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The Silver People Chronicle

This is the story of the West Indian people of Panama.

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Saturday, July 30, 2016


Out of Work and Desperate

The thought of Pug still being my lover was a constant worry to me in those days. For Pug was a better love detective than I once believed. I had thoughts of replacing her quickly as I walked the streets of Colon. I discovered that I could do that when I lived in Magnolia Building

Typical Colon Balcony, probably the most beautiful in the whole Republic.  Image thanks to file-magazine.com

Back to Troubled Reality

I had gotten up late that morning and hoped to make it to the open Market fonda in the middle of Colon City for something to eat and I sighed as I awoke that it was back to troubled reality.  As I passed by some of my street friends, I  wondered why they were  congregated

Carnaval 1946, reputed to be the best of the 20th century.  Excellent views of spectators hanging from their balconies enjoying the sights.  Image thanks to Panama Vieja Escuela.

A Memorable Carnaval

The moment arrived when the three of us would leave my mother’s place and I arrived as promised to the dance hall for a look to see who I knew could take these women off my hands-  to find out what exactly we could get into for Carnaval in Colon. Since I wasn’t a bar

Image thanks to metacolor.org

Dance With Me

Once I was back in Colon I resumed my secret passion- dancing! I became interested all over again in going dancing following the radio promotions for dances to be held in Colon. I gathered the nerve to ask my buddy Nick to loan me a jacket to attend a pretty hot dance that was coming

Exiled Argentinian President, Juan Domingo Perón, flanked by Jose Dominador Bazán, Governor of Colón at the time.

My Encounter With a Military Dictator

Our arrival back in Colon not only marked the end of our love story- Pug’s and mine- but it was an important reintroduction to the people whom I hadn’t had contact with for almost two years. Back in this Silver City called the City of Colon I would be picking up where I had left

Entrance to Mt. Hope Cemetery in Colon, Republic of Panama.

A Very Forgettable Wake

But, Miss Ethel Levy’s wake would turn out to be a revealing one for me in particular. It was attended by mostly her family and close friends crowded into the Chapel at the Mount Hope Cemetery. I never did look forward to these things and the actual viewing of my close friend’s remains was brief.

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