You see this lady here. This lady right here. She was a champion. The fatigue that she gave me was much better than what I gave her.
I am not repeating. Suffice it to say that it happened in 1987. Yes, I still remember that fatigue. It was simultaneously hard-hitting and amusing.
The CB Sports Club held a Staff in Concert in 1987. Ann Marie co-starred as 'Boopsie' in the play "Ah Bag Ah Horrors". During a break in rehearsals I gave Boopsie ah fatigue.
Without missing a beat, she promptly responded to what I thought was a good fatigue with a much better one. A real Trini fatigue. Leaving me, I saying, the recipient of the joke, without any other response but to laugh out loud and acknowledge the champion.
Ann Marie was a wordsmith par excellence. With a timing and delivery to bring joy, laughter and happiness to all within earshot.
She is no longer sharing her life with us but the memories that she left will forever endure. Well will she be remembered.
After speaking at the lectern, he walked to the head of the six-sided container. During his walk, several people, wearing similarly colored clothing, gathered around the sides and foot of the container.
Three times he thumped with his open palm on the head of the container. With each thump, he called out in an authoritative tone. In response to each of his calls, those gathered around uttered the same word.
Thereafter, they all raised their hands above their heads. With their fingers pointed upwards and seeming to gently flutter, they began humming. Their bodies swayed to the rhythm of the hum.
Their fluttering fingers, their humming, and their swaying bodies combined to convey a sense of something intangible — something ethereal.
Three successive times the call was "June Ross."
Three successive times the response was "absent."
Goodbye, June Ross.
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Among other things, Cheryl loved the game of golf. Outdoors, short pants, fresh air, swinging golf clubs, hitting golf balls. Par, over par, under par and all sorts of holes. Hole in one; birdie and a rare 'eagle. Competing without saying competition, then back to the 'club house' for the mandatory drinks.
Advice galore. Solicited and unsolicited. Is write about this; write these kind of things. All well meaning.
Now she is possibly looking for 'Bunny' to play a few rounds. No competition just two former colleagues out on the fairways.
The attention to detail and the colour of the fabric influenced its selection as a token of remembrance of Vickie. The first time I really saw Vickie was at the Staff in Concert held in the Mucurapo Secondary school auditorium. She introduced the Central bank's models. For her role she wore a brownish hat with a dark red band, a vibrant red palazzo one piece jumpsuit with wide flowy legs and long sleeves.
On more than one occasion after that event I saw her in the company of Jean Boland at fashion shows. Often, the colour red was present in her outfits.
Now, it is most likely that the two of them are comparing notes on the absence of fashion shows in Trinidad in 2025.
Vickie Loney, the personification of haute couture is probably suggesting changes to the outfits worn by the personnel around her. Whenever a vibrant red is seen, remember Vickie.
Lucille Mair. To me, she was committed to civility. Not content to confine herself to the role of responder, she, on occasion, initiated the acknowledgement of another human presence with a 'hello'.
In October 1986, Lucille ran around the entire Queen's Park Savannah as a member of the Central Bank All female Chariton Relay Team.
Some of her former Central Bank colleagues remember her as the winner of a race in the Central Bank Sports Day held at the P.S.A. grounds.
Though her journey with us has ended, we know she has now mounted the rostrum to receive her well-deserved honours.