“1, 2 buckle my shoe, 3, 4 shot the door, 5, 6 pickup sticks, 7, 8 lay them straight, 9, 10 a big fat hen! Clapping games were so much fun! 🙂
Practice makes perfect, but at this age, my hands hurt before I finished the last line. Oh yes! It’s good to reminisce, about my school days right here in sweet Trinidad and Tobago.
Permit me to say it was definitely worth my while! You see most of us were actually allowed to be kids create, explore, and invent. The world was bigger than its actual size, huge to conquer in every imaginable way! Sesame Street made it so easy an ally or sorts!
Firstly the day started off with a hint of magic in the air, the magnificent voice on my little cream radio was truly an inspiration to me. I looked forward to listen to Dave Elcock a radio announcer on 610 Radio.
He played my absolute favorite song “One day at a time” by Cristy Lane a very comforting song, I sang word for word. Soon after the Calypso king of the World, The Mighty Sparrow’ sang his song “Education” that’s when my grand mom would shout at the top of her lungs “You better listen eh, go to school and learn well, otherwise later on in life you go ketch real hell”!
Powerful lady indeed, look she put the ear in ‘fear’ (ring ears) because I listened,dare not make a statement, no soirée, because licks would have come forthwith (lol).
Funny though, at age 8 I believed my grandmother was the best hairdresser in the land, but I just could not understand why the style remained the same day after day.
Walking to school was an adventure I begged my parents to stop at the Lord Harris Square on Pembroke Street to allow me to touch the ‘teemari’ plant for the leaves to close pretty cool trick!
When I arrived at school, my heart leapt with joy my itinerary was already planned from the prior day. In the morning hop-scotch no fighting until my turn, hide ‘n’seek at recess time.
Don’t forget to run to the gate to catch the ‘original ‘palette man on his bicycle which somehow had a unique bell, strawberry was my favorite, practically the whole school was able to detect from the moment he arrived always on time, Mr. Ralph Snr. meant business.
For lunch we would eat quickly in order to play moral, jacks, marbles and rounder’s before the school bell rang. Our principal Mrs. Moore was strict as they come; no one wanted to become acquainted with the guava whip on her desk.
In the afternoon as we waited on our parents to return home we used the swings, ate plums, doungs and penna-cool from the school cafeteria.
Today it delights me when I see bits & pieces of my school days being re-enacted by my nieces and nephews, playing the same games before they do their home work or at weekends, it simply means the tradition is still being passed on from one generation to the next.
Joy to the max school dayz still is the best days!
What made your school days special?