@ Carlyle Lochan (Bunny)
Juney, thanks for your message about Grand ma and Grandpas house in Penal.
My memory perhaps nostalgic in nature is very vivid about my visits to that Penal house. The freedom I felt was tantamount to flying amongst the angels in the sky.
I remember when the yard was being spread with oil sand, your Dad took , about a 6" of hard steel pipe stood on it and rolled it with his feet to compact the oil sand. he had made himself a human steam roller. "Going" into the land I really enjoyed. After looking at the Tarzan movies, the Penal land was my jungle my own personal jungle and I got a thrill out of that looking for tigers, snakes and monkeys. It's amazing now that when one looks, it is very interestng how one acts as a child.
I remember the canal behind the cow pen, Victor and I would go into the canal and catch "7 colors" fishes, put them into a jam full of water and then take them to the "copper" behind the cow pen and set them free. I was always afraid that Grandma would get angry at us if she discovered what we had done. On our next visit we went to the "copper" and discover to our amazement that there were not fishes. We thought that if was discovered by Grandma and she took them out and did not say a word to us. I soon realized that this was not the case. I went to the "copper" sometime after lunch, stuck my hand in the water and it was extremely warm and I came to the conclusion that the fishes died due to the the water temperature and not Grandma.
The best room in Penal house was the pantry. When you entered it, there was a potpourri of odors. Grandma kept the corn for the animals in the there which gave it, it's own aromatic smell together with the smell of molasses, flour, other grains,herbs, and other food provisions. It was a distinct smell, a smell that I loved.
I think that I have written much for now.
More comments would be appreciated.
My God, Bunny!!! All your memories are so clear. Rawle also choose the pantry as his most memorable spot in the Penal house. You know, we had such a rich childhood in Trinidad. We lived in paradise and did not know it then.
I lived at Penal for the first 7 years of my life. I remember my Dad rolling out the oilsand in the yard. Four years ago I wrote a small book about my years at Penal and all my memories. I even mentioned your family coming for visits.I sent a copy to Helen. I will dig a copy out for you. Send me your address.
The book was my first attempt at writing memoirs. I work as a professional writer for the local newspaper ,which I have been doing for 12 years now.I I have continued my personal writing on my Trini experience and produced 2 more books which Mount Allison Library has aquired, and I am a guest lecturer at their Caribbean Literatute course.
I think your memories are so clear that you should try your hand at writing too, even if it is just to leave a record of your experiences to future generations.
You know, I especially loved your memories of the ravine in the back of the house. That was my escape from constantly getting yelled at by my parents.Keep in touch, Love, Juney.