Tag Archives: Ancon-Hill

Only the Strongest Survive

The Harpy Eagle, the largest of the eagles, is Panama's national bird. Image thanks to wikipedia.org.

The highlight of our otherwise routine Monday morning ceremony in which the entire school participated was the singing of the school song which we all learned from each other. The hymn to me had no real meaning, although it referred to something about “…being tranquil on the lap of the Paternal Father Ancon,” which was where our school was located- at the foot of Ancon Hill. Continue reading

Next Stops: Chorrillo, Betania and Rio Abajo

This is Rio Abajo today, an important part of the
Silver People Trail. Image thanks to Peter Hahndorf on flickr.
Ancon Hill as viewed from the back of what was
once the Ancon Laundry where my grandmother
worked for over 20 years. Today the building is
the headquarters of the DIJ (Dirección de Investigación
Judicial (the investigation arm of the police). You can just
about make out the Panamanian flag flying at the top in
the upper left hand corner of the photo.

Chorrillo, that part of the old sector of Panama City, had its colored community, having been a gateway to Calidonia and its colored communities of Guachipali, Marañon, and San Miguel with its view of Ancon Hill and the sea, and the beaches in the nearby upscale Bella Vista District with shade trees lining the streets and avenues. The beaches that ran all the way to Old Panama- Casco Viejo– were up until then clean enough for families and young boys to use as the neighborhood swimming holes that boys would remember for the rest of their lives. Continue reading

The Police Got Juni! Part 1

Delicious, fresh fried Bakes, an easy meal for a hungry youngster. Image thanks to Beautiful Grenada.com

Surcie bush in its natural setting.
Also known as Balsamina in Panama and
Cundeamor in the rest of the Caribbean.
Image thanks to our dear friends at
Look for Diagnosis

I had arrived at a point where I was becoming ever more aware of the relationships and commitments I was immersed in as a child and the milieu in which I lived. My experiences with my immediate family and the make-up of the community regarding my person, however, still appeared confusing to me. Continue reading