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Re: The Pont de L'anse; The Univetsite; The people (A Farewell to times remembered)

When recalling past events, some choose to ignore the unpleasant and focus exclusively on the pleasantries.

Like the stories of so many others, Gouyave did have both its pleasantries as well as unpleasantries. We were Grenada's rogue when one was needed. We were like the Georgetown (basketball) Hoyers of Patrick Ewing days or the Miami (football) Hurricanes in the days of Michael Irvin.
Within our ranks there were those who joined others to view and think of us as no-goods etc. In spite of that we like the football and basketball players thrived and flourished. It completely blew my mind while enjoying one Fish Friday night I ran across quite a few of my old GBSS schoolmates. Those were among the very same guys who used to bad-talk anything that pertained to Gouyave, and as far as they were concerned would not set a ten foot pole anywhere in or near Gouyave.

Showing off who she was, the L'Anse bridge weathered all those storms, even when it was believed she should have collapsed a long, long time ago. Like the Catholic and Anglican church steeples she remained emblematic of the true Gouyave spirit, bend but don't break, and blending those on either sides of her banks into one proud community. That's why folks from the southern parts feel just as proud as the northerners in calling Gouyave the town that never sleeps, even though it is the L'Anse where the happenings take place.
That's why our friends, Downstreet and Verne can pappyshow each other about those differences but yet remain Gouyave at heart all through it. Like the Brooklyn Bridge, it's the L'Anse bridge that have us so! It is our ties that bind.

The other side of the story are the many, many fond memories she left us with to cherish. Which youngster did not like to be on the bridge to say "nice ride" when buses passed over it. Funny how we nor our parents ever considered how dangerous that could have been! Our joy was in "nice ride" without realizing that the bridge was showing how vulnerability with the passage of time.
There are endless stories of carnival bands clashing when they encountered each other on the bridge. Legend has it that Tan Jane in her Shorty-knee costume and men like Stressman literally threw their opponents (especially those from Victoria and Chantimelle) into the river beneath, during some of those clashes. Perhaps the line in one of our local songs "Mama whoolay, whoolay woola, Mama, ba Chantimelle coming" was the lasting tribute of those legendary times.

Under the bridge was our ideal locale for us little boys to build a "brassiere"(sp) deep enough to learn to swim before we dared venture into the big wide open sea. We played king of the hill from the big stones just as we were to later play from the anchored seine boats in the sea.

The story of Gouyave would be empty without the L'Anse bridge being an integral part of it. Don't be surprised to hear appreciations differing markedly from those that you or I could even recall or think of.