Extracts from Responses - 1
Posted by randallbutisingh on November 12, 2007
EXTRACTS from RESPONSES … Thanks!!
Thank you all for your responses to my blogs ….. your words of encouragement and love give me the strength and inspiration to continue my work. I cannot answer them all as quickly as I would like to. I publish extracts of a few here:
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How are you (Mr. Butisingh)? It’s been a long time. I have been enjoying your wonderful words. I can still envision your beautiful form and such steadfast strength and inspiration. I pray that you are in good health and enjoying life. I hope you have a wonderful Diwali. May the blessings of Mother Lakshmi be with you today and always. May you continue to light the hearts of others as the deeya lights the world.
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Many thanks, I’ve been boasting about you and your achievements to my mother, who you taught in primary school (St. Augustine’s) in Buxton. You also taught me at the same school, I think in third standard. My mom sends her regards. Keep up the good work.
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Thank you for responding. I am very happy to know that it is you and that you are doing so well. I will continue to read your blogs, which I have already found very inspirational and I strive to be as alert and well as you as I get older.
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We need more people like you in this world. I live in Brazil since I left Guyana 30 years ago I have learnt Portuguese by teaching it. Like you, I am a teacher. I teach children from 4 to 6. I am very concerned about the future of the education in Brazil and all over the world. I am quite sure you have noticed how education has been degraded today.
I lived in Georgetown until I was fourteen years, but what I learnt in my school and home is still in me. So now I apply my “Guyanese” method of teaching in my school which has brought great results. Children leave my school and enter public or private schools as advanced kids. How wonderful is that, isn’t it? By the way, I am a handicapped person, I have been using a wheel chair for twenty nine years, but very active as I don’t allow my situation to keep me back.
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I am so glad that I am lucky enough to receive your thoughts for the day, poems etc. via email. I am always interested in any material that gives inspiration towards a better life. Since your name was familiar to me, I logged on to your website and found that not only was your name familiar, but I do know who you are. My brother and I both attended Lusignan Government School back in the 1960’s when you and my Mom were both teachers there at the time. …. As a child, I remember seeing you walking through the village a tall slim man with curly salt and pepper hair. Am I right? If I am, it is a pleasure hearing from you.
November 14, 2007 at 2:22 am
Thank you Mr. Butisingh.
Your insightful writings are surely very inspiring. You have lifted the banner of Buxton to a new height. And you are carrying it loftily. You have made us so proud of your great work. So on behalf of all of Buxton I wish to express our profound respect, love and adoration for you. You have earned your place amongst the honorable messers: Fredricks, Younge, Nana Culley, Mammy Fiffee, Eusi, Magarel and many other Buxtonians.
Every time I read your writing it reminds me of the “Buxton Battle Song” which was written and arranged by Teacher Ruby John and others from Buxton.
The Buxton Battle Song
Thou will’t not cower in the dust
Buxton my own native land
Thy glorous name shall never rust
Oh Buxton my own native land
Remember Fredricks, Yes we must
The Buxton scholarship his thrust
And now he slumbers in the dust
In Buxton my own native land
And now may every boy and girl
In Buxton my own native land
His heart and brain all day employed
For Buxton my own native land
To add to our illustrous line
Of sons and daughters, who all time
Gave of their best that they may shine
For Buxton my own native land.
Repeat the last verse
Keep up the good works
Mboya Wood
November 14, 2007 at 5:07 am
Dear Sir,
More than forty five years ago i addressed you as Sir.At that time i was attending Lusignan
Government School.I rerember how you comanded the respect and admiration from the
teaching staff and how you were a great inspiration to all students who attended L.G.S.
With your writings over the years you continue to inspire people the world over and that
is a great accomplishment.Please continue to touch and remind us that we all could make
great contributions to the human kind.
Sincerly yours.
Kenneth Wilkinson
November 14, 2007 at 11:48 pm
Dear Mr. Butisingh:
I would like to reintroduce myself to you as a former student and pupil of St. Agustine’s School. I am in touch with Lydon Barton who gave me your website. My name is Muriel Brutus maiden name Freeman. We were two sisters attending the above school. However, I recall those good old days with Mr. Russell, King, Cromwell, Ogle and many more. I remember the last time I saw you were teaching at Lusignan. My husband worked as Senior Dispenser at Lusignan Hospital and the adjoining estates Non-Pariel and Enmore, you will be familiar with the Guyanese term sicknurse or Dispenser Brutus. I would like to congratulate you on your achievement and your good health. I have visited your site and read your article which is very inspiring together with your verse THOUGHT. I hope you will continue to do what you like best with the help of the Lord..
God Bless.
Muriel
PS: Do not give up on the brain (use it or you will lose it)
November 15, 2007 at 12:43 pm
Good morning Randall,
It´s a beautiful , sunny day today in Manaus. I would still be here for about two more weeks,so we will still be in contac until then , that´s if you haven´t travelled by then. Today I have a lot of packing to supervise and am a it anxious to get back home.
Here is something I´d like to share with you:
If I could,I´d write for you a rainbow
And splash it with all the colors of God
And hang it in the window of your being
So that each new God´s morning
Your eyes would open first
to hope and promise
If I could,I´d wipe away your tears
And hold you close forever in shalom.
But God never promised
I could write a rainbow,
Never promised I could suffer for you,
Only promised I could love you.
That I do .
Hope you enjoy this poem.
Te amo,
Sandra
November 15, 2007 at 12:49 pm
Dear Uncle Randall …
Greetings from Florida … and hoping all is well …!
This email is sent to express my profound pleasure visiting your blog and reading your insights.
Amidst all the social and political miseries that seem to be the unfortunate lot for most in present-day Guyana, you have become the rose in that dreary desert, holding reign with literary sanity, reaching back into a time when decency and civil respect were an everyday occurrence.
Please include me on your mailing list as I keenly look forward to your words of wisdom …
Regards …
John “Slingshot” DrePaul
http://www.tropicalwaves.net
November 17, 2007 at 7:06 am
dear Randall,
You are indeed wonderful. How blessed I am for knowing you. I went into your web site and spent a glorious time there. Congratulations. Your humility and your love make you truly great. i am proud and honored to have your acquaintance.
The mail you sent me entitled ‘thinking of you’ was resent to me by a friend of yours named Paul. He included five pictures of you and a letter expressing his respect for you. I was touched. Teresa also sent a similar note along with the forwarded mail.
I will keep you informed of the progress of my books. wish me luck. Stay well All my love,
Stephanie.
January 19, 2008 at 3:02 am
Date: Wed, 31 Oct 2007 12:52:42 -0400
From: Violet.Chowbay@montgomerycollege.edu
To: randallbutisingh@hotmail.com
Dear Mr. Butisingh,
My brother, Compton, just forwarded to me your website and felt compelled to write to you because my emotions got the better of me when I read your poems. Words cannot explain the pride I fell as I read your writings. It gives me enormous pride to be a Guyanese and an honor to be able to say that I know you.
You may not know me, but we lived in Buxton and then in Courbane Park. I know Joan because we went to Annandale High School – she was in the same class with my brother Frankie. My father’s name is Dan. I remembered that my grandmother always referred to you as “Teacher Randall.” It is quite a blessing to be able to communicate with you and I hope that you would write me back.
Take care and I am looking forward to hearing from you. Give my regards to Joan.
Sincerely,
Violet Chowbay