Posts Tagged ‘Buxton’

AFRODEZIAC PROFESSOR DR. BRADLEY BABA TUNDAE SOLOMON DIES

AFRODEZIAC PROFESSOR DR .BRADLEY BABA TUNDAE SOLOMON DIES

By Waltie Ainsworth

Guyana is in deep mourning with the untimely passing of Dr Cyril Bradley Baba Tundae Solomon 71, in Georgia a few short days ago.  Bradley as he was familiarly known in Guyana lectured in Economics at the Universities of the West indies and Guyana for several years.

Bradley migrated in the 90s and originally lived in the Philadelphia neighborhood and later remigrated  to Atlanta where he continued teaching as a life long professor in Black Colleges.

He first started teaching in the 60s at Golden Grove Secondary before moving on to County High School in Buxton where he gained tremendous notoriety as a conscientious professor and administrator…. With Eusi Kwayana as his mentor.  Continue reading

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REO Eddy Johnson dies suddenly – By Waltie Ainsworth

Through it All – Andre Crouch

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REO Eddy Johnson dies suddenly

By Waltie Ainsworth

Former Regional Executive Officer(REO), Region Three, Eddy Johnson, age 78, died early Easter Sunday morning in a City hospital Georgetown, Guyana after complaining the day before of discomfort in his stomach. Eddy was retired for more than 20 years but still maintained a fiduciary position with the PSU credit union. He was the principal signatory for all loans and letters of credit disbursed over the last 30 years.

Eddy was a cultural icon with original roots in Hopetown, WCB. In the early days he was a school teacher before elevating himself as a community development officer assigned to Linden, Suddie, Buxton and later Fort Wellington. He later served as a Permanent Secretary in the Ministry of Housing during the Burnham Era.

This writer over the years was introduced to all his siblings and family even though he sometimes gave the impression of being single but not singular.  Continue reading

TWO COMPELLING AND COMPASSIONATE ONES PASS ON

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TWO COMPELLING AND COMPASSIONATE ONES PASS ON

They both lived in New York and separately maintained homes and delivered charitable works in their respective communities.

Last week a Cousin Agnes Grant 94, was laid to rest the morning after the traditional; and all night celebration of Soiree. Over the last fifty years Cousin Agnes was the principal organizer of this Creole festival in Hopetown held the first Monday in August annually.

“Cow Fly”: Equally compelling and compassionate is an original Buxton man who in his adult years shifted his domicile to Victoria where he had a second mortgage.  Continue reading

TAYLOR TEA/PARISH TEA: STRICTLY CONFIDENTIAL

TAYLOR TEA/PARISH TEA:  STRICTLY CONFIDENTIAL            

BY EWALT AINSWORTH           04 13 2012

The COFFEE BOYS…a lose collection of East Coast men had caucus over the Easter weekend and are  furious; they are threatening to bring a lawsuit against the Jagdeo/Ramotar administration for driving a nail into the coffin of Taylor tea in Buxton and parish tea in Victoria.  The duo killed this annual church-based event a few short years ago that is held at various times in various parishes/communities under the aegis and sponsorship of the Anglican/Episcopalian diocese.

This event, irrespective of the host community, had a certain format and precise timing; the first Monday after Easter, Cove and John.  And from then onwards, it moves to Belladrum, Litchfield (Father Riehl) and then back to Buxton in the heat of the summer, the Monday before school re-opens.   Continue reading

LINDEN HAS PAID ITS PRICE FOR POWER IN BLOOD

LINDEN HAS PAID ITS PRICE FOR POWER IN BLOOD      

BY EWALT AINSWORTH              04 13 2012

There is a symbiotic relationship between Buxton and Linden and this PPP government, is always gnawing, scratching, scraping and trying to knock back Buxton for not supporting them at the polls last elections.  Linden too did not rise to the occasion for the PPP in spite of the millions and jerseys Lumumba and Mboya paid out, and so they vex unto now.

Historically, the people of Buxton and now Linden have been paying thru their teeth to keep a roof over their heads and food on the table.  No other sector of society has had to make as much sacrifice and adjustments as Linden.  Linden is Buxton.  One in four houses in Linden, houses a resident from Buxton.  The rest of folks came to dormitories from Belladrum, Litchfield, Hopetown, Ithaca, Fern, Alness and Skeldon.           Continue reading

THE SOVEREIGNTY OF VILLAGES

THE SOVEREIGNTY OF VILLAGES        

By Ewalt Ainsworth                                     03 12 2012

In the heat of the winter a few short years ago Gt-Goatie called urging “come represent.”  His second mortgage and now wife, who originally hails from Buxton, welcomed me with open arms to the bustling christening off Norwood Street in East Orange, NJ.  Once settled, I realised that I was one of four people from Victoria.  House full, kitchen full and basement had standing room only.  I had to become a counter revolutionary and stand to attention and nurse the items of roti and curry, channa pockets, Creole food and dense beers as per request every 20 minutes or so.

While there that solitary Sunday but noise-filled party, I discovered village matters.  Every Buxtonian in the party did not make it a secret of his sovereignty; he/she spoke in superlatives and conducted every conversation in such a way that the village was good and could never be better because of the reservoir of the talent pool, knowledge base and the resourcefulness of the people.  One man, whose mother was from Victoria and father from Buxton, tried playing it both ways and succeeded.  Village matters.    Continue reading

WHICH WAY YOU’RE GOING BILLY?

WHICH WAY YOU’RE GOING BILLY?                   02 07 2012

BY EWALT AINSWORTH

My best recollections of Mashramani celebrations were during the first MASH in February 1970, dancing to the strains of ‘Nona Permaul and the Playboys’ at Rollo Young’s ‘CLUB-65’ in Buxton.   I can recall the dashiki outfit and the anxiety about buying my own beer and spitting back in the bottle to conserve.  Nothing has changed.  And so I just want to reflect and genuflect about expectations and boog-a-loos politicians promise and end up with cat-boil.

The song that incentivized me and had me going round and round and begging for a next dance is hardly known to most people unless you are my age.  Up to this day, I have a thing about the song and it still reverberates in my head 42 years later; it is more a question…WHICH WAY YOU’RE GOING BILLY by the ‘Poppy Family.’ (First released in 1969).  A lot a lot a people cannot answer this question don’t matter who ask them and how they ask them.  Continue reading