Miss Blake’s balcony school would be our first school ever and, although it was run by the grandmotherly figure of Teacher Blake, it fit into the mold of the traditional English Schools of the Panamanian Westindians. The small school was conducted from a second floor balcony which was adjacent to Miss Blake’s one room rental living quarters in a two story wooden building. Continue reading
A little girl enjoys the pleasure of writing
In those earlier days of Panama City’s barrios we, as children, were facing the repercussions of being part of a cruel heritage of racial segregation both in and out of the United States Panama Canal Zone. These were the years that history tells us were some of the worst for the policy of expulsion of Black Westindian employees out of the Black Canal Zone townships, and for our family, we were especially catching it. Continue reading
