February 20, 2019 issue |
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Authors' & Writers' Corner |
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Myriad musings on month of February | |
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Bernard Heydorn | |
February for me is many things. It is my birthday month, an Aquarian, whatever that means. The word February reportedly comes from middle English, French and Latin roots. A purification ceremony was traditionally held in February in ancient times. February is mid-winter with icy blasts, snow, short days and long nights. Having not experienced a full winter in Canada for a number of years, this February has been a shock to my system. The fair maid of February (snow flakes), as pretty as they may look at times, are not to my taste. Depending on which part of the world you live in, February can be rainy or dry. February is the surname of a number of folks. There is also reportedly a community in the United States called February. It is the only month of the year that can pass without a full moon. It has 28 days and 29 days in a leap year, once every four years. Those folks born in a leap year on the 29th of February have to wait four years to celebrate their birthday. That does not sound like much fun to me. February is one of the most mispelled words in the English language – often spelt Febuary, and even harder to pronounce. |
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Digging out from a fearsome February snowstorm in Toronto. | |
On the positive side, February is the month for Valentine’s Day, 14th of February. I took my wife to a Valentine’s day celebration dinner and dance this year. Red seemed to be the color of choice, and roses the flower. Valentine’s day is perhaps the most celebrated event in February. Love and romance are in the air, a time for reconciliation and peace. St. Valentine was reportedly an Italian priest, martyred and now a Saint. Lupercalia, a Roman pagan fertility festival was held on February 15. Perhaps the famous “lover boy” Italian born actor Rudolph Valentino got his surname from St. Valentine. There is also Black History month which is celebrated in February. Some say because of the birth of Abraham Lincoln, February 12 and Frederick Douglass, February 14. Douglass was an American slave who escaped and became a civil rights leader in the 19th century in the United States. I see February as perhaps being the hump we all want to get over in terms of winter. Better days are coming. Spring can’t come too soon for me. I already took a spill on the ice stepping out my backdoor this February. February’s birthstone is amethyst symbolizing healing powers and spiritual wisdom. For me February is Carnival in Trinidad and Mardi Gras in New Orleans, the days leading up to Ash Wednesday. The superstition and symbolism of February linger on. February is remembered by some tragic events, such as the St. Valentine’s Day massacre in 1928 in Chicago by Al Capone men disguised as policemen killing members of a rival mafia gang. Guyana had its Black Friday fires – February 23, 1945, the week after my birth, when Water Street businesses, the Assembly Rooms, the Museum and other places in Georgetown were destroyed by fire. A big flood also hit Georgetown the following week. Friday February 16, 1962, riots, looting and civil disturbances erupted in British Guiana. British troops were called in to quell the disturbances. I saw some of it from our home on Parade Street in Georgetown. A mass exodus of Guyanese followed. February 21, 1763 was a slave rebellion in Berbice. February 9, 1838, the colony was divided into three counties, Demerara, Essequibo, and Berbice. February 18, 1856, the Georgetown riots broke out in which properties of the Portuguese were destroyed. Lord Kitchener, one of my favourite calypsonians, in his calypso January Girls sang, “February girls are hard to please, they like to have their men bowing to their knees”. I don’t think that is true. I have to stand up for my birth month. The squirrels in our yard seemed to have given birth and the young ones are chasing each other around on the ice, seemingly oblivious of the weather. The jackass (donkey) at the farm behind us has the sense to stop braying and waking us up. Yuh t’ink it easy. If the creeks don’t rise and the sun still shines I’ll be talking to you. |
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McDonald’s outstanding ‘Humming-Bird Tree’ |
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By Romeo Kaseram Ian McDonald was born on April 18, 1933, in St Augustine, Trinidad to father John Archie, originally from St Kitts, and mother Thelma (née Seheult). His father was employed as the Agricultural Director of Gordon Grant Limited, while his uncle was Air Marshall Sir Arthur McDonald of the Royal Air Force. McDonald siblings are four sisters, and a brother. His early education was between 1942-1951 at the prestigious Queen’s Royal College. Here he excelled at academic work, earning distinctions in History and English in the Higher School Certificate. From 1951-1955, McDonald attended Clare College, Cambridge University, where he studied for a BA Honours Degree in History, and studied for the Master of Arts following his undergraduate achievement. Sources for this exploration: Wikipedia; Trinidad Guardian; Peepal Tree Press; Caribbean Beat Magazine: https://www.caribbean-beat.com/issue-96/ian-mcdonald-evening-garden#ixzz5fpUgiW00. |
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