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
“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
Image thanks to http://www.bubblews.com/news/1868973-teen-pregnancy
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
I was still in shock after the incident with my mother that nearly took my life that evening, and hadn’t really had time to converse with Mrs. Ethel Levy, Pug’s grandmother when, just about then, this tall, well dressed dark-complexioned guy showed up to join us on the stair way in which we were having a conference regarding the events that had linked us all together. Continue reading
There were times when I would come home to find my mother sulking around the house without any apparent cause. The first time I noticed it would involve her shouting and saying to me with tears in her eyes, “That Chinese girl is disrespecting me!” Giving her the benefit of the doubt, I went to get Pug to come and apologise to her when I would observe how she’d hug the teenager and confess that in reality the girl had not even spoken to her. On other occasions, I would come home and find out that my mother had moved us all to a new apartment somewhere in the neighborhood without telling me anything beforehand. Continue reading