November 18, 2009
Buxton-Friendship
Buxton-Friendship
By Harry Hergash
Harry Hergash, a graduate of the University of Guyana, taught at the Annandale Government Secondary from 1964 to 1969. He immigrated to Canada in 1974.
In this column I would like to share my recollections of the village of Buxton-Friendship, East Coast Demerara. Historically, after starting out as separate villages that were purchased and built by freed African slaves, they were amalgamated into one around 1841. By the beginning of the nineteen sixties, Buxton-Friendship was possibly the most progressive and prosperous village in Guyana. It was known for its highly educated sons and daughters, civic minded citizens, hard working farmers and fisherman, skilled tradesmen, and prosperous business people, where citizens of African and Indian origins lived together peacefully.
Indians, who started arriving in the village in the 1890s, emulated the Africans in striving for education and social betterment in the country. By the 1950s they were scattered throughout the village with concentrated enclaves in the area along the seashore, referred to as Buxton Front, where there were some of the most renowned sea-fishermen in the country; on both sides of the railway embankment around the railway station where they worked as pawnbrokers and jewellers, and operated clothing and hardware stores; and in the area along Brush dam where they raised cattle and grew rice in adjoining estate lands. Most if not all of them adhered to Indian cultural traditions, and Buxton could boast of having some of the most educated and finest Indian musicians and singers of Chowtaals, Ramayan and Bhajans.
I remember Saturdays and Mondays as prime market days at the municipal market next to the Post Office, just off Company Road, a stone’s throw from the railway station. The interaction and relationships between Africans and Indians were based on mutual respect and trust, befitting two peoples who depended on the fruits of each other’s labour. Indians from the estate areas of Lusignan Pasture and Annandale Sand Reef to the West and Vigilance to the East would bring their produce of garden vegetables (ochro, bora, calaloo, etc.) to sell to the African villagers who would sell them fruits, plantains and ground provisions (cassava, eddoes, sweet potatoes, etc.). Both groups would then patronise the fishermen and the butchers who operated their stalls in a corner of the market where the odour was quite distinct. Before noon, the efficient Mr. Brown would have already completed his rounds and collected from vendors all market fees.
During my childhood in the 1950s, I traversed every street and cross street in the combined village in the company of my grandparents and uncles who sold feed to the many self-employed villagers who farmed the back-lands and raised chicken and pigs in their yards. Every Sunday morning we travelled around the village in a dray cart hauled by three donkeys laden with paddy, broken rice and bhoosi (pulverized rice shells produced during milling) which was sold to customers to be used as chicken and pig feed. By midday, with our task completed after serving the last customer along Friendship Middle Walk, we would stop at the Esso station, the first petrol station to be built on the East Coast of Demerara, where I would get a treat of Brown Betty ice-cream or Fudgsicle while the elders collected the “wet-cell” battery that had been left the week before for recharging.. In those days, radio sets of that period with names such as KB, Grundig, Phillips and Pye, were operated in the rural areas with current from a battery similar to a motor-car’s battery that had to be recharged periodically at a gas station.
Regrettably, the madness of racial discord and intolerance raised its ugly head in the country in 1963 and by 1964 Buxton-Friendship, like other parts of the country, was consumed. As Indians hurriedly relocated from the predominantly African villages to the safety of predominantly Indian areas, Africans did the same in the reverse. Even then, many good people on both sides risked their lives and property to help those on the other side, but it was not enough to stem the mass migration from villages and the formation of segregated communities. This was the beginning of squatting areas or shantytowns in Guyana. Overnight pastures and swamplands were cramped with makeshift houses and places like Lusignan East and West, Haslington, Logwood, etc. came into being.
Sadly, Buxton-Friendship never recovered from this restructuring. With independence coming shortly thereafter and government jobs becoming readily available, many African villagers deserted the self- sufficiency of independent occupations – carpentry, cabinet making, blacksmith, guttersmith, farming and the raising of livestock, opting instead for the apparent security of salaried occupations. As the village tax base deteriorated, critical infrastructural work on roads, drainage and irrigation was neglected, and by the time the oil crisis and world-wide economic downturn hit us, both citizens and the village as a whole found it difficult to cope which resulted in the serious political repercussions of later years.
Buxton-Friendship’s loss of Indian fishermen and business people was the gain of Annandale and Lusignan. Almost overnight, in the midst of the turmoil and agony of 1964, a market developed in Annandale North’s Centre Street, rechristened “Market Street”. It quickly replaced Buxton’s municipal market as the commercial centre for the surrounding areas, and by 1965, African Buxtonians were also patronizing the vendors in Annandale. Likewise many of the hardware and clothing stores relocated to Annandale. And the fishermen formerly of Buxton Front became the enterprising fishermen of Lusignan East where the fishing industry was taken to new heights as the importation of salted cod and canned fish was banned during the period of economic hardship of the 1980s.
Now more than four decades later, as I reflect on the deaths and destruction of 1964 and the havoc wreaked on the communities of Buxton and Annandale, I cannot help but recall that it was the ordinary citizens, not the external forces that combined to destabilise the country, and certainly not those individual politicians of both major parties in whose names the so many horrendous acts were perpetrated, who were the victims and losers in all the madness and mayhem. It was these ordinary folks who became homeless, and it was their children who became motherless, fatherless or orphans. And when it came to healing and restoring some semblance of peace and harmony, it was community leaders who had to pick up the pieces. It was Eusi Kwayana as the respected leader of Buxton, and Pandit Ramsahai Doobay as the respected leader of Annandale, who met with then British Colonial Secretary, Duncan Sandys, on the Annandale Side-line dam (then referred to as the Maginot line, a term used by the French in the Second World War) to discuss and work out arrangements that played their own part in establishing an uneasy peace in the villages.
I am now an emigrant from the land of my birth. As I follow developments of recent years in the communities of Buxton-Friendship and neighbouring areas, I am saddened that lessons of the past seem to have been forgotten. Ordinary citizens of these communities have once again been the victims and they are the ones who once again have to start rebuilding the good inter-personal relationships and trust, sorely damaged by needless strife and violence. The time has surely come for people to realize that while politicians remain unscathed and continue to enjoy the perquisites of office, it is they the poor folks who will always have to bear the consequences of actions by their “representatives”. It is they who have to live side by side as neighbours and interact with each other. As we look to the future, let us be guided by the actions and teachings of the elders of our communities. Let us remember a time not so very long ago, when an African grandmother would give a special bath of blue water to an Indian child to protect that child from the mythical “old-higue”, and an Indian mother would pay a penny to nominally “buy” an African child so that child could grow up to be healthy and strong. Let us remember our history.
(This is one of a series of weekly columns from Guyanese in the diaspora and others with an interest in issues related to Guyana and the Caribbean)
July 27, 2009
QUO VADIS DOMINE?
QUO VADIS DOMINE by Patanjali Ramlall.
I have contributed to this Blog in the past. Mr. Randall Butisingh, my teacher in the 1950’s at Lusignan School, East Coast Demerara, British Guiana (now Guyana), has asked me to continue my writings and submit them to his Blog for inclusion. I thank him for this wonderful opportunity. Here is my latest contribution.
QUO VADIS DOMINE?
Reflecting on the 40th anniversary of man’s landing on the moon I am still perplexed as t o why we cannot close the human divide and reach in to ourselves to stop human conflicts and share the earth without greed and wars.
I read the book QUO VADIS at age fourteen in Middle Road La Penitence, Georgetown, British Guiana, now Guyana, in 1963. And I was never able to resolve its climax; the conflict within myself about the path of mankind’s quest for ruling over and conquering that which cannot be explained in simple terms and yet not pursuing or getting in touch with that which is within himself, his spirituality. To the point – I find it interesting that on 20th July, we touched the moon forty years ago and still need to reach in and touch ourselves.
The flag planted by Americans on the moon’s surface on 20th July, 1969 in part says, “….. we come in peace.” I was amazed at those words when I saw them for the first time on Monday 20th, 2009. From the mid-1960’s to the early 1970’s the United States was waging a conflict in Vietnam for land and control of a large part of Indo-China, maiming, burning villages and crops, causing hunger, despair, creating widows and orphans, displacing and slaughtering millions, and we had the
audacity to say on the flag “we come in peace” while annihilating thousands.
On 16th March 1968, a company of US infantry entered and massacred about 500 Vietnamese peasants, mostly women and children without any threat – from the village of My Lai. On 9th March, 1969, the U.S military began secret bombing operations in Cambodia, code-named Operation Menu, without the consent of the United States Congress.These secret bombings in turn gave rise to the hideous Pol Pot regime that murdered between 1 to 3 million people.
And yet “…..we come in peace.”
What beautiful double talk, it smells.
Forty years after the moon’s landing we still wage wars – in Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iraq, etc. We sit with our arms folded and allow a murderous military machine and inhumane regime to keep in continued detention for 19 years, the legally and democratically elected president, and winner of the Nobel Peace Prize, Aung San Suu Kyi, of Burma, now Myanmar. We close our eyes to the plight of Tibetans and the ethnic minorities of China, Russia, Darfur, and other parts of the African continent. And we boast of conquering the moon.
I saw the film QUO VADIS for the first time two weeks ago and realized that what I had read of Rome and the madman Nero who lived two thousand years ago is still pervasive in this so-called modern world.
Nothing has changed except our weapons and the technology for spying – we call it “intelligence-gathering”. The fantasy world that we live in is getting us no place fast, and against the birth right of our spiritual nature. The science involved in man’s missions to the moon has enriched our material world, e.g, clothes, space food, etc., but
not one iota of how to get in touch with, and conquer our own fears and insanity arising from it.
We can make a thousand missions to the moon, Mars, Jupiter or wherever, but unless we make that inner one and first save ourselves we will be navigating a universe without direction. “We come in peace” should be our earthly resolve and spread among all nations before taking it to the stars. Man cannot give to the stars what he does not have for himself. It still smells.
Whither goest thou?
Or should I say to world leaders – QUO VADIS DOMINE?
Interestingly enough how about this on PEACE? – Henry Kissinger Secretary of State under Nixon and Ford, and one of the intellectual players of OPERATION CONDOR, a covert operation that kidnapped and killed thousands in South America, won the Nobel Prize for Peace, and Mahatma Gandhi, that apostle of Peace and non violence was denied it by the British for his insistence on Indian independence. As a matter of fact the Brits made an empty apology about holding back on the Mahatma a few years ago. Check on Henry Kissenger on the Internet for more details on “Operation Condor”.
— Patanjali Ramlall
December 21, 2008
WATERLOGGED CHRISTMAS -2008 in Guyana
Christmas looks likely to be a waterlogged one for many East Coast Demerara residents, and at Victoria, yesterday recent heavy rainfall had caused the water level to rise to well above two feet once more.
With just days to spare before the biggest holiday of the year Victorians have inches of water in their homes. Lower flat kitchens, bedrooms and living rooms are swamped leaving some villagers without a place to do their holiday entertaining.
When Stabroek News visited the area shortly after 3 pm yesterday residents were going about their daily routines as usual. Some yards had pockets of water. However, the further into Victoria we went the higher the water level became. Yards, especially those located in the backlands, have more than two feet of water. Residents told this newspaper that the flood “is nothing new”.
“Every year around this time,” Monica Amos said, “we would get flooded. As soon as the rainy season start the water would start coming in… This has been happening every year since before the big flood in 2005.”
Amos’s yard has approximately six inches of water. The floodwater is also in the woman’s lower flat bedroom and kitchen.
“Look the water come and I had to move my stove upstairs to cook. My washing machine get water all and I don’t know if it working still,” Amos explained.
Other residents face similar situations. The family of Corporal Wesley Hopkinson, the soldier who died in a boat collision on the Cuyuni River, had more than two feet of water in their yard. When Stabroek News had visited the family almost two weeks ago there had been six inches of water.
According to residents, the recent heavy rainfall caused the water level to rise once again. Onica Murphy, a resident who lives just in front of the Hopkinsons, reported that the water had receded “a little” prior to the recent rains but now it is gradually getting higher and is beginning to smell.
Like many other locations along the coast a large amount of garbage could be seen floating in the stagnant water and residents were moving through it freely, seemingly unaware of the possible health risks.
Livestock could be seen roaming the roadway yesterday because it was the closest available ground without inches of water.
“At least we’ll have each other for Christmas… regardless of the water and the trouble it is causing us we will try our best to have a joyous Christmas after all it is the season of sharing and accepting,” one resident said.
Water levels have also risen in Buxton and other villages within that vicinity despite the efforts being made by the various drainage stations to pump the water off the land.
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COMMENT:
This news report highlights the serious problems Guyana has with its drainage and irrigation systems. Every year there are floods along the Atlantic coastline especially during the rainy seasons. Three years ago in December 2005- February 2006, there was the “big flood”, which lasted for some 12 weeks in some areas, with the extreme loss of property, livestock and human life to disease.
The villages of Victoria, Bachelor’s Adventure and Buxton, mentioned in this article were some of the first villages established by the freed African slaves in the 1840’s. Lusignan, located next to Buxton was once a sugar estate, with its own factory but today it grows sugar canes for Enmore, one of the large regional factories. All the estates and villages have had intricate networks of waterways that aid in getting fresh water from the water conservancies at the south of the coast lands, and draining used and excess water into the sea to the north. This process is especially necessary in the rainy season.
The colonial estate managers ensured that their drainage systems worked well as it ensured optimum sugar production. The villages also had efficient drainage systems before 1960. However, there has been a systematic breakdown of many of the waterways and drainage systems over the last 50 years. First, there was a heavy dependence in the past on sluices or kokers in the past which discharged water into the sea at low tide. Now the drainage authorities seem to depend more on water pumps which are costly and do not have the capacity to discharge the volumes required.
Second, a lot of money and care was taken in the past to ensure that the drainage canals were dredged and cleared on a yearly basis so that the water flowed freely towards the sea. Today many canals are blocked and many of the kokers are broken or non-existent. For instance, in the 1950’s the Buxton-Friendship villages had six kokers. In 2001 there were none operational. Today, I think they have one now, so it is not a surprise that the Buxton/Lusignan areas are flooded.
It is estimated that some 80% of Guyana’s 780,000 people live along the coastlines. This is the most fertile land, built by millions of years of sediment from the Amazon and other rivers. The problem is that this land is in many cases at or below sea level. It has to be defended from the sea by building sea walls that protect it at high tides. It also has to deal with the water from the highlands in the south flowing downwards to the sea, as well as the water that collects on the land during heavy rains. The drainage systems that were designed by the Dutch who ruled Guyana from 1581-1781, were the basis of the systems used later by the British. They depended on free flowing canals and kokers which drained the lands at low tide. It is believed that the failure to upkeep and improve on these systems is the reason there are such serious flooding today.
Now, with global warming and sea levels rising as well as changing weather patterns, it seems that Guyana is in for heavier rains during the rainy seasons every year. This means that there has to be a rethinking of the drainage issues they have as this situation seems to be getting worse every year. Some fear, that with potentially rising seas and poor drainage, that the coast lands may eventually become unlivable if this situation continues. The capital, Georgetown is there, most of the people live there, and most of the agriculture and economic investment are in these areas so this is serious.
It is feared that with continued flooding and destruction of sea defences that in the coming years the Guyana as we know may be no longer. Like Mauritius, its people may have to look for higher ground to exist. In Guyana’s case the land is there but will there be the will or the economic capacity or capability to move inland.
– Cyril Bryan
December 9, 2008
Lusignan School by Patanjali Ramlall
ONE OF THE GREATEST….
My name is Patanjali Ramlall, 60 years young. I am a Graduate from Lusignan Anglican (Primary) School, having attended that school from kindergarten to when I passed my School Leaving Certificate at the age of 13 in 1962. Lusignan is a sugar estate located on the East Coast of Demerara, about 12 miles from the capital city of Georgetown, in British Guiana ( now Guyana after independence in 1966).
I strongly believe in the Esoteric School of Thought – some souls are born collectively, within a specific time to carry out a Divine plan. And it is not in our so-called reasoning to know what that plan can possibly be; moreover, the doctrine also poses difficulties for the layman outside of Esoterica, to even begin to appreciate its significance.
I am fortunate to have attended Lusignan Anglican School under the GREAT leadership of Cyril George Hopkinson (C.G.H.) Bryan, Headmaster. He was an excellent administrator and we had some of the best teachers who produced many outstanding students. Mr. Bryan moulded the school into one of the finest primary and most respected institutions of learning on the East Coast of Demerara during the early 1950’s to the 60’s.
It amazes me that many of my counterparts from three little villages – Buxton, Annandale and Lusignan, older and younger, who are part of the Guyanese Diaspora, turned out to be highly qualified professionals, vocational experts, and other artisans. The fields encompass those on the medical side, law, teaching, business, writers, poets, agriculture, etc. This does not preclude the fact that there were a few students who came from higher income families and were therefore better students, but about ninety-two percent of them were from parents in the agricultural sector, (which was seasonal,) and working for under the government’s minimum wage scale.
How was it done? Mr. Bryan was as rigid a disciplinarian as he was a Master of Masters. I remember him taking it extremely personal when we did poorly in English and Arithmetic exams, he would resort to some stinging treats for low marks, but not an everyday action. His motto I remember clearly as he said it in 1959 “You live in an English colony and must use the language properly; and without Arithmetic, the ability to count, you will not be able to do anything else, you will be lost in the world.”
Like formative years, the foundation of any discipline is most important. Under his stewardship we got top notch instructions starting in kindergarten at age four, and later, in all disciplines, except science and algebra, which were not in the colonial syllabus at that time in primary schools. At fourth standard we started geometry and in School Leaving Class it became a little difficult. My daughters graduated from High School in Miami, Florida, and they never reached the level of some of my geometrical problems I encountered at age twelve.
There was an article in the Miami Herald about two years ago that stated High School Seniors were not able to find London on a map. We studied those things at age nine when we learnt about the equator, northern and southern hemispheres, temperate, and torrid zones, etc., and as was known at that time, the five continents ( now seven). My School Leaving Certificate, which I passed it at age 13, allowed me to sit and pass the GED, (equivalent of High School Diploma,) in the US army at one sitting, with no further schooling. This demonstrates the solid grounding of my education while at Lusignan School.
Mr. Bryan reminds me of the West Indian cricket team shaped under the late prince of cricket, Mr. Frank Worrell, whose legacy was passed down to captains Gary Sobers, Rohan Kanhai, Alvin Kalicharran, and the most Winning Captain of all – Clive Lloyd.
Likewise, Mr. Bryan’s imprint lasted for close to two decades. As Teacher Cyril Sarjoo stated earlier, Lusignan was the winner for most competitions and exams, and had a myriad of activities including gardening, sewing, bookbinding, shoe making, cricket, and even a library at the back of standard one. The library was later moved over to the Community Center. In cricket the Lusignan School team coached by Mr. Bryan had a streak of seven successive inter-school championships 1955-61 with Brahmdeo Persaud captaining the first three years, never duplicated.
Whatever the purpose for so many graduates of Lusignan Primary School being involved in an amazing mass emigration, globally, there can be no doubt that it is only the beginning a Higher Plan. I believe the greatness of the Master, Mr. Bryan, will unfold in future generations. When he stopped teaching in 1961 British Guiana lost a great guru, teacher and Headmaster. After he left, Mr. Randall Butisingh carried the baton and was exemplary when I graduated one year later.
Patanjali Ramlall
8th December 2008
December 5, 2008
LUSIGNAN SCHOOL by Cyril A. Sarjoo
LUSIGNAN SCHOOL by Cyril A. Sarjoo
Dear Mr. Butisingh:
I am indeed very honoured to be asked to make a contribution to your BLOG.
My name is CYRIL A. SARJOO, age 66, from Lusignan, East Coast Demerara, GUYANA. I have known Mr. Butisingh and Mr. Cyril Bryan since the 1950’s.
I was a primary school pupil of the Lusignan Anglican School (now Lusignan Government School) in the 1950’s, when the Headmaster was the distinguished Mr. Cyril George Hopkinson Bryan, the father of Cyril Bryan who is a guest contributor on your blog. Under his tutelage I became the first pupil teacher that the school produced (1958). The first In-Service Teachers’ Training on the East Coast was held at Buxton in 1962, and I was fortunate to be the youngest of about five teachers at that school to be selected. Lecturers included Miss Ceciline Baird, Mr. Agostini, Mr John, Mrs. Lucas. Courses included teaching subject content and methodology. School Master, Mr. A.A. Charles was in charge of the Training Programme.
I taught in that Lusignan School for 25 years and attained the position of Senior Master before I migrated to the USA in 1984. During my years there I have worked with many Headmasters and acting Hm’s namely – Mr. George Bryan, Mr. Reginald Sears, Mr. Randall Butisingh, Mr. Jaleile Rahman, Mr. Roopram, Mr. Cumberbatch, Mr. James Singh, Mr. Derrick Prashad and Mr. Laljee.
Among the outstanding and dedicated teachers were Mrs King, Mrs Simon, Mrs Lee, Miss Stephenson, Mr. Ogle, Mr. Chadwick Yearwood, Mr. Goliath, Miss Edwards, Mrs Mendonza, Mr. Cecil K.S.Mercurius, Mrs. Winifred Holland-Bryan, Mrs Melbourne, Mrs Williams, Miss Griffith, Miss Ena Narine, Miss Olive Narine, Mr. Cyril Bryan, Miss Minty Persaud, Mr. Baksh, Mr. Deoram Persaud, Mr. Sidrahim Shaw, and Mrs Faneeza Shaw.
Some of my schoolmates were Bramdeo Persaud, Walter Baichulall, Winston Campbell, Ramsarran Singh, Deoram Persaud and Sheila Persaud.
Those Headmasters and teachers demonstrated a high degree of professionalism, conscientiousness, dedication, integrity, discipline and morality which was the norm in those days. You could not help but to imitate and embrace and emulate the values of that kind of behaviour in your daily lives.
From 1963 when Mr Butisingh took over we made a supplementary reader for the Middle Division based on the history and geography of Guyana. Mr. Mercurius was the leader of that project. We even presented a programme over “Radio Demerara” based on the project. Our school magazine reflected activities in the school district and the PTA. Articles were stenciled and reproduced. We had an annual Xmas concert with skits, songs, dances and the Nativity.
Highlights of extra-curricular activities were games, observance of holidays, school trips, inter-school cricket and athletics, agriculture and home economics
The Lusignan community was chiefly agricultural with a large populace working in the sugar estate. A Community Centre was built in the early 1950’s. Mr Butisingh, in conjunction with the Welfare officers Mr. Ali, Mr. Bart and Miss Philomena, was instrumental in organising numerous activities at the Center – games, library, arts and crafts, cooking and needlecraft. Literary activities included organisations within the Centre – the Adult Education Group, the Study Group and the Tenants’ Association. Qualified personnel were invited to lecture on relevant topics. We staged plays and competed with other sugar estates. We had regular film shows and documentaries about operations at other sugar estates, life in other countries like England and the West Indies. Fairs on the Centre grounds would last a week and drew large crowds.
Those educational activities achieved a high level of success and benefits to the community and neighbouring districts of Annandale, Buxton and Mon Repos from where participants came. Also The Guyana Teachers’ Association district of Lusignan – Non Pareil (Enterprise) had monthly rotating meetings which benefited all schools in the district. Schools and Head Masters in the district were: Lusignan: Mr. George Bryan, Buxton Congregational: Mr. Payne and later Mr. Taylor, Buxton Methodist: Mr Burke; Buxton Anglican: Mr. Edmond Wills and later Mrs. Winfred. Bryan, St Anthony’s Roman Catholic: Mr. Seaforth, and Non Pareil: Mr. Frank Bryan (brother of Mr. George Bryan).
Inter-school activities included annual cricket and athletic sports. There was fierce competition among Head Masters and their schools to see which school would get the most passes at the School Leaving Exam, the Secondary School Entrance Exam, and the College of Preceptors Exam. Of course, Lusignan headed the list year after year in academics as well as in school cricket.
Those who were connected with the Lusignan Community would surely realise that their experiences and memories were precious and unforgettable and their lives were impacted in some measure by them.
I HOPE THAT IF YOU WERE CONNECTED WITH LUSIGNAN AND YOU READ THIS IT WOULD EVOKE SOME FAVOURABLE MEMORIES.
– Cyril A. Sarjoo – December 2008
October 13, 2008
The Soul of Hector McDonald Lee
The Soul of Hector McDonald Lee – (Poem by Eusi Kwayana)
( for the late Buxtonian, Hector Lee who died in September 2008)
Today is a day like no other
Closing one season, opening another
This is not my elder like my Mother
Nana Brown an ancient figure
Mama Freda, or like Miss Irene, Congo Queen
Not like Teacher George, or Stir About
Or Teacher Ruby
Not my very junior, junior like famous Floyd
This is a round like Sidney Brown
My own generation‘s son.
Ring the bell, the solemn bell
Beat the drum, the joyful drum
Our day of Sorrow and Pride has come!
Pride at the gift of such a being
Sorrow at the painful act of parting
At the loved ones he is leaving
With no thought of soon returning
Pause a moment let me praise
A silent Icon of our days
When this tall Kumaka fell
In a country unaware
What a massive loss was here
All were struck dumb
That this day would ever come
The one on whom we close the gate
Combined all talents in one rich head
And shared them till he took his bed
He made generations literate
on all Guyana‘s river banks
Teacher of teachers, a teacher‘s teacher
When young learners fell through the school cracks
No need to panic; relax, relax
Hector caught them in his net
making of them scholars yet.
Historian, mathematician, philosopher
Counselor, all combined
Luminary of the poor
Turning no seeker from his door!
Ring the mourning bell beat the joyful drum
Bless the day his Mother gave him birth
Bless his footsteps across Guyana
Non Pareil Leguan, Sandvoort,
Enterprise, Kitty
Bless the harvest of his works
Bless the day we lay him on the breast of Mother Earth
In the hope of second birth.
Only souls like his, though long forsaken
Can put back together what is broken.
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The following are Extracts of a MINI biography of the late Buxtonian Hector Lee (1926-2008), taken from Emancipation magazine (1999-2000):
Hector Lee was born in February 1926 in Buxton village, the first son of Buxtonian coppersmith Albert Lee and Ivy Sam. Lee attended St Augustine Anglican church at Buxton under Headmistress Dorcas Glasgow and Headmaster Frank Russell, and obtained passes at the school Leaving and Pupil Teachers appointment examinations in 1939 and 1941 respectively, before joining the Teaching Profession as an Acting Teacher at Lusignan Anglican School in 1943. In 1960, he was transferred to St. Peter‘s Anglican School, Leguan… His tenure at St Peters came to an abrupt end in 1964 when the school building was destroyed by fire during the disturbances. In 1963, he accepted an appointment as Headmaster of St Stephen‘s Anglican School in Richmond, Leguan, and carried on his good work there for another three years. He was transferred to St James the Less Anglican School in Kitty, Georgetown, in 1968, and remained there until his retirement in 1981…In his early post-retirement years, Hector Lee voluntarily instructed young teachers in Buxton and taught free of cost at company Path Primary School in his village… Although neither the State nor the Guyana Teachers Union ever publicly honoured Hector McDonald Lee, he is held in high esteem among villagers as one of the most beloved sons of Buxton. He was later awarded the CIMBUX award in Education from the that organization based in Washington D.C. USA.
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COMMENT
Date: Wed, 17 Sep 2008 09:58:53 -0400
From: ramtiwari@excite.com
Subject: RE: HECTOR LEE
Dear Lyndon, Teachers Eusi and Randall,
With you and many others, my family and I mourn his loss to Buxton, to Guyana and elsewhere he trod in his journey in life.
May his Soul rest and grow in peace. We grieve his loss. The Ancestors welcome him in their sacred celestial home.
‘AYUSHMAN BHAWAH’ – Peace and Blessings on his Soul. ‘OM SHANTI, SHANTI, SHANTI, HARI OM’.
Butters/Ram.
Rampersaud Tiwari
COMMENT
From: randallbutisingh@hotmail.com
To: ramtiwari@excite.com;
Subject: RE: HECTOR LEE
Date: Wed, 17 Sep 2008 14:18:12 -0400
Dear Ram,
I, too mourn the loss of my pupil Hector Lee, a Buxtonion who reflected the past glory of his once renowned village. I here extend my Sympathy to his bereaved relatives and friends. Hector was a pupil of St. Augustine’s School and I am happy to say that Albert Ogle (God rest his soul) and I were part of his training. He was a brilliant pupil, all round, especially in mathematics. I recall the day when Albert and I were wrestling with a problem for about half-an-hour and couldn’t solve it; I suggested that we take it to Hector. He was at that time in the last grade of the elementary school studying for the School Leaving Examination. Within a few minutes Hector brought back the slate with the problem solved. It was not until recently I divulged that incident to him. Hector passed the Teachers’ Certificate Examination in the First Class at one sitting, almost self-taught. Later, he served as head teacher with the commitment and dedication which was the legacy of his head teacher Frank H, Russell, an amazing man who also helped to make me a good teacher. After retirement he continued to educate the youth of his village. Hector was a worthy recipient of the Award from CIMBUX for Education and, with CIMBUX, I honour his memory. Humble and unassumiing,he has left a legacy in the many whose lives he has touched and elevated.
May his soul rest in peace.
Teacher Randall.