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Mr. Hollingsworth December 31, 2010

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If there ever was a man I feared in Phoenix Village, was Mr. Hollingsworth.  He lived towards the end of Phoenix about a stone’s throw from the back dam.  I think his house was close to Reuben Archer’s house and across from the Dorne’s old property.  He was a man with a disability but you wouldn’t think so. He was a proud, quiet man who didn’t get involved in community life. He pretty much kept to himself. He was about 5’ 4” slight built and sapodilla brown skin. I never saw his head. He always wore a hat.  His first wife, I think her name was Anna or Hannah, of many years died before him. She was a quiet, sweet woman and was sort of friends with my mom.  They used to talk on the street, not going home to visit or anything like that. I think I would have been scared to go into Mr. Hollingsworth house.  The Hollingsworth’s had no children.

   He was the coffin man in the village. Someone died and he would whip up a coffin in no time. I guess that’s why children feared him.  What was even stranger, he built his own coffin for when he died.  Imagine that! His wife died before him and he buried her in that then built another one for himself again. Everyone thought that was strange.  He remarried a red woman from Georgetown.   Of course, being superstitious country people, we all thought the other wife would die again before him and be buried in that coffin. He had remarried a red skinned woman from Georgetown. Everybody wondered where and how he met that woman since he kept to himself, didn’t participate in anything. He did not even go to church although I believe he was some kind of a Seventh Day Adventist believer.  This city lady was a lot more outgoing than his first wife and she was the popular chocolate and dainty lady. Every Sunday morning she would walk through the village selling homemade chocolate sticks and salara cakes.  I loved chocolate tea and was our treat on Sundays after Church.

    Mr. Hollingsworth walked with a hop and a drop – maybe he had polio as a child.  I don’t know how he got to walking that way but he was a proud man. He commanded respect and he was a crafts person. His backyard was on a sand bed and was full of awaroes, really nice thick, juicy ones. I and my cousins, Ellis and Rita, sometimes Orson and Waldwin used to go and steal the awaroes that dropped from the tree. It was also so scary. If he got a glimpse of us he would yell so loudly he scoot off like there is no tomorrow.  We had heard that people were buried behind his house and that it used to be a burial ground but that did not stop us but it was scary.

     Later on the new Mrs. Hollingsworth used to bring her two nephews for August and at Christmas time – two cute little boys.  I can’t remember their names but one had an eye that was smaller than the other.  He was a good friend and the boys were allowed to attend to parties and so on in the village. The little girls used to fawn over them because they were city boys and more “civilized” (tongue in cheek).  Mr. and Mrs. Hollingsworth died, Mr. Hollingsworth died first. I think the house was let to one or both of those boys and I’m not sure who is living there now or what has become of it.

Hibiscus reminds of my yard. My dad made a fence out of it


Guyanese who perished in 9-11 December 29, 2010

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Leguan’s political son, Winston Murray, laid to rest

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Scores of Leguan residents said goodbye to ‘Lloyd’, the name by which PNCR Parliamentarian Winston Murray was well known on the Essequibo River island, in a ceremony at the St. Peter’s Anglican Church today.

 The hearse carrying Murray’s casket driving along the stelling shortly after arriving on the island of Leguan.

Murray was interred in the Church’s cemetery just before 3 pm following tributes from the various administrative regions, close friends, and supporters, on the island of his birth. Under overcast skies, Murray’s body arrived at the island just before mid-day and was taken in a procession to the church for the service.

Murray’s casket in the churchyard of the St. Peter’s Anglican Church. To the left of the casket is Murray’s widow Marva, who is supported by a relative.

Following its conclusion, he was interred in the churchyard and six doves -representing the six races of Guyana, were released.

Murray’s associates taking his casket out of the hearse as they are about to continue the procession to the church on foot.

November 30, 2010 Guyanese turned out first at Parliament Buildings and then at the St George’s Cathedral to pay tribute to former deputy prime minister and PNCR-1G MP Winston Murray CCH who was remembered by political colleagues and friends as a patriot and selfless man who dreamt of creating a better Guyana.

Looks like Leguan Stelling


St. George's Cathedral


Winston Murray dead at 69

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Winston Murray

Read about the life and times of this incredible son of Leguan. I am proud of him.


Leguan girl doing good things December 17, 2010

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Born on Leguan Island, Bibi Khan now resides in Canada but for the past four years she has been returning annually to Leguan to spend a month during which time she holds training sessions for youths and gives whatever help she can to seniors and children.

Bibi Khan (centre) looks on as the girls work on their floral arrangements.

At first, Bibi would donate money to impoverished persons on the island. However, because she could not afford to help all those really in need, she set up the Leguan Community Relief Organisation, which she registered in Ontario in 2008, in order to “do and give more to the needy.”
The NGO has not been registered in Guyana because at first the persons she approached to take up positions, resisted being in the forefront. However, after her last visit here, during which time she spent five months, she was able to encourage the women to take a proactive role in bettering their lives. Next year, she expects to undertake its registration locally.
As part of the outreach to garner support for her efforts, Bibi has entered into a partnership with Human Concern International (HCI) based in Ottawa. HCI participates in relief assistance programmes, health and education projects and women empowerment projects. It focuses on eliminating poverty, improving livelihoods and social conditions, supporting gender equality, and encouraging participative practices.
“The community has responded very well, I have full support from the Neighbourhood Democratic Council (NDC) and region members, as we are giving skills to the women of Leguan,” Bibi said.
On her most recent trip, she conducted a course in floral arrangement for six in-school youths and their mothers. The aim was to provide them with life skills which they can utilize during the upcoming Christmas season to gain income.
Since there is no community centre in the community, she rented a house to hold the training course. She also sponsored a trip to Neesha’s Flower Shop, so that they could see examples of other works and how to apply what they had learnt.
Bibi indicated that previously several youths benefited from training in catering where they learnt to make guava cheese, fried rice and ‘fruits’ from carambola (five-finger), among others. The expenses associated with acquiring the inputs were borne fully by her organisation.

The girls display their completed floral arrangements.

When she returns next year, she hopes that she will have a bigger group and plans to teach them to make cushions, pillow cases and bags.
After a chance meeting with the owner of Pandama Wines Warren Douglas, she was able to secure a promise from him that when she returns, he will visit the island to teach some women how to make wines using local fruits.
Before leaving the country, Bibi secured a meeting with Minister Robeson Benn requesting that Leguan be put on the list to receive mangroves to replant around the island. This led her to a meeting Dr. Oudho Homenauth of the National Agricultural Research Institute (NARI) whom she asked for spices for her group to plant. It is expected that by January next year, the group would be in receipt of spices such as turmeric, ginger and black pepper for them to plant.
“My dream is to build a community centre,” Bibi said while noting that this is her biggest goal. While she may be overseas, her vision is to have the centre fully functional and staffed which will benefit the residents so that they can produce all their pieces in one location. Once she would have finished the centre, she hopes that residents on the island would become more involved. She added, “I hope that I can succeed.”


The popsticle lady December 8, 2010

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If you lived in Phoenix Leguan you will remember Mrs. Sookram. They had a sweet shop at the end of the village just before the backdam road. Every afternoon about  three or four o’clock she or her husband would walk down the street with their flasks or coolers selling custard blocks or coolaid – for about a penny or 5 cents.  That was our kind of ice cream on a stick except it wasn’t on a stick.  On a hot day, that went down well.

     The Sookram were dark-skinned people, very short  and lives a quiet life.  Mrs. Sookram had a very fine voice. They had two children a boy and a girl.  You know, I can’t even remember their names.  I know my friend from Florida will remember, he has a good memory.  The son and me were in the same class and he used to act more Black than East Indian.  He had many black friends and the only Indian boy who used to attend the village dances and so on. He was a good dancer for an Indian guy.  You know although we grew up so close that East Indian people did not go to dances etc. they were more strict with their daughters but that didn’t stop any hanky panky.  Boyfriends and girl friends met by the light of the moon under mango or star apple trees or under the cloak of darkness under the bottomhouse at night – their parents blind as a bat never suspecting anything.

Anyway the Sookrams provided an important service and made a decent living from selling their coolaid and custard blocks.  They were delicious. It was heavy with vanilla essence and sweet.  It didn’t matter because we didn’t eat as much sweet as the children are today. Oh my God.  No wonder we have a weight problem all over the place.  In Leguan most of our sweet tooth was filled with mangoes, star-apple, sapadilla and papaya.


Since we have links with Britain December 1, 2010

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You might be interested in this Obituary:

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: 
– Knowing when to come in out of the rain; 
– Why the early bird gets the worm; 
– Life isn’t always fair; 
– and maybe it was my fault.. 

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don’t spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition. 

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. 

It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion. 

Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their 20 victims. 

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn’t defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.. 

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement. 

Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife, Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his son, Reason. 

He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers; 
I Know My Rights 
I Want It Now 
Someone Else Is To Blame 
I’m A Victim 

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.



             I think AECL’s Common Sense was murdered years ago by Policy and Procedure!