reopen the wounds of what the “then” younger generation of yesteryear as myself have had to endure. We were denied therapy as kids affected so we can’t pretend we didn’t see or experience & move on. Those memories are etched in our brain cells & stored. Earlier this year I was searching for a copy of my Baptismal certificate from St Andrews Anglican church in Wismar of 1962. You have no idea the research I’d done only to learn that St Andrews Anglican Church which I witnessed burnt to the ground was rebuilt in the same spot & renamed St Aidans Anglican. The Catholic Diocese, the Head of the Anglican Church in Guyana & a 100 more people in office we’ve corresponded with refuse to tell America that the church was burnt, rebuilt & renamed & there are no records for the inquiry. I am one of those people who never returned to Wismar after such brutalization & destruction of a once beautiful place. 20 years of a holocaust by Linden Forbes Burnham I find it ridiculous to maintain villages & streets bearing his name or family’s names. The streets in America named after Churchill, Lincoln,Johnson Rooseveldt etc, had done justice for their country what justice had Burnham done for Guyana or its people? For the benefit of our future we moved on, became successful in our own rights & achieved beyond our imagination but those memories cannot be erased.
P.S our land was taken by force & occupied by!!!!!!!!. Do we have a voice? & what should we celebrate?
Comment by Mohini Singh — May 7, 2012 @ 5:12 pm |
Dmitri, The Blunt’s family you’ve mentioned did they have a son or grand son named Roland Blunt? Did they had a speed boat which named BISMARK? If they are the same people where are they now? Thanks
Comment by Mohini Singh — May 7, 2012 @ 5:21 pm |
Hi Mohini,
How are you? The Blount that I mentioned in the “Linden Town week article” was from much longer back.
John Payne Blount along with John Spencer and John Dagleish Paterson were from 1800.
Roland Blount is my relative by both his Allicock’s and Fiedtkou line. His Grandmother was my great aunt. {Sister of my grandfather}
{Children of Ursula Blount née Allicock:
1. John Blount/Eunice Fiedtkou- Children: Gloria, John, Norman, Cyril and Roland.}
I saw Roland and family back in 1992. He lived up river at Old England. I am not in contact with him and news is infrequent. He lost his wife a few years ago, I heard.
Did you go to school with him? I am able to check on him via some contacts, let me know.
Check out the video that I posted today on the “finer qualities” of the Native Guyanese
{Amerindians}, embedded is a host of other interesting videos of current day Guyana and Upper Demerara.
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — May 7, 2012 @ 7:19 pm |
Dmitri, what a small world. Roland was about to marry my 3rd sister Evelyn when the riot started. Roland’s parents somehow get to know my parents. My Dad bought a few acres of land up river I believe that how they met. Since then Roland was a constant visitor to our home & a lovely person he was. He’d take us kids in his speed boat up river on Sundays, we had so much fun. The Sunday evening of 1964 when the riot started I had just returned from Sunday school only to discover that he came & took my parents & sisters & brothers to his parents home I was the only one left behind. On their way home that evening they saw the beginning of the rioting/burning, with the confusion, a bolt from the boat engine dropped into the river & he just couldn’t waste time looking so he drove like a maniac to get my family home safely. Once they arrive my dad found a fitting bolt got the engine working & get him going quickly. Everything happened so fast. By Wednesday the British Soldiers arrive & we left Wismar. Our lives changed forever & with the disruption of the country we lost contact. I think the whole situation affected my sister so much, she was never the same person. “She rebelled.” Since I was the last girl I was his favorite person. I was so looking forward to that wedding. We didn’t know when it was going to happen but we knew it was happening & was excited. Evelyn has 3 lovely kids & 6 grand children. Once I read the article through & saw the name Blount it reminds me of those beautiful days after all these years.
Comment by Mohini Singh — May 8, 2012 @ 5:31 pm |
Hi Mohini,
Wow! Some memories that will never go away, likewise, I have quite a few. They are part of our makeup and make us uniquely special I think.
Love, Dmitri
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — May 9, 2012 @ 10:10 pm |
TERRY GAJRAJ – “GUYANA BABOO” – 3 “CHUTNEY” MUSIC VIDEOS
Terry Gajraj hails from Berbice, that part of Guyana that gave us such LEGENDS as Dr. Cheddi Jagan (former President of Guyana) and Rohan Kanhai (leader in the Sport of Cricket); so too, Terry is a leader in the field of music & is the unofficial goodwill Ambassador for Guyanese Music & Culture.
Please click on link below:
http://guyaneseonline.wordpress.com/2012/05/09/terry-gajraj-guyana-baboo-3-chutney-music-videos/
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — May 9, 2012 @ 10:12 pm |
Hello, I am trying to find some info about 2 of my mom’s brothers that move to guyana. I only know the name of one of them, John Yates. Their Mom (my grandma) was from Belize, from the Batty family that owns the Bus lines in Belize by the same name BATTY, My uncles left from mexico to guyana and they never came back. My mothers name is Wanda Bojorquez. My grandma moved to mexico (CD del carmen) from either belize or jamaica and brought both of my uncles with her. There she met my grandpa Idelgardo Wong or Idelgardo Bojorquez of chinesse descent and had 4 more kids among them my mother Wanda. My grandma’s name was Mary Elizabeth Batty, or possibly Marie BAtty, we knew her as “abuela Maria” PLease if anyone knows anything about this, please let me know, I would love to meet any of my lost relatives.Uncles or their kids (my cousins). Luis Olivares
Comment by Luis Olivares — May 11, 2012 @ 1:07 pm |
This is spectacular! Don’t get seasick…
http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=T4FIS1FnOQg
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — May 12, 2012 @ 12:53 am |
” I’m Coming Home” (A tribute to Guyana) – YouTube
4 min – Aug 17, 2008
Uploaded by nadeervideos
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pte7duUApM8
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — May 13, 2012 @ 12:43 am |
MOTHER’S DAY TRIBUTE
MOTHER’S DAY TRIBUTE
“The formative period for building character for eternity is in the nursery. The mother is queen of that realm and sways a scepter more potent than that of kings or priests.”
Today, Sunday May 13, Guyana devotes this very special day by joining 90 other Countries around the World to recognize and give tribute to all Mothers.
Only recently dubbed “Mother’s Day,” the highly traditional practice of honoring of Motherhood is rooted in antiquity, and past rites typically had strong symbolic and spiritual overtones; societies tended to celebrate Goddesses and symbols rather than actual Mothers. The personal, human touch to Mother’s Day is a relatively new phenomenon. The maternal objects of adoration ranged from mythological female deities to the Christian Church itself. Only in the past few centuries did celebrations of Motherhood develop a decidedly human focus.
This great idea of devoting a special day for mothers would take root rapidly and became one of the most commercialized holidays around the world yet this observation shouldn’t take away from the true meaning of this special day.
The discussion about our mother always evokes strong emotions in us. And it should! After all, we lived in her womb before we experienced the light of this world. Mother’ is defined as the person in whom life receives a form suitable for living in this world. However being a mother is not restricted to a woman who only give birth also includes those women who have adopted, fostered and cared for their children
What does ‘living in this world’ mean? It means that a person is alive and functioning physically and spiritually. Mother’s day emphasize the mother’s unique role within the family.
The expectations and responsibilities of mothers are endless. They are expected to be there for their children, no matter what. She is expected to nurse, nurture, feed clothe and hold her children when they are sad. The credit almost always goes back to them for the deeds of their children, whether the report is good or bad.
My mother Enez had the enormous task of caring for six children and a husband. She literally nursed a baby in one arm while juggling a multitude of tasks with the other. When she wasn’t cooking or doing daily chores, she was sewing together our clothing.
She was the house physician, accountant, therapist, teacher, cook, disciplinarian, housekeeper and wife to my father who served 47 years with the Bauxite Industry in Guyana. Today, my siblings and I are very thankful to my dear 82 year old mother who is still active and is very much the matriarch of our family.
Dear Mom
When I was a baby, you rocked me to sleep,
And dressed me and taught me to talk,
You guided my faltering, hesitant steps
When I first started learning to walk.
And then came the day I started to school,
When you realized how fast I had grown,
And you told me what wonderful fun it would be–
Then watched as I skipped off, alone.
You make all the days of my childhood so gay,
So filled with contentment and fun.
That the memory I have of my growing-up years
Is a cherished and wonderful one.
And then, when I started to be on my own,
You offered a sure, guiding hand,
Whenever I needed a listening ear,
I knew then that you’d understand–
For all of your thoughtfulness, all of your love,
Your patience and gentleness, too,
I’m thankful–for I have a wonderful treasure–
A sweet, lovely mother like you!
If there was a day for everything you have given to me as a mother, it would be Mother’s Day every day.
Thanks for always helping me to remember what is important in life… and today it is you! You’re the best! Thanks for all you do. Thank you goes out to all the wonderful mothers of Guyana and around the world.
DMITRI ALLICOCK
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — May 13, 2012 @ 12:11 pm |
In Memory of great Godfrey Chin:
The rise and fall of Guyana’s cinemas
By Godfrey Chin
As a nostalgia buff languishing in reminisces of our wonderful yesteryears – before Independence – the current demise of our cinemas is a total shock and a tragic disappointment. Most of us were ardent movie fans, and cinemas played a major role in our maturation then. One must only wonder whether the demise of cinemas in Guyana has in some way resulted in the decay today of the current moral fibre of the nation.
Before the advent of talking pictures 1927 (Jazz Singer) and the first Academy Awards 1929, British Guiana had a prestigious movie palace called the Gaiety, at Brickdam and Camp Street, which was unfortunately destroyed by fire in 1926. By 1930 the London Cinema on Camp Street had installed sound, and another cinema was in place in New Amsterdam. The Metro on Middle Street changed its name to the Empire to accommodate the Metropole, which opened with The Merry Widow (Maurice Chevalier/Jeannette McDonald, 1934). Empire’s first movie was the Prisoner of Zenda with Ronald Coleman. I was born that year, but gleaned that ‘nylon’ subsequently from my fabulous pamphlet collection. If I had brought them up to the States when I ‘exiled,’ man, I could have retired rich.
Other cinemas in the city at that time included the Rialto (Vlissengen Road), the Olympic on Lombard Street, and the Capitol in Albouystown. The Olympic initially had no roof. Many cinema palaces were also built in the rural areas.
The forties and fifties
Strand Deluxe, 2007. In December 2008 it was converted into a religious auditorium.
In 1940 the Correia family built the magnificent Astor on Waterloo Street, and in spite of WWII the film fare of Hollywood’s best, delighted the locals. The classic Gone with the Wind which opened in Atlanta, in December 1939, debuted at the Metropole in March 1941, and all the great classic movies such as Gunga Din, Casablanca, Citizen Kane, Robin Hood and Singing in the Rain, kept the locals up to date with the fashions, styles, norms, etc, of the outside world. Cinemas were our windows to the outer world. Even the British Council utilised 16mm shows to educate us about our then British ‘overlords.’
In the early fifties while Hollywood met the challenges of the small screen TV with wide-screen innovations, the Guyanese public received the full benefit in vogue. Plaza replaced the London in 1951, introduced wide screen (Spellbound re-issued, 1953), Dimension Fort Ti and CinemaScope King Richard and the Crusaders (Christmas 1954). Astor competed that holiday season with White Christmas in Vista Vision.
Globe which opened around 1952 with David and Bathsheba introduced the first Cinemascope The Robe with Richard Burton in Stereophonic sound. Contrary to the claim of Kittyites, Cinemascope was not first introduced in BG at the Hollywood, which opened with A Christmas Carol. The Deluxe cinema at Grove, Diamond, opened at this time, while Capitol changed its name to Rio. Rialto became Doren, which was destroyed by fire, and replaced by the Liberty.
Strand Deluxe opened in 1957 with Sayonara (Marlon Brando). De Mille’s Ten Commandments, 1956; Michael Todd’s Around the World in Eighty Days; William Wyler’s Ben Hur; Rodgers & Hammerstein’s South Pacific; and David Lean’s Bridge on the River Kwai were big hits on our silver screen.
There were more than fifty cinemas in Guyana in the sixties. When holidaying or travelling to rural areas, the cinemas such as the Crescent at McKenzie, the Atlantis in Suddie and the Globe in New Amsterdam were the highlights of my visits. Other cinemas I remember included the Novelty, Corentyne; the Radio City, Skeldon; the Strand, NA; the Starlite, Pouderyon; the Monarch, Anna Catherina; the Apollo, Rose Hall; the Palm Tree, Linden; the Tiffany, Parika; the Raj Mahal, Canje; the Mohani, Corentyne; the Vijay, Good Hope; the Gem, Enmore; the Kay Donna, BV; the Rajmahal at Peter’s Hall; the Roopmahal, Port Mourant; the Yolanda, Albion; the Mohani, No 64 and the Cameo Grove at Bath. There were others such as the Sarswatie, the Duchess, the Earlo, the Laxhmi and the Oregon. (Thanks to Peter Halder, former diplomat, who was previously a revenue collector for compiling this list.)
In August 1953, I remember Doodnauth Singh, former AG, myself, and the Harricharran brothers (all students of Central High) walking 3 miles from Novar to the Mahaicony cinema. Around March 1961, I drove to that same cinema from Georgetown, with my costume band producers to see Helen of Troy, but for hell I can’t remember the name of that cinema. Ol’ age and a senior moment setting in.
All the major film companies had distribution centres in Georgetown. I remember Twentieth Century Fox/MGM’s office next door/south of Resaul Maraj, Water Street, which was destroyed by fire, November 30, 1951. The distribution offices stocked huge volumes of promotion material, including press books, lobby cards and poster sheets for the large 32 sheet billboards, plus pictures of your favourite stars. By the mid-fifties Warner Bros, Columbia, United Artistes, Universal and Paramount opened a central distribution centre at Thomas and Church Streets, while MGM/Fox heralded the opening of Peyton Place from their new office on Church Street, west of the Globe opposite St George’s School. A series of road signs displayed the yardage distance to Peyton Place being released at Globe.
Former cinema magnates – Andrew James, H Teelucksingh, Ken Veerasammy and Pius Gomes
In the fifties, while Guyanese became more politically conscious with the early struggles of the PPP to improve local labour conditions, and our social/cultural heritage expanded, Hollywood produced many films that reflected our struggles for liberation from colonial bonds. These included Intruder in the Dust, Mark of the Hawk, Razor’s Edge, Snake Pit – The Grapes of Wrath, Blue Jeans, Mom and Dad and Rock around the Clock. Other pictures such as The Day the Earth Stood Still, War of the Worlds, When Worlds Collide, Destination Moon and The Thing introduced us to world science, technology. etc.
Our appetite for the great literary works were whetted with Hollywood’s productions of classical literature – Great Expectations, David Copperfield, Julius Caesar, Hamlet, Wuthering Heights, Rebecca, Green Dolphin Street, Picture of Dorian Grey, Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, Long Hot Summer and Butterfield Eight.
Former cinema magnates – Andrew James, H Teelucksingh, Ken Veerasammy and Pius Gomes
Our musical culture was inspired with Hollywood bios (though fictionized) with the careers of George Gershwin (Rhapsody in Blue), Cole Porter (Night and Day), Jerome Kern (Till the Clouds Roll By), Frederick Chopin (Song to Remember), Gus Kahn (I’ll See You in my Dreams), Helen Morgan (Helen Morgan Story), Eddy Duchin (The Eddy Duchin Story), Fanny Brice (Funny Girl), Ruth Etting (Love me or Leave Me), Rodgers & Hart (Wordsand Music), Sigmund Romberg (Deep in my Heart), Johan Strauss Jr (Great Waltz), Glenn Miller (Glenn Miller Story), Rimsky Korsakov (Song of Scheherazade), Grieg (Song of Norway), Paganini (Magic Bow), Jane Forman (With a Song in my Heart) and Irving Berlin (Alexander’s Ragtime Band). I mention these purely to glorify our cinema experience in those days. Movies were stepping stones to our education; they broadened our experience and sharpened our ‘street smarts.’
In the fifties, while TV abroad created couch potatoes, preferring to stay home and watch Milton Berle and ‘I Love Lucy,’ the Hollywood dream factories lost monopoly ownership of their theatre distribution chains, and the major studios ceased production of popular B movies such as Tarzan Adventures, Charles Starret, Cisco Kid, Bulldog Drummond, Boston Blackie, Dead End Kids and Cliffhanger Serials, which were favourites of the locals.
The golden age of
movie-viewing
The sixties was the golden age of movie-viewing for the nation moving towards Independence 1966 and Republic 1970. Big box office hits included Lawrence of Arabia, The Graduate, Psycho, West Side Story, The Sound of Music, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, My Fair Lady, Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner and The Apartment. The Starlite Drive-In at Montrose opened by 1964 with Elvis Presley in Blue Hawaii.
The Seventies was the age of the blockbusters, starting with Airport, Jaws, Earthquake, The Godfather trilogy, Star Wars and Close Encounters of the Third Kind. The cinemas were the mecca of our entertainment; weekends and holidays were sell outs, and first-run movies would run for two or three weeks to packed houses. We ‘Sunday-dressed’ to attend the movies, which were delightful oases in our wonderful yesteryears. Indian Movies Sangam, Waqt, Khabi Khabi and Mother Earth were also favourites. The added bonuses of ‘classic doubles’ added to the box-office bonanza. In 1977 Saturday Night Fever ran for three months at the Astor, with the bonus picture changing every two weeks.
And simultaneously the debacle of the fall of the Guyana cinema began.
Decline
The seventies were the ‘banlon’ years – flour, potatos, sardines banned as the currency crunch – especially after Opec 1973 – meant a scarcity of funds for necessary imports, etc. Movies are imports, and commissions ranging from 50 to 75% of the gross revenue from releases, were required to be remitted back to the movie companies abroad, which posed lots of currency problems. From the remaining net, local government taxes had to be paid, including preview/censor cost for every new picture, with the balance remaining to pay running expenses and maintenance, etc. Repeat showings required smaller commissions, also to be remitted.
By 1975, when television was fully entrenched abroad, no attempt was made locally by government to introduce TV broadcasting to the nation. A top load VCR, with 19 inch TV for $1500, was the wish list for home entertainment, and these were the popular gifts from friends and family abroad. Many rushing to flee the country promised to supply this form of private entertainment for those who stayed to burn.
Tapes in the VCR and Betamax format were utilized to record every worthwhile programme in the US and UK, and regular shipments home were the norm. 3000 classic movies were acquired by Turner, many colourised, and with HBO, Cinemax, Showtime, Pay per View, AMC and TMC in the US featuring also first-run movies 24/7, private movie viewing became ‘household popular’ locally, with video copies.
My first mission in the States was to video-copy every worthwhile movie – every Academy Award Winner via VCR – and the library is over 800 movie gems. Of course these have since been replaced when DVDs became popular.
Private bottom house ‘Speakeasy’ movie houses for small fees became the norm, especially in the rural areas, and soon Video Rental Clubs mushroomed as video players and TVs became the local fashion. Simultaneously at least three enterprising local entrepreneurs equipped their private stations to download and transmit overseas programmes. Paid subscription was henceforth available with special programmed receiver boxes needed for rental to customers. Guyanese business enterprise at its best. (to be continued)
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — May 20, 2012 @ 9:39 am |
I understand Derek Chin (MovieTowne,, cinema complex, Trinidad and Tobago) relative of Joe Chin (Joe Chin’s travel) will be constructing a MovieTowne Complex in Guyana, somewhere on the east coast. The Movietowne complex has been largely responsible for the revival of the “cinema” industry in T&T, hugely successful venture,
Comment by Barbara malins-Smith — May 20, 2012 @ 10:10 pm |
Rihanna 2012 Grammy Awards Performance ” We Found Love “
Rihanna 2012 Grammy Awards Performance ” We Found Love “
List of Awards and Nominations for Rihanna
This is a comprehensive list of awards and nominations won by Rihanna, a Barbadian singer-songwriter. Her mother is Guyanese.
Her first single led her to win three awards, following her winning more awards for both herself and her debut album. Her second album, A Girl Like Me(2006), was much more successful and earned her many more awards and nominations. Good Girl Gone Bad, the third album, was by far the most successful album of her career.
She won Favorite Female Artist — Soul/R&B at the American Music Awards, a Best Rap/Sung Collaboration award at the 2008 Grammy Awards, a Best Rap Song award and another Best Rap/Sung Collaboration award alongside Jay-Z and Kanye West at the 2009 Grammy Awards and an International Album of the Year award at the Juno Awards.
Since beginning her career, Rihanna has received 196 awards from 447 nominations. Her awards are in Pop, R&B, Soul, Rock, and Rap categories.
Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — May 21, 2012 @ 1:01 am |
Videos for mon repos market youtube guyana 2011 041 – YouTube
1 min – May 24, 2011
Uploaded by seema7641
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guyana 2012 – YouTube
1 min – May 3, 2012
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58 sec – Mar 31, 2011
Uploaded by seema7641
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Comment by DMITRI ALLICOCK — May 21, 2012 @ 5:57 pm |