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Lets ABIDE in Him

Hear nah.. I on dis yahoo answers for months now and is only now i checkin out dis trinbago forum. I jess so glad to see it yuh hear!
Yes gyal.. ah echo all dem sweet memories u put up here fuh we tuh read:)
Dey sweet too bad. Warm up meh heart as I recall similar if not identical moments in life growing up in Trinidad.
I remember cleanin de house out fuh christimas. Gosh dat was hard wok in we skin, but de joys of preparing for de big day wit all de christmas carols peeling over de hills. De " Christimas breeze" blowing cool and full of de smell of paint and bakin ham and bread and cake mixed in to it...De sweetness of it can only be lived.

Another ting. Dem old ladies climbin de hills. In Belmont where I grow up had reaaaaal tall hills. Up in Belle Eau Road dem hill could break man back. But talk bout fun up dey? Growing up with a larger population of boys to girls we girls had to learn how tuh run ball jess like dem fellas. Climb coconut tree and smoothe guava trees. Dem guavas aye cork only ONE ah we in we days. hehe.

I remember we had ah wall with ah big ole ditch near de guava tree. Dem fellas go jess stay dry so from de wall and jump over to de guava tree in one leap. Well my friend Camie feel she was ah boy and gorn and jump. Well CHILE! hahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.. all we see was pink dress flyin like bat in de air and Camie land on de grong in ah huff ah pink frills. Well who aye pee deyself laffin went over tuh ask she if she was orrite. I was not one ah dem.
Gyal de memories are endless yet dey will live in we hearts and we go pass it on to we chirren up here. I living in Canada for ah lil while now but my husband is trini too and is so we does crack up here over we childhood memories. Pothound dog chassin yuh, madmen talkin tuh deyself all over port of spain..de lil chinese man shop sellin prunes and peppa mango, de teacher big stick she use tuh cut yuh tail wit...getting ah " drop " in yuh neighbour car when yuh walk up de road...
Look .. lemme stop before i write ah book.. hehe
talk care eh love

nice question dey
sandy

StevieV

Driving to Mayaro or Manzanilla beach and stopping in Sangre Grande for drinks then just before Manzanilla for poulorie and doubles. We would swim, then eat then swim again then get out of the sandy bathing suits before we went home (that was always a treat cause I always thought people were watching us). Warm memories. Thanks for asking Gibbsy!

Doc

I can't remember my childhood, I killed those brain cells with alcohol :)

Well besides the licks........Christmas was the only time we actually came back to Trinidad, but I could remember the food, and the smell of the house all clean and freshly painted and trying to stay up to see Santa.

hottawarrior - win lose or draw

i still love shelling peas even though i dont like the taste of fresh pigeon peas. lol. and hated cutting up all that carrots in tiny tiny 'perfect' cubes for fried rice.
talking bout stew chicken..lmao, girl d first time ah stew chicken, ah bun d sugar too much. ah try again, it come out sweet, sweet, ah ent complain, ah try ah third time, it still ent come out good, sooooo, i stopped stewing chicken until bout 2 years ago. ah guess age does help, cause ah figure out exactly what to do to stew d chicken dat time. but ah does make ah mean bake chicken, never had a problem there lol.

but i remember my grandfather cutting cane for d patch behind the house, and we playing big and want to peel cane with we teeth, and then cant bite off the knots. lol.

Picking peas looking for stone, and having to wash rice. lol

Walking to church on ah sunday evening, everybody in the house, no questions asked - EVERYBODY, cause we could not tell my grandmother that we ent going to church! and we had neighbours along the route that going the same church with us, so it would start of with our family, and end up with bout 4 families by the time we got to church. and all of us chatting along the way. lol. Church was about 10 minutes walk from home btw. That used to be realll fun.

My grandmother kept a Thanksgiving every year until she died, so it would be packing the thanksgiving bag with all my aunts and cousins, and peeling 100lbs ah potato d night before, and my granddad cutting up mango for amchar. this is where i learn to make sugarcake btw. lol. and the best part of all ah this is all the sugarcake, fudge, kurma, cake, sweetbread, and other snacks it would have in the house after wards.

Jouvert

Good question!
Some of my warmest memories are of playing mas with my Mother. I spent some of my formative years living in the United States while my father attended school. We moved to Trinidad when I was 10 years old. Even though I was born there, coming home was like entering a strange new world.
My mother was very interested in indoctrinating my sister and me into the culture pronto. We started playing mas in primary school in Kiddie's Carnival, but one of my proudest days was when I was old enough to play "Big Mas". The first time I crossed that Savannah stage (under Mommy's ever watchful eye) I thought I had died and gone to heaven! My sister and I still play mas and fete with our parents to this day.

Mr.Knowitall

baking xmas cookies with my mom, making pizza with my dad. Going out to the country to pick strawberries and eating more and having diarhea. My mom letting me lick the beaters.

Sugga

i remember going to the market on Sundays to buy provisions, crabs, seasonings for Sunday lunch; bread, and black pudding for Sunday breakfast. i remember cooking sunday lunch w/my mom too. i hated picking callaloo bush, being extra careful it don't "scratch" meh and cutting up carrots and sweet peppers for fried rice. i also remember the first time i try to cook some stew chicken for meh mother. i bun the sugar too much!! i was about 10!

i also remember my father picking me from school on friday evenings and taking me to the mall for ice-cream or taking me to the beach to get the red out of my eye when i had red eye.

xmas time was nice too. my parents would go food shopping and bring home "plenty food". my mother's friends made puncheon. my mother baked black cakes, i would help her by licking the bowl and spoon. she still makes them too! i remember putting away the house for xmas/new years and waiting on xmas eve for my relatives from the US to come.

c w

CLEANING SHRIMP - I HAD TO CUT OUTTHE **** STRING
SCALING FISH
PICKING RICE
SIFTING FLOUR
SHELLING PEAS
SORREL-OH YEAH!!
ALL FUN TIMES!!

boy_jam_arch

You question let on a wild goose chase, I am with you on the pea shelling,I, love to watch those little worms wiggling their little body.

Sunnyvale_Girl

walking barefoot down to the park with my best friend, susan. jumping up and walking along the sea wall...hanging out there until the sun came down. weekend trips to mayaro...shark/bake on the beach. yummie! shadow benny sauce to top the shark/bake...everyone liming at our house on a lazy sunday afternoon....

Ocean C

I have warm memories of my mother making roti seeing her
grinding the dahl the smell of the geera and waiting to sink my teeth into the roti while it hot. My cousins and I were playing in the yard one night and one of them said to me that my mother was making roti I was not aware of this so I said I don't think so. We argued for a bit with his brother even siding with me. So eventually I decided to settle the matter by going upstairs to find out and there she was in the kitchen bilnah in hand making roti I was about nine years old. When my mother made roti she would send some for my cousins and their parents because she enjoyed sharing and everyone enjoyed eating her roti and curry!

julien

Hunting with daddy (still have a very good safety practices with firearms), going for crayfish, camping in Toco, spending the whole August vacation in Tobago (Uncle John was posted there as a Customs Officer) even cleaning the yard on Saturdays. Oh and learing to fix bike, meh daddy help me with dat ! Mommy teach me to cook but that was later on like in late teens

eyeneva

Getting up at 4:00am on Saturday morning to go Orange Valley to buy fresh fish with my Dad... and then coming home to make fry fish with my Mom.. moonshine was my favourite....a lil mayo, lime and pepper sauce...yum.... steups.. now a hungry...

Also for Easter we used to drive around the whole island... somewhow we always used to be in Mayaro or Manzan to beat people booboolee on de side of de road....

rrbongo

sitting on my fathers shoulder and enjoying j'ouvert

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