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During the nineteen seventies, men that walked around the 'wee' island of Grenada, selling clothes form suitcases, were called" Syrian", with the exception of one man, Nakooda, who was an Indian man. None of the men who sold the clothes from the suitcases lived in Gouyave. But, Nakooda did. He lived on the L'Anse, in the same apartment, where the Boyke family used to live on Upper Depardine Street. He blended in nicely, with the rest of the Indian people, who were Gouyaveians by birth.
Although Nakooda spoke good english, the heavy accented english that he had was the only thing that gave him away. That'd allowed everyone to quickky realize that he was a 'come here', instead of a 'born here' man.
Nakooda must have travelled halfway around the world to get to Gouyave. Most people believed that he was from Pakistan, or from India or, from an island in that part of the Asian continent. For all individuals, Nakooda was accepted nicely, by the residents of Gouyave. He made many friends, and they gave him a fair shot at living peacefully among them.
was treated as a real brother, or a 'Man of the Soil'; by every man, woman and child. As a foreigner, he didn't encounter any form of discrimination whatsoever, while living in Gouyave, because Gouyave people were sensitive to the respects that a man, whether local or foreigner deserved.
Nakooda's gracious smiles at people told them that he was fortunate to be in the region that 'never sleeps', on the tiny island of Grenada.
Nakooda, as a walking salesperson, sold everything cheap. He made it affordable for everyone to support him, and he was successful with it. He did not sell much stuff for men, but he'd a large array of female and children's clothing; Because he must've known that there were more money to be made in that way.
While Nakooda settled to sell clothes from a suitcase by foot, the Kirpalani's family opened up, and ran a variety store on Central Depardine Street in Gouyave. This Kirpalani's family was from Trinidad, a neighboring country of Grenada. They had a bigger variety store in the City of St. George's. Kirpanlani's were indians, who were not as friendly as Nakooda, and most of the men we called"Syrian", who sold clothes from a suitcase. However, the Kirpanlani's store in Gouyave didn't last for long, because more support was given to the variety stores in Gouyave, that were owned by people who was from Gouyave itself. It wasn't predijuice, but, as it was then and even now, people always look out for their own. Nothing's was wrong with that!
Kirpalani's had one of the most beautiful black women working on a cash register for them. She wasn't a Gouyavewoman; She hailed from the capital, St. Georgs, and wore well-fitting clothes at all times. But she had a serious medical condition, which did call for an operation at the general hospital in St. George's.
This Kirpalani's cashier went in for the operation, but did not survive it. She died under the doctor's knife, and everyone who knew her mourned her death. She was still a young lady when she died.
Another foreigner who'd made living in Gouyave was Big Wheel. He was an American, I think! He was white, and he had a wife who was as fat as Miss Banfield, who lived on Lower Depardine Street, just like Big Wheel did.
Big Wheel was incredibly knowledgeable in fishing. He used to enlighten the local fishermen about fishing with a palor (sp), instead of a fishing line and fishing hooks. But no fisherman took his words. They continued on with the old tradition of fishing with fishing lines and fishing hooks. The fishermen in Gouyave changed from fishing lines and the fishing hooks, when Cuba went to Grenada, to assist the People Revolutionary Army, led by Maurica Bishop (RIP), with with new developments on the beautiful island of Grenada. The palor became popular, and every deep sea fisherman was compensated enirmously, from the use of it.
Big Wheel was completely right about the palor, and it benefits for all the fishermen in Gouyave. Although the fishermen didn't pay attention to Big Wheel's suggestion in regards to the fishing palor,he was able to live to see it manifested, after the Cubans introduced it to the fishermen in Gouyave.
Big Wheel was a very friendly human being. He didn'tsee his white color as a way to incriminate against anyone, who was different than he was in color, not in richness. He'd money, and class, and lived just like he was a poor man. His down-to-earth attitude brought him endless respect and admirations. He lived a great life, and passed away while he was still living in Gouyave.
The men we deemed as Syrians, Nakooda, and Big Wheel, were men who reminded each and every Gouyaverian and Gouyavewoman, boy and girl, that success comes with hard and enduring work behind it. And those who made the big sacrifice had done a good job with it. Their dividends were high in the end of it all!
Big wheel was a gouyave man. He was the uncle of Mr Boyee, Salva, Mr Bertie and Cyril Wilson (Pecau}. He was an original owner of (Isla roon). My spelling may not be correct. He left Grenada as a young man. He returned with a white wife. I got to know him through my uncle Cyril Pecau. He was a very knowledgeable person. Some of the young people in gouyave thought he was white. I remembered he had no children, but I think his wife had one or two.
Many years ago, the kids used to say that Big Wheel was a foreigner. Certainly, they didn't know where he originated from. I was fooled in believing that Big Wheel was white, and he was not a Grenadian. But, looking back at it now, Big Wheel did speak with a mild Grenadian accent. It did not give his place of origin away, so, I'd continued to believe that he was an American, or European, because of his high color.
When I knew Big Wheel, he was sort of a quiet man. I have never seen him anywhere else in Gouyave, except for the front of his house. There, he sat down with some of his friends, and discussed international things mostly. Fishing talks were a constant discussion, between him and his friends.
Although I didn't know Big Wheel to be a fisherman, he'd lots of fishing gears in the downstairs part of his house. I did not even know him to own a deep sea, nor a siene boat. He'd a vast knowledge about fishing in general, but he used it to help some of the local fishermen to do better on their daily fishing trip out in the deep seas.
You mentioned Mr. Boyee. Did you mean the man that lived behind Mr. and Mrs. Duncan Variety Store? We used to call him Uncle Boyee. Mr. Boyee's wife was called, Inez. He'd a dark skinned girl called, Ermine (sp), living with him. If so, I didn't know that Salva and Mr. Boyee were brothers.
Anyway, when it comes to me and my posts, I've always been upright, willing, ready, and able to accept a correction in reference to them. I am happy that you came to the helm of it this time.
It's true what the people say: the more you live, is the more you learn. Nothing could beat that yet.
Thank you! Your explanation of Big Wheel was truely an eye opener.
Most times we take things for granted and assume that when we write or speak, the listeners are always in tune with what we are saying. Daniel's case illustrates that point well. I like many others assumed that everybody in Gouyave knew that Mr. Boyie, Mr. Bertie and Salva were the Wilson brothers. And yes, Mr. Boyie did live behind the Duncan's home that was formerly an open view to the Bay. I may be wrong but I do believe that their ages ran in the order above. Hey Merle, I knew that Peckaw was a Wilson, but was he a brother of the other three as well?
Yes Daniel, none of us is too old to learn, and the longer we live, the more we learn, that is if we open our minds to learn. Btw, I have no idea who Nakooda and Big Wheel were, and neither did I know that there was a Kirpalani's store in Gouyave or Grenada for that matter. I do know of them in T&T.
Yes, Kirpalani's stores were in Grenada. There was one in St. George's, and another one in Gouyave. The Kirpalani's store in St. George's was somewhere on The Espanade; and in Gouyave, it was on Central Depardine Street.
Heading towards Douglaston from The L'Anse, on the left hand side on Central Depardine Street, was a big building. The building was one or two, or even three doors before Mr. Glean, teacher Lautette Glean father's grocery store. After the Kirpalani's store was gone from that building, they opened up The National Commerical Bank (NCB) there. In fact, the building was adejecent to the only Laundry that was in Gouyave.
Nakooda wasn't a Grenadian. I cannot tell you where he was from; nor anything else about him, except that he was an on-foot salesperson, and friendly with a young girl, whose last name was Williams, from Gouyave Estate.
Big Wheel was a man who lived on Lower Depardine Street. Hishouse was just after Mr. Redhead's ggrocery store, or directly on the other side of the street, where the gap that led you to Flash's Bakery was. Like Merle said, Big Wheel had no children that any one knew about.
You spoke about Mr. Boyie in "A PLACE CALLED GOUYAVE", but refrained from saying which family he was from. However, the ttopic that we are on now exposed new knowledge to some of us. Thus, making it more important as towhy we need to keep our past alive. Our experiences should be shared with the youths of today, and with those adults, whose experiences were not the same as ours.
For example, if this topic didn't come up here, I probably would have never gotten to know Just how to link Uncle Boyie with Salva. Theydid indeed resembled each other
The story of Gouyave is a continuum. There are stories of my time and there are those in yours, and so on. Daniel, each of us sometimes make the mistake of assuming that what we know everybody else knows too. I am guilty of it by not bothering to explain the relationship between Mr. Boyie, Mr. Bertie and Salva in A PLACE CALLED GOUYAVE. I am sure there are many other such examples as well as other mistakes that a reader may well bring up.
You made a similar mistake like mine by assuming that by the mere mention of Big Wheel's name would cause everyone to know who you are talking about.
At first I had no idea who he was until my cousin reminded me. I do remember him although far less than his memorable brother, Neil Boy.
Come to think of it, if we have to go into a long explanation every time we mention someone's name, think of how long our posts would run. Perhaps the best that we should hope for is that the reader, if he is interested, would on his own seek more information about that person.
I join Mangodog who I thought had disappeared, in commending you and others who continue to bring the many interesting characters and stories of Gouyave back to life. Congrats!
Btw, Daniel you missed a really good one at Sunday's "Literary Affair." But don't be surprised if Carnice and her group do a repeat come the summer.
A writer often cuts and trims words from his manuscripts to bring it to a comfortable size, before he publishes it. If he doesn't trim his manuscript, a monotonous outlook will oftentimes end up in his hands as a result of it. This usually bores his readers, and cause them to lose their appetite to finish reading his book. The writer must determine how much information he wants his audience to have,, and take time to accomplish that goal. "A PLACE CALLED GOUYAVE" depicted that scenario nicely, and stood in the rank and file with any other great book, that was written before it.
On the subject of Salva, Boyie, and Bertie, there was no need for a place called gouyave to set in action of the relationship between them. "A PLACE CALLED GOUYAVE" explained the basic nature of the men,and it was up to the reader to seek more answers on his own, to satisfy his curiosity. I'd mentioned that you refrained from saying what the relationship was, between Salva, Boyie, and Bertie, only to make a point: a point of curiousity,, and that was all there was to it.
As for Big Wheel, if I had known what his real names were, I would have said so in my post.about him. A matter of fact, I did not know where he originated from. I was surprised to learn that he was a Grenadian, by birth! I even thought that not many people knew him better by any other name, than."Big Wheel!"
Yes, sir! There are many fractions in a single person's life. Different angles can be used, by different writers/people, to tell a dynamic story about any given aspect of his life - while keeping it between the lines of respect for the privacy of that said person. But, again, if and when a writer chose to tell his story in the form of 'the third person', he.doesn't have to be concerned with violating anyone.
"A PLACE CALLED GOUYAVE IS A GREAT EXAMPLE, WHERE RESPECT FOR AN INDIVIDUAL WAS CONCERN!
Btw, it was difficult for me last Sunday. I'd things to do. Next time I'llmake it ppossible to attend the forums.
Thanks for the Kudos!
HEY GUYS,did you all remember DE-PAPPS in d same line of work as NAKOODA,i am not sure where DE-PAPPA hail from,it could of been from Victoria or grandroy,but de-papps use to walk the length and breath of GRENADA selling all kinda stuff,IT was in the early years,I emigrated before he stop selling stuff,I heard he passed away some years ogo, Perharps TONY OR MERLE might Remember DE-PAPPS,
DE-PAPPA? I've not heard of him.
There was a man I knew from the parish of St. Mark's that walked around Grenada selling stuff from a suitcase. He was called, Porridge, aka, Poppsie. He died, but not of natural causes. He was robbed of his goods, and then murdered, by a young man from Davie.
Davie is a small community outside of Victoria in St. Mark's, just before you reach Samaritan.
Porridge was a well-known salesperson, who cracked some of the most side-splitting jokes. His suitcase was always filled with merchandise to sell, as if to say, he was a walking store. He didn't care too much about not giving credit to those who'd needed something from him, without having the money to pay for it on the spot. And, funny it was, he never log anything in a notebook in regards to those he gave credit to. He kept it in the back of his head, and did not forget about it.
As a kid, I used to watch him and wonder how he was able to carry the heavy suitcase all around the flat and sometimes rugged roads. But, it was his desire to work hard, to earn a decent living that made him do it.
Porridge taught me secretly, that where there was a will, there was a way! This, as we know, is one of the strongest mentalities one can get along nicely, in life with.
I did remember Porridge when I was writing the story about the men that walked around,.selling stuff from a suitcase. But Porridge was a man for a different class. I deliberately left him out of the story, because he deserved a book to be written on him, all by himself.
Porridge told some, if not all, of the most funniest jokes ever heard. He'd one about a woman, a.man, and a pig. This joke is too dirty to make it here. But it was a good laugh back then, and I'm pretty sure that it'll be a good laugh now!
I don't know whether or not "DE-PAPPA" was the same individual as Porridge.
In any event, Porridge was a real trip; a wise-cracker, and everyone loved him for that.
I am stunned by the amount of interesting information you guys have about Gouyave and it's characters in past times and so I read with fascination whenever a posting is made, but being a country-boy some of these characters are merely names to me.
I am moved, however to make a correction regarding your geographical placement of David pronounced Davie
>>> Davie is a small community outside of Victoria in St. Mark's, just before you reach Samaritan.<<<
Whilst the access way to David is indeed just before Samaritan, close to the Duquesne Catholic Chapel, it is in fact some distance away from the town of Victoria and also beyond Duquesne.
David is close to the village of Prospect and both villages, Prospect and David is situated in the parish of St Patrick.
Both villages are interesting because when you visit them you are taken off the beaten path, some might say behind God back!
HEY Daniel you could be right about the name porridge,cause I heard he died only when I went back home for holiday,interested cause that's what I use to hear my mother(RIP)call him papsy ,but remember persons who came through gouyave some had several false NAMES LOL.
Melo, even the christan names of some people from Gouyave is unknown to most born and bred gouyaman. Nicknames are the ones that are used, to identified an enemy or foe. In other words, one's birth certificate is domiciled, for until he has to travel overseas, or do some form of business, like getting a loan from the bank, ecetera.
Thank you, M! Davie's indeed in the parish of St. Patricks. My friend, Norril Charles, from Davke, confirmed it to me also.
Norril said, "the river is the mark that separates St. Mark's from St. Patrick's." Which means that Samaritan is also in St. Patrick's.
Everyone knows that Gouyave's never been a dark place. Keeping it alive coud only do each and every Gouyaverian good. Especilly the young generation. They should know every thing about Gouyave and its past. So they can learn to appreciate the ways/works of their ancestors lived/did, and teach it to their children one day.
Thanks for liking the pace, and information of Gouyave's past.
Mangodog, I am making a correction here.
According to my good friend, Norril Charles, parts of Samaritan is in St. Mark's, while the other parts are in St. Patrick's. Norril said, "The Samaritan Police Station is in St. Patricks, and the Medical Center in Samaritian is in St. Mark's."
What I did not realize was, the river that runs under the bridge that leads you to Davie, is the same river that runs under the bridge in Samaritan.
When I was a young lad, I'd visited with Davie twice or three time in every three or so years. I'd no business in Davie, but my step-father was from there. His mother, Tan Florie, and his sister, Miss Mammy were wonderful people. To this day, I still remember Miss Yvette, Miss Anelca (sp), Norma, Clearsie (sp), Mr. Randolph, and.Gerladine.
In the adjoining village, Prospect, there was a wooden bus called, Prospect Pride. It was owned, and driven by Mr. Roland.
Those were some of my childhood days, and they still mean a lot to me!
>>>What I did not realize was, the river that runs under the bridge that leads you to Davie, is the same river that runs under the bridge in Samaritan.<<<
Yes. And it is the same river that marks the boundary between Samaritan and Union. Union being in St Mark and Samaritan in St Patrick.
Confused? You will be!!
Certainly the person or persons responsible for the naming of Police Stations in Grenada is/are confused too.
You see there is no Samaritan Police Station. The Police Station you referred to is in fact the Union Police Station, but it is to be found in Samaritan. When you next visit the Spice go to the said Station and you will see the name written in Bold letters above the front door of the Station and I quote "UNION POLICE STATION"
I was very confused when Norril explained the area to me. I'd questioned him on how the police station is in Samaritan. Knowing that the police station is on the side of the river, on St. Patrick's side, I couldn't see it. He swore to me that he was correct, because Ihe knew better than me. He'sfrom Davie,.St.Patricks. "Union Police Station" makes more sense to me, based on the location of the river you mentioned in your post. He wasn't disputing the Medical Center,.which stood on the opposite side of the river, in conjunction with the police station.
I'm the Medical Center,.the lady that was the caretaker there was a gouyavewoman. Her name was Ma Mai (sp). Her parents were a close neighbor to me. In Samaritan,.andsurrounding areas,.she was called, Muriel.
Muriel had more than two daughters, but two of her daughters were called, Erma.(RIP), and Christine. Her son, Carlyle, aka, "Stratch", or "I-Jah-Man", were a playmate of mind in eearly days.
Muriel parents had a big breadfruit tree in their front yard. It fed me well into my teenage years. They were one set of family, who didn't make a big fuss about one picking a breadfruit, without asking permission to do it first.
The street just before you reach the bridge in Samaritan, led you to Diego Piece. However, I'm not sure if I have the correct name of it. I went there one time, with Mr. Baldeo. That piece of land was fertile. The nutmeg grew there well! Mr. Baldeo's wife, Carmen, who was from that area, had some family lands there. A whole bunch of Indian people (NO DISRESPECT), lived there.
Mr. Baldeo was once manager of the Box-In-Plant that was just off the Samaritan Bridge.
Anyway, I'm happy that you came to the rescue. Otherwise, I would've continued to lice in my ignoranceof the knowledge I have, outside the town of Gouyav.
Thank you, again! Each one help one, had enormous meankng to me, partly because of you.
I do not recall that name ..does Popsie or Porridge sounds more familiar
It depends on who you talk to. In another parish, he might have been called, by a different name yet. Still, in Gouyave, Porridge was as popular as Popsie.