I prayed against the eruption of the emotional volcano. Image thanks to The Telegraph.
I followed my stepfather outside into the hallway of the building and he said, “Hey son, please tell me what I can do for you,” his eyes insistent, and then he said, “I dont have time now but think about it and when I return home, you know…? I am not trying to rush things but if you need anything just talk to me. I dont want you to be worrying; you just concentrate on your studies.” That last order gave me occasion to stop and think. Continue reading
I was blessed to be reunited once again with my step dad Bobby Grant a few months before his decease. He had reached the ripe old age of 95 years. Rest In the arms of Jesus, Bobby.
We were able to get a smile out of him.
I was now in Colon and wondering if I would be able to recognize that part of the city while managing to cling to that simple cardboard box as if I were ready to give my life for it and its contents. All it contained were some of my meager possessions, things belonging to a sad teen like used note books, two or three changes of clothing, primarily underwear and the like. I was still prepared to return to the home of my grandmother and my aunts in Panama City if need be, but only some time in the future to pick up more of my clothing, things like my new marching band uniform and some shirts I would need to use for school in Colon. Continue reading
May my sweet baby sister, Lidia, rest in Peace with the angels.
During our early childhood it seemed to me that my younger sister Aminta was more cunning than I had thought. I would notice that she would often quietly disappear from my company to find some place to be all day long. In the meantime, I would make myself available to my parents-to mother actually- when she would decide to stay at home and then to my father’s needs when he came home from work in the evenings. Continue reading
Bust of Aminta Melendez in Colon.
Aminta Melendez and her father Don Porfirio Melendez.
Image on top : Bust of Doña Aminta Melendez that
sits in Colon’s Parque de la Avenida Central.
Middle: Aminta Melendez
and her father, Porfirio Melendez, circa 1904
Bottom: My sister Aminta and me about 1942.
After the notorious Colon fire of 1940, the Green family would return to a normal life with the appearance of the first buds of their second generation in the persons of my sister and me, Cobert Junior, or Juni for short, having been named after my father. My sister, Aminta, who was one year younger, had been named by my mother after Aminta Melendez, daughter and notable personage (although under mentioned) in the short revolutionary history of the City of Colon. Continue reading