Author Archives: Roberto Reid

Me Name Gone Abroad

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Depression had caught up with me again about that time of my life, and had been driven by my perception that Grandma Ethel Levy would not last long on this earth. Her arrival reminded me of the time I had taken her out to be a special guest at our Mothers Day Concert at Abel Bravo School. It had been one of our important concerts in which our Choir performed at school. That night as I showed up to escort her, she appeared very impressed with it all. The girls in the receiving committee took charge of her at our arrival, pinning a beautiful corsage on her for this Mother’s Day Concert.  Continue reading

Better Off Than With the Likes of Me

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Image thanks to quotehd.com

By now I realized why I had been out of synch whenever I tried to speak to Pug about what was making her so unhappy and the issues that had soured our “love.” But no matter how often I tried, it was fruitless as she would not respond to me, or anyone else, about what it was I had done so wrong to embitter her. Even to this day it is a mystery to me. I did continue, however, to mentally seek to know the hidden side of the things that had suddenly spoiled our lives. I began blaming it on her love of putería, or whoring which I tended to forget in my naivete. Continue reading

A Sordid Lifestyle

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Added to our poor marital relationship, Pug and I had started showing our disaffection by disavowing to ourselves and others that we had ever been a couple. Time and circumstance would reveal to me that my dilemma would have to remain a “quiet” issue for as long as I could endure. It was plain as day, however, that that child that I had registered as being mine, in reality was not. But, I quietly tried to remain positive about accepting the child as mine while Pug remained adamant in never wanting to divulge to anyone what was secretly ailing her and keeping her in a constant foul mood against me. Continue reading

Grandmother Shows Up- Almirante Hospital

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Image of Almirante Hospital, thanks to slideshare.

I’d been at work at the dairy ranch getting things ready for the routine of morning milking by hand of about fifteen noisy cows. As was usual with them they had bellowed since first light for attention to their full utters. I immediately noticed that when I appeared in the cow stable to milk them they instinctively knew and quieted down. Suddenly the boss lady called me away from my duties to come up to to the big house and when I got there she became very talkative while I remained quiet. Continue reading

Milk Not the Best Business

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Image from Morguefile

My routine on my new job was simple. I would arise early every morning to milk the cows. After filling the gallon bottles, I would then saddle the horse, tie the five bottles on either side of the saddle and then make my way to town. I had been trained by Little Man and a boy younger than myself who also lived at the ranch. Once I arrived in town I would unsaddle the horse, then hide the saddle under some brush and tie up the horse nearby at a small stream so that he could have an abundant supply of water to drink and grass to eat for the day, until I had sold all the milk and was ready to go back up to the ranch on horseback. Continue reading

My Visit to a Bush Farm

The kind of farm I dreamed of having.  Image thanks to SoleJourner.

The kind of farm I dreamed of having. Image thanks to SoleJourner.

The dip in the sea had made up for anything I considered wrong with my life then; whatever might have tried to depress me had simply vanished from me. Also, in my routine walk out to the runway spigot to get water, I would also bath there, leaving me renewed and refreshed to continue fetching the much needed potable water. In the meantime, I had heard that Little Man had taken the boat to Colon. I decided to hide from his boss, the Indian guy, not wanting to make any commitments. Though the ride to Baseline was free, I was adverse to wanting to attract any more trouble by going up there with Pug trailing me. Continue reading