China’s mood didn’t change over the course of the next few days, however, and it was something I could not talk to her about- ever- during the course of our life together. Her sullenness would become an ordeal for me, to have this young girl around not wanting to talk to me about anything. Worse yet, I was taking the blame and responsibility for something she had never wanted to discuss with me, her pregnancy. I would be glad every morning just to leave her and her apparent ailment behind and keep my mind on my job. Continue reading
Almirante, Bocas del Toro. Image thanks to travelpod.com
It was a dark and starless night that night as we headed for Bocas del Toro. For some reason I found myself standing alone next to a wooden bunk. I was patiently waiting for the girl of my dreams, my would be wife, the one who would make me a father, to return to my side from some errand or the other on board. Continue reading
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The issue of Pug’s pregnancy became a partner issue that many teenagers share with looking for work which involved the never-ending quest for any job situation which would help us maintain ourselves. Although I was still partially employed and still living the student/bachelor life, hanging out now and then on the corner of 11th Street in front of a bar feeding the jukebox, things obviously had to change. I was still making new friends, which had never been a problem in Colon. The city had become a wonderland for me. Continue reading
“Ni Millones, Ni Limosnas- Queremos Justicia.” the words are inscribed in our hearts as well.
Here we see Remón at a reception on October 2, 1952 at the Tivoli Hotel offered by then Canal Zone Governor, Mr. J. S. Soybold in honor of President Jose A. Remon Cantera (left). Image thanks to the archives at the National (Castillero) Library.
I came home from work one day to meet up with my classmate Albert Bryan whom we all respected very much. He said to me, “Profesor Grant said to put on your uniform and meet the bus at school.” I hurriedly prepared for the trip which ended up in Panama City. In reality we would really not do any singing, but would be attending the funeral of our slain President, José Antonio Remón Cantera. Continue reading
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The problem of teen pregnancies would soon visit my family in Colon as my sister, Aminta, following her repeated disappearing acts from the house, reported to my mother that she was missing her period. By then my aunts, my mother’s sisters, declared her pregnant. Somehow my mother would blame me for not taking better care of my younger sister. Continue reading