I read recently that Jerry Gouveia has died. I thought he would live forever. He was a takouba, probobly the toughest man I ever knew and I have known some tough ones! Sam Driver, his Dad Dickie Driver, Stan Brock, Louis Orella and some of the Macushi and Wapishana vacqeros I had the pleasere to work with: Peter, Olaaf, Lionel, Walter and Chico, Cesar Gorinsky’s friend.
My enduring memory of Jerry is of him securely clutching a rugby ball, flying down the touchline, knees high, with a devil may care grin on his face.
What most people don’t know about Jerry was that he was an accomplished oarsman. Pure muscle and sinew, Jerry pulled much more than his weight on the oars! The story I’m about to tell you is about Max Jardim, Jerry and his brother Alvaro! Continue reading
Guyana’s Waterways – By Dave Martins
Guyana’s Waterways – By Dave Martins
Dave Martins
Stabroek News – Sunday 27 Jan 2019
Growing up in Guyana, or coming here to live, our waterways are part of your life. For me, growing up in West Demerara at Hague, in a house by the seaside, it was the rowdy Atlantic, a hundred yards away, and the long straight canal running from the village road, straight as an arrow, about a mile, past the train line, all the way to Hague Backdam where farmers planted rice and kept cattle.
Later, as we moved to live at Vreed-en-Hoop, travelling daily to school in town, it was the Demerara River, with the government ferry boats – Querriman; Lady Northcote; and the small, appropriately named, Hassar – where we would watch the few small cars on deck, with wooden chocks holding them in place. Surely they would be pitched into the sea when the Hassar rolled – and roll it did, but the chocks held. Continue reading →
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