Culture Matters

DARA E HEALY

Mommy on the phone and she talking loud

About the days when she was a child

And to walk to school she was very proud

The distance was only about a mile

And any fruit tree they met on their way

The poor little fruit tree would have to pay

Cause the snacks those days she ate as a youth

Was nothing in pack, was always a fruit

It was so exciting in many ways

Mommy school days were happy happy days

­ - Zachary Ransome, Mommy's School Days

MANY YEARS ago, I had the privilege of experiencing a marathon organised by the Rupununi, an indigenous community in Guyana's interior. Dozens of runners took part in the event, across a vast and dry terrain, under the glare of a stinging sun. Eventually, we arrived at their village.

Some runners stopped, but many of the young adults and children sped up and headed towards a short incline at the edge of the village and jumped straight into the river. This memory is still very strong, as for me it represented the freedom of childhood and being at one with nature.

Each generation has its own idea of what the ideal childhood should look like. As Zachary describes in his calypso, his mother has fond memories of drinking from a standpipe and eating hog plums with her friends. On the long Easter weekend like the one we are currently enjoying, kite flying, family gatherings and sharing of food are essential. For my mother's generation, storytelling was important as it was another opportunity to bring the community together.

In conceptualising the Tobago Heritage Festival, a key objective of historian JD Elder was the preservation of indigenous practices, including the oral traditions of Tobago. It is interesting that both of our islands share stories of mythical creatures such as douens, soucouyants and the La Diablesse, whether to impart life lessons or to scare children into good behaviour.

There is an intangible magic about the ritual of going on vacation then returning to the confines of the school structure. In much of the literature written from a child's perspective, education happens on two levels - at school and within the context of family drama.

In Michael Anthony's Year in San Fernando, Francis is sent away from his family in Mayaro to serve as a support for a widow in the city. Although he is just 12, he feels a sense of responsibility to help his mother, a single parent struggling to raise her children. As Francis navigates a sometimes hostile environment, we see him growing increasingly confident with his duties.

'I was beginning to learn the ways of the market and most times I bought things cheaply and had extra money left. With this I sampled the watermelons or pomerac or balata. Sometimes I bought barah and channa from the Indian women and they laughed to se