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
Eric Turner would show up the next few days after disappearing for days and relate to me how he had been at the local piers working making a few bucks. “ I didn’t know that about getting work at the piers or the Muelle Fiscal was a way to also get work Eric?” I said as we walked and conversed. He would relate to me how a couple of strong young men would eternally hang out at the pier and, when the boats came in from Bocas or other Provinces, they would need them to help unload merchandise and even the travelers’ luggage from the vessels. Continue reading
I came home from school early one afternoon, after the profesors told us we could leave early because the teachers had a conference meeting in the evening. As I walked to my home apartment, Eric Turner shot out from the living room and hugged me and I was equally surprised to have him there. Eric was Jack Toppin’s nephew. Jack was a local politician in Panama City at the time and he ran for Corregidor and won some years later. Continue reading
The original album (soundtrack) to the Broadway play by Oscar Hammerstein. Image thanks to wikipedia.org
As I walked out the door, I began to reflect on that scene between my mother and me and the way she was behaving. Later on I would find out that China and my sister, Aminta, were fast friends long before I got to Colon. I proceeded to reflect on all my encounters with the Chinita who, until then, had been doing everything in her power to meet me. Continue reading
Since that first chance meeting with China and our encounters thereafter, her mysterious ways kept me fascinated. To just hear her speak in West Indian, however, would be the deciding factor that made me fall in love with her and, ultimately, make her my first wife. It was a rare novelty and contrast to me, and I guess to everybody who met her, to hear West Indian English coming out of the mouth of this gorgeous little young Chinese looking girl.
My new neighbors in La Playita were surprisingly up to date on all the happenings in the Canal Zone, as their fathers and grandparents had been. They would bring to the beach the up-to-the-minute news as to what was occurring amongst the Silver Roll employees. Anyone who would happen to visit La Playita would, at any given moment, be quickly informed as to what was current regarding the politics of the American Zone as well as that of Panama City’s and Colon’s.