Author Archives: Roberto Reid

The Good Samaritan of Bocas

Another old photo of Bocas Town (Isla Colon) from our friend, Jos Price's collection.

Another old photo of Bocas Town circa 1910 (Isla Colon) from our friend, Señor José Price’s collection.

The trip to Bocas Town had not been thoroughly planned but I cared less and less about going back to work in the fields of Baseline since I knew the marriage was not a union anymore. Continue reading

Goodbye to Baseline

Image is of the Mechanics Lodge posing for a group picture with their families.  About 1912 at Isla Colon.  Just as in Colon and Panama City the Lodges made up a very important part of the life of the West Indian Panamanian society.  Image thanks to Sr. José Price.

Image is of the Mechanics Lodge posing for a group picture with their families. About 1912 at Isla Colon. Just as in Colon and Panama City the Lodges made up a very important part of the life of the West Indian Panamanian society. Image thanks to Sr. José Price.

These were the times of the Panamanian presidency of Ernesto de la Guardia, Jr., while we remained in Baseline, today known as the area of Changuinola in Bocas del Toro Province. However, today I would probably not recognize that same Changinola River area I got to know the first day I ventured up there to seek work back in 1956. But, it was an area that my co-workers and I would get to know as home and we shared many adventures together as plantation laborers just as my West Indian forefathers had done years before. At this point in my life, now with a new baby and a wife in tow, I was ready to depart from this tainted land for me, swearing that I would never go back. Nevertheless, I started meeting new friends. Continue reading

My Father is Looking for Me

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I had to admit that Pug would not have made a “Good Wife,” not then nor ever for me. But then, I had to further admit that I had been looking at our lives through my own experience with women.  The truth was that I was overwhelmed with that hidden side of my life, that I had been growing up with experiences gained mostly from Westindian women.  Continue reading

A Change of Plans

After the incident with my neighbor, I was left feeling vulnerable and somewhat shaken and I began planning to leave the area with my wife and baby.  Disillusioned now with my entire experience I started devising how I would leave as this trip to Bocas, ever since I had taken Pug to live with me  in Baseline, had turned out to be a pack of trouble for me after all. I had been working hard since the first week we got to Bocas under the hot sun, torrential rains and I felt I had recovered my health and strength so it seemed the time was right. Continue reading

You’ll Kill Him Juni!

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I soon gained the advantage over my attacker for I had proven to myself to be stronger than he was. While doing the tug of war with him I now saw real fear in his eyes. His posture had changed from a charging gladiator trying to kill me, to one who was holding on to a weapon he couldn’t control and now he knew not what to expect. He had lost control over his own weapon and so I faked moving him around at my own will, moving him towards the stairway, the same stairway he had come down to kill me. Things happened fast as I moved him around as one who played with a toy doll.  Continue reading

What’s With the Neighbor?

During this time that I had some money stashed away in my pocket, that I had been keeping for our upkeep for another couple of weeks. I had considered using it for leaving Bocas to return to Colon and, from there, getting lost somewhere in Panama City. On second thought, however, I thought it better to wait until the newborn baby was older before forcing us to travel.

I also decided not to spend any more money on purchasing things to make us a home since I foresaw that Pug and I would each one go our separate ways. The fact was that I did not see in her a readiness to grow up and I was still angry about how things had turned out between us. I lived in constant uncertainty as to what other commitments she had made with people that would force me to be in front of the Corregidor again. Continue reading