Tag Archives: Rundon

The Fall of a Giant

A perfectly protected Mangrove forest in Esmeraldas, Ecuador.

A perfectly protected Mangrove forest in Esmeraldas, Ecuador.

I had been out fishing all night and morning found me still sleeping on the ground of this small cabin overlooking the bay. Sleep had caught me wrapped up in a dream about getting back to Colon after making land again in Bocas Town. At least that had been my idea of resting up a little after I asked for a five dollar reward for all that I had done to contribute to earning some cash. Continue reading

La Boca Town: Farewell to an Icon

La Boca Town in flames as seen from a distance.
Image thanks to La Prensa.
A typical Quadrille group. Image thanks to
Hilario Campos.

With a justifiable note of regret the residents of La Boca Town gave a final farewell to the legendary piece of real estate that burned down completely on February 21, 2002. Today, 4th Street in Rio Abajo, where for decades La Boca Town was located, is witnessing dramatic winds of change. People from other areas and cultures have come to settle in this area and the descendants of the original Black Westindians who came with the construction of the Canal have departed in other directions or have simply died out slowly. Continue reading

A Pot of Rundon and Sensuality Calling

The image is of an exquisite pot of Rundon, or rundown, as it is variously called- Jamaican style.

Image.

That school year, in fact, I had stayed off the streets as much as possible and stayed at home mostly reading all the books I was able to understand from the odd collection amongst the three small bookshelves in the home of my now retired grandmother. School would soon be a thing of the past I thought as I leafed through some French volumes left to me by Miss Del Marie just before she left to return to Martinique. Continue reading

Miss Polly

This is a rather tourist like shot of
Bocas del Toro. Image.

It was the year 1950 and the seemingly endless year of 1949 had passed with many political happenings that I would remember all my life. I would usually end my days at the dental clinic where I had been drawn to in order to stay off the streets. It might have been the place that I would end up spending my summer as that year closed on my adolescent activities. Continue reading

Bea’s Rundon

I was settling down for another one of our chats as Bea said to me, “See Son in our days there was many water holes, where big fish them just was ready to be fished out. So we would plan and make a game out of everything.Going and fishing was like goin an’ wash clothes, an’ we had lot’ a clothes to wash all the time. Continue reading

Sometimes I feel like a Motherless Child

It was the next morning that I appeared at Bea’s, as promised.As I arrived I went to work right away, feeling that I had better before the sun found out that I was around. Determined to finish the job I had started the day before, I lifted my machete and started to work even before announcing to old Bea that I had arrived. Continue reading