Image is property of our friends at LatinOL forums. Lucky Strike Building in Panama circa 1949.
The parade started in the street in front of the National Treasury winding up two blocks on what is Avenida Peru today. A left turn and we were on the familiar Avenida Central marching down the section known as Perejil. Before I knew it we were marching by my old primary school of Pedro J. Sosa in the neighborhood that had become so familiar to me, San Miguel, with Magnolia Building at its center. This is the neighborhood where I had started my adolescent life in the renowned National Institute. Continue reading
This is an army jacket cut in the Eisenhower fashion, very similar to the way ours was cut, only ours was much more stylish.
In our last post we discussed the deep nationalistic sentiments inherent in most of us children from Panama’s barrios. But it was especially the Institutores who acquired the reputation for leading the Third of November marches in displaying their patriotism. Continue reading
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Before the month of November closes I just wanted to highlight the importance of patriotism, pomp and ceremony and how they filled in a big gap for young people like me while I was growing up in Panama. As I’ve pointed out before, having acquired community support had been mostly accidental with me since my immediate family’s support had always been questionable. Continue reading
An Institute Marching Band drummer.
I found solace hanging out at the school athletic field in several ways but it was mainly a way for me to stray from my classmates and make new friends who, like me, found comfort in hanging around the field. It was there out on the field that I discovered how some students who attended the Institute from the interior of the country resided at a dormitory at the school. Continue reading
The front entrance to the Instituto Nacional de Panamá hasn’t changed much.
It was early morning on the Third of November of 1951 and my first year at the National Institute. I joined my fellow patriots who were already assembled and lined up outside the school at the foot of Ancon Hill before the watchful eyes of the twin statues of the vigilant Phoenixes. Continue reading