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Belize History, Ambergris Caye History
You know Jane Usher is queen of credit union
You purge with castor oil, worm oil or serossie before school opens
Your school supply were two exercise book and a pen
You had to dodge your friends to empty the bucket in canal

If you read all this and agree with at least five you are either a Kruffy, Kerub, Panya, Koolie, Wiika, Engin or half
Limey, no buts or maybe.

You are a true Born Belizean, All a-wi da wan -----Sub Ombre Floreo

Can you remember when...

Close your eyes and go back,
Before the Internet or the MAC,
Before semi-automatics and crack,
Before Hattieville Ramada,
and all the problems with Guatemala,
Before SEGA or Super Nintendo
when life was simple and air conditioning was your open window.

Go way, way back.
I'm talking bout playing hide and seek at dusk,
sitting on the veranda, eating hot Creole bread and butter. Seferino, Eustace Usher and Everall Waight on Radio
Belize. Red light, Green light (those are games, we had no traffic lights in Belize).
Powder milk (AKA Klim) and a potted meat sandwich for lunch was dandy.
Kottobrute, tableta, stretch-mi-guts, wangla and goatshit for candy.
Boil corn and ducuno from Fullmoon Bevas on Hydes Lane.
Macobi (pepitos) seeds from Bredda Roy or Don Marin at Holy Redeemer.
Playing caparuche or gamma in the neighbour's yard,
Hopscotch, marbles, ludo, snake and ladder, Jacks, cricket,
Mother May I, Say, Say, Say and Ring around the Roses.
Hula Hoops and racing bicycle rims.
Bradley's lemonade (all flavors were lemonade) and 2 panades for 5 cents.
Dit's meat pies (1 for 5) and Happy Hour's cowfoot soup (only 35).
Black shoe polish on mustaches to get into Eden, Majestic, or Palace,
Crossing kinnel iron, a nude dip at barracks.
The smell of the sun and lickin' salty lips.

Wait ......
10:30 Sunday morning matinee, Superman, The Three Stooges and Bugs.
Back further, listening to Reverend Matthew and Chichi on the radio.
Catching needle cases (never knew their real names) off the clothes line, Making your own kites with kite paper from
Angelus Press and flour paste.
Making sure roaches wouldn't eat your kite by putting kerosene in the paste.
Playing sling shot or using rubber bands with orange peeling to sting maclala.
Remember when walking from New Road to New Market seemed far away?
And going downtown on Albert Street seemed like going somewhere?
Ghost stories at bedtime, climbing trees, gathering black berries and mangoes.
An ice cream cone from one-eye Mallick on a hot summer day,
Tuti-Fruti, Sour Sap or maybe Sugar Corn. You found his other eye, you say?

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