Baptism of an older child. Image thanks to cam.org.au
I came home one afternoon intending to speak to my mother Rosa Green about being “employed” and how I’d found a positive opportunity to work and still attend school. However, since I hadn’t really started work as yet, I didn’t want to compromise my money which I saw as a way of insuring my survival. Considering that since I’d be able to make some change, I was looking for some way to help my mother. Continue reading
A fawn colored Pug and a black one. Image thanks to wikipedia.org.
By the early part of 1953 I had fallen deeply in love with that girl I secretly named “my China doll.” At the time I thought it funny that, here we would meet so often and I still didn’t know her real name. So, during one of those meetings-turned-dates I asked her, “By the way, what’s your name?” She answered nonchalantly, “Pug!” as if I should have known this by this time in our relationship, or a fact someone should have informed me about a long time ago. Continue reading
The Nicholas Brothers from the United States, are pictured here doing some fantastic stunts. Image from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nicholas_brothers
The fact that I had been doing well with bringing in more work for the car wash business allowed me to keep some money for my meals and the evening “Bun” and Royal Crown soda that allowed me to participate at school. I was in the top fourth year class A as we promoted to the next year and I met others who joined our class and some who did not attend Abel Bravo College at all.
I had always prided myself on being amongst the crème de la crème of the student body both in Panama and in Colon. Now I had started making new friends as a member of the school choir which was composed of these students who had passed on into the regular life of Colon and would just show up to hang out or to sing with us in Professor Carlos Grant’s Coro. Continue reading
My grandfather, Seymour Green, left me an old Panama Hat like the one pictured.
Colon by the draw of 1953 was, in fact, witnessing the end of an era, another big period of transition in the lives of our Silver People. Personally, my own experiences would become landmarks, though tragic they might have been from my perspective since I had also taken on the role of an observer who needed not to be writing at that particular time in our history as a people. My memory served me well and I really believed that I had been blessed with a unique ability to remember details of my times in Panama and our history would prove to me that it was for a purpose. Continue reading
My first job in the car wash and detail shop run by Simeon also opened a window on what life as a working man, earning hard cash, could offer me especially since I could now take my girl out for a stroll in the evenings on Front Street, visit the Hindu store or just go window shopping with some money in my pocket. It was a nice feeling of, shall we say, independence and manliness. Continue reading
Rubbing compound did a good job of filling in scratches, rough spots and leaving the car with a gleaming shine. Image thanks to cebuhomebuilders.com
School work at Abel Bravo College coupled with our choir practice was taking over much of my time. However, thanks to a special competition, I would radically change my perspective on my classes, my vocation in life and on my classmates.
One morning, Professor Coite, the music teacher, announced that he was about to return our essays on the great German musician Johann Sebastian Bach, which he had asked us to write. He started to read off the list of the three best writers in our “Cuarto B” class who would be required to read their work before some visiting dignitaries from the Ministry of Education within a few days. Continue reading