Friday, July 02, 2010
Every so often, I run across stories that interest me of other people's attempts at communal living. Knowing what is entailed, I approach such tales with my own imagination filling in details often left out by biographers. When I came across this story of a farm/vineyard in a place just outside of Florence Italy, I was immediately captivated by the story of its founder, and equally entranced by the vision in my head of how this place in glorious Tuscany must look. I can tell you that Florence was the first city in Europe that totally won me over. It's enchanting streets, the charm and grace of its residents and its cosmopolitan lifestyle filled me with a yearning that I can still conjure. Had I discovered this farm just miles away from the heart of the city, I might have tried to marry into one of the families that inhabit the place. Read the story here and see if it doesn't charm you and leave you wistful about the thought of what it must be like to live there.
Tuesday, May 04, 2010
This is Neeta's sister in law cooking in her kitchen which is the bottom floor of their home. It can be moved upstairs if as happened two years ago, flood waters encroach on the bottom floor. This is the reason you see many homes built on "stilts".
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Dylan's words called to me our first night in Guyana at 4:00 in the morning, and at 4:15 and 4:30.Outside the little house my wife was raised in traffic whizzed by, particularly the mini buses ubiquitous in the country on all the main roads. People in this small South American country sandwiched between Venezuela and Suriname are on the move, going to work, building their houses, traveling to market, and going back and forth to America. I learned that while everyone wants to come to America to earn money and build better lives for their children, everyone also cherishes the simple life they have in Guyana filled with the sounds of laughter, Caribbean hip hop and roosters in the yard. My ten days in this tropical summer country gave me a new appreciation and a deeper understanding of my wife and her family, and the country they call home.
The market is composed of these rough hewed sheds lining the street filled with the fruits, vegetables, meat and fish grown, raised or caught by local people. Of course, no trip to the market could be complete without a certain amount of catching up. So, because it's been 11 years since she's lived there, Neeta spent most of the two hours we shopped there chatting with old neighbors.
"No Krishna. No Buddha. No Allah. Just Jesus. Jesus saves!" Holdingher Bible high, a woman parades up and down the street hawking Christ. Most of the country's Afro Caribbean population are either Christian or Muslim. Most of the Indians are Hindu, but it's not unusual to find a statue of Christ among the gods and goddesses in a temple.
There is no such thing as baby sitters in Guyana. Families take care of their own adding bedrooms to the house as generations multiply. When she was in sixth grade, Neeta's mom died forcing her to leave school to care for her younger brother and sister and do the cooking. All her older brothers and sisters had by that time, married and moved on. Now, there are five family homes. Dad lives with Neeta's younger brother and his wife and two kids in the original family home. Of Neeta's older brothers, one died and one lives with his wife, son and grandchild in a neighboring community. Satee has a daughter and her three grandchildren with her and a son who lives separately, and Indira and her husband live with two of their kids and their three grandchildren.
This is Indira's daughter, the 20 something Ranita and 13 year old Sandee who is the daughter of Sharda, Satee's daughter. Very quiet and reserved, Sandee exhibits maturity far beyond her age. I wouldn't be surprised to see her married in a few years.She is enrolled in a business course in Second Form.
Every house has an altar, and every day begins with a prayer.Though not fervent, Guyanese Hindus respect religion as evident by the large statue of Lord Hanuman you see at the top of this page. Everyone who can afford it does a yearly thanksgiving ceremony to the god or goddess of their choice, and in the process, feeds family and neighbors with a traditional 7 curry feast afterward. People rely on each other and on the kindness of neighbors. The day is measured by food. It seems that meals are always being prepared, always available, though eating together isn't a priority.There are banana trees, coconut palms and a myriad of other fruit species in almost every yard and people also grow some vegetables like bagee which is a spinach like green, squash and bigan (eggplant). Rice and sugar cane are grown commercially. Chicken, duck, lamb, goat, pork for the non Muslims and beef for the non Hindus are sold in the markets and supermarket stores or raised by people individually. It is not unusual to see cattle, sheep or goats grazing freely on the roads miraculously surviving the vehicle traffic and finding their way home at night.The roads are busy with animals, horse carts and people flagging down the aforementioned mini buses which hold a driver, a conductor who collects fares and as many people as they can squeeze in (often 15 or more). People drive on the left at break neck speeds, but most vehicles have steering wheels on the right, a remnant of British rule, I suppose or a death wish.
Kids go to schools that are like long open box cars to afford some ventilation.Class sizes are generally large and teachers aren't above smacking hands with their rulers. It's all very British. Aside from the rice and sugar cane industry, there is mining and a lot of construction. As people grow wealthier (many from contributions from their relatives in the US), they make improvements on their homes installing in door plumbing, stoves and refrigerators and rebuilding with concrete instead of wood. Infrastructure is poor. There is water piped in to most homes and electricity available most of the time. We encountered about 8 to 10 blackouts of from 10 minutes to one hour while we were there.No one has hot water, except maybe the very rich, so you bathe by throwing the cool tap water over yourself. Except in the early morning, this is pleasant since temperatures are hot and often humid.
Most people have dogs to protect their property at night, but don't treat them as we do. They generally wander the streets by day and get fed with table scraps at night.They are tolerated rather than loved as part of the family. Parrots and monkeys are more likely to be given attention as pets. It's the third world.
This is the simple home where Neeta grew up very happy with 7 brothers and sisters.
After she married and saved to open a small business, and saved again, she built this home. Unfortunately, she never got the opportunity to live in it, preferring to move to the United States where she eventually decided to marry me and live happily ever after.
Whether you have a kitchen or not, many people still do a lot of cooking outside.This is edo (a kind of root vegetable like cassava) and eggplant being cooked.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Many today find his writing dated- his characters unsympathetic. I cherished his books, and loved the sad tortured people who inhabited his stories. I remember reading Catcher in the Rye at my sister Eileen's house and asking her if I could keep the book, a Signet paperback in its fourteenth printing in 1960. Perhaps it was because he chose to remain a recluse that I find him so remarkable. He seemed so like his wounded characters. And, perhaps I saw in many of his characters a hint of myself. I've given so many young people his books as gifts hoping they would be as moved by his writing as I had been. J. D. Salinger an American icon, dead at 91years.
Monday, November 23, 2009
The Christmas Diorama, 2008. Readers may note the Big Gray replica on the lower right hand side as being close to but smaller than the real house which consisted of three floors plus the attic.
I love dioramas. I believe I think I became a teacher because I knew it would allow me time to create dioramas with my kids. I have two grandchildren now as many of my readers know, so it allows me to see their delight every year at seeing my masterpiece- the Christmas diorama. This year, I'm integrating an HO train into the scene, and I've been preparing my backdrop by including a tunnel from which the little freight will emerge. Oh yes! I built it around a frame I had with paper mache. Today, Nov. 23, I started rearranging my furniture to see if the plan I had made in my head for the space would work. I think it will be perfect. The diorama will be on display from December 5 to January 17. Be sure and visit for the holidays!