Those were wonderful days! Life was carefree and innocent. The most I worried about was getting to school before the bell rang. Hell, no one wanted to experience the wrath of teacher Thompson and his vibrating cane.
With my uniforms well pressed, books and pencil in hand I headed out meeting up with friends on the way deciding which lane to walk, Miss Tilda's or Miss P.T? Through the turn stiles and over the fences through Alvin grass piece always mindful I could be gored by the cattle that roamed the pastures.
At commencement, the National Anthem, scriptures and prayers were an essential part of each day. Respect, good manners and conducting our self in an appropriate manner was highly emphasized. All of these things were excellent foundations for life.
Recess! Fun time! Playing hop scotch, marbles, baseball, tag (lick and run), kids rushing to the fences to buy treats from those wonderful ladies. Lunch time! Yum! Miss Evie's red beans and dumpling soup, with a tiny piece of pig’s tail if you were lucky or chicken with bulga mixed with rice. I can taste it right now. On the playground we would socialize, flirt with the boys (puppy love). That was where good friendships were formed, some leading to love affairs and even marriage.
At the end of the school day, friends would gather in groups for the long walk home, even though it didn't seem long at the time. Betty, Mitty, Gloria, Lola, Arlene, Sharon, Marcia, Ned, John, George and Vern just to name a few. We would talk, laugh, and tease each other which sometimes resulted in a fight. If anyone had money we would stop by Miss Tilda's shop for candy or Ms. Imie for drops which was shared with those who didn't have money. Then I would head home for my fish and bammy dinner.
*Sigh* Today I'm feeling very Nostalgic. I cherish the memories of by gone days and reminisce with old friends whenever we meet.
P.S. Sandy Bank School days wasn't just all about friendship, fun and food. I did manage to learn school and life lessons in conjunction with having fun.
One of the best written articles coming from a former Sandy Bank Student. I am really impressed;
AND I can relate.
Well said Joan, I do remember those good old days. "Cherish memories I will never forget".
Joan did you mean to say Miss Tilda,Miss P.T.and Mass Alvin ?
sbs68? computer do make errows.nothing that funny please lets forget aboat misspelling and lets talk about .THE OLE DAYS IRIE?
Thanks for your comment Jamrock, and all the other POSITIVE comments.
Great article, I attended Sandy Bank School in the 80's and those days were great. Those were some of the best times of my life eventhough I got hit by the teachers so many times. I remember when my friends and I would pick the leafs from this tree in Sandy Bank lane and rub it in our hands with salt to pop the teachers belt. We went to class all excited about the whole situation of doing something to get hit so we could break their belts and boy let me tell you those are some strong belts because not one belt broke. The only thing that happened was we had red hands and tears running down our face, the best times ever i'm telling you. Peanut drops from a lady sorry for forgetting your name, and Ice cream from Bull great times my people. Everyone would ask Bull to save the Ice cream bag for them. Big up to everyone that attended Sandy Bank School. Big up to the people I attended school with, love you all.
Are you talking about the sail boats in TB or is 'aboat' a misspelled word?
Joan are you Miss Ruby's daughter? I love your summation of Dem good ole days ,you took the words right out mi mouth (lol)
I think SBS68 is trying to say that Joan forgot to put 'HANDLE' on Maas Alvin's name.In the days gone by we would get our 'tails' whopped if we call an older person by their first name.Like Jamrock said,let's forget about this little error.Joan surely did a very good job.
Joan did an extremely good job remembering Sandy Bank School old days i was one in her age group and those memories i will never forget Sany Bank School lives on.
She surely didn't forget miss in front of Tilda or P.T. it's just who she chose to respect.
Not a student of S.B I think you are right. However it is time for more memories of S.B. without too much critiquing on the topic.
nuh watch nuh face!JUSTUNDERSTANDING
can u spell? about doesn't sail on sea!!!!
are if u please "aboat" wi just love the vibes of our school days.ZEEN.
Not a student of SB:
Let's not be judgmental, perhaps it was just an oversight. Plus we behave the way we were raised.
sbs68 you might not even now what we are talking about. are you from treasure beach? these were the two different roads we took to school.miss P.T lane or miss Tilda lane.
Yes SSBritania, I am Miss Ruby's daughter.
O.k our people we need more memories please.
we all need to stop be so negitive and think positive and let the people talk about their good old days. these days will never come back the younger genaration dont have much to tell their kids about the good old days so peace out and let love abide
stop the bitching and find something more constructive to write about.lets all get along. after all we are from the same place.
Could it be that the lady called the place just like how she heard it called by others. Maybe she did not correlate the piece of land with Mass Alvin J. Billy's Bay.. Was there a Mr. Billy? etc. etc. I don't think any harm was meant.
Well said Joan or Jo-Ann as we use to call you, We that went to Sandy School experience all that you said and your little article was well put together. I dont remember what you look like now but from what I can remember you were a very attractive girl and after you grew up you went to Canada and marry Leighton. We have all migrated but these memories still live on as we approach mid-life.
From: Treasure Beach girl living in Canada
In the first article written by Earl, he referred to Mass Felix as felix and "BLACK BOY" which I feel is a racist and derogative name. No one complained or cared about that. Where are those hypocrites? Are they being selective about who is important enough to be called Mass? and who they choose to judge and criticize? SHAME ON THEM! I know no disrespect was intended on both their part. Just making a point, now lets move on!
Hmmmmm, I have to admit that when I first visited Jamaica and heard people referred to as Blackie, Blacka, Blacks, Black Boy, etc. it took me aback and with my American mentality hesitated to call someone by any of those names. After about a week, however, I realized there was nothing derogatory about it. It was simply their nicknames. Now I have several friends whom I refer to as Blacks, Blackie, Blacka, etc. As a matter of fact I have friends whom are called, Indian, Chinie, Red Man, Yellow, and the name which has stuck to me - Fatty. Trust me - as an American, that was one that took about 3 months for me to get used to!
dear observer i dont think earl meant any harm by calling mr felix(BLACK BOY)because thats the name every body know him as i bet if you ask half the people who is mr felix they will tell you they dont know.im pretty sure you know that almost every body in jamaica has a nick name and some times some people dont know these people real names
With due respect people you've missed or are just avoiding the point. Both men were refered to in the same manner in the articles yet no one took offence to Maas Felix being refered to Felix only Alvin. Stop being bias they are both equal men. I feel your negative judgments are extremely unfair to Joan, her article was well written. It caused me to reflect, and be inspired. After all I think that was the purpose of her piece. Mission accomplished Joan.
I don't understnd what all the negativity is all about, why simple mistake has to be such a big deal, no wonder why some people went to school and didn't learn anything, they spent too much time picking on every nitty, gritty,and not seeing the big picture. Please just enjoy the memories they are really great. Criticizers give us some of your memories love to hear them.
NEW TOPIC PLEASE. STOP WIMPING PLEASE
Long gone the days but the memories still lingers in my mind.Thursday one of best day in school because it was sewing day."GOD HELP US WHEN WE FORGET OUR NEEDLE". Teacher Thampson always come around to check for needles. For those of us who forget to take a needle to school would show him a piece of dry grass for our needle. "WRONG' dont even try it. Then there was Miss Etta with her brown grater cake after school, and of course it was dinner time so she would give us dinner too. Apart from school there are other good things that reminds me of "DEM GOOD OLE DAYS". My father Pahark could not afford to set a lot of pots in the sea, the most six or seven. Many days he would come home from sea and the first thing he would say, "old lady not a thing in the pot today, but Captin (UNCLE RADDY) give me this. It was enough to buy flour, sugar, oil, two packs of crackers and of course enough fish to go along with it for our dinner. So uncle Raddy from me to you "God bless you and dem good ole days". How can I forget miss Ina who would never close her eyes until all the fishermen are safely home from sea. What I really want to say, to all the teachers of Sandy Bank School who have cross my path, to the elderly of Treasure Beach, you have left me with many gifts some of which are love, dignity, and respect to others. These gifts I share each day with my children. God bless Treasure Beach and the people of Treasure Beach. love you all Pearl.
In addition to what Pearl said, I am reminded of those Thusdays when the girls would be taught sewing skills and the boys would do gardening.Remember those gardens that were in the center of the school and were assigned to the different houses? The grass straw was a popular decoy for a needle or showing the head of a pin which as Pearl said would never work.
How about those Fridays when they would bring out the old time ice cream bucket,with the coarse salt and ice and we would spin the handle for what seems like a life-time befor we could get a cone of ice-cream.Those were surely the good old days.
Those days sure were sweet.I remember my brother and i would get up from early and go pick mint for tea. then after breakfast. We are on our way We would be the first ones out of the lane, Linking up with freind no matter which route we went. But always getting to school late or right at the end of the anthem. Luch time it was patty and cocobread. then for a game of hand ball. Then we would check the tamrine tree to see if there was any. Home time too was the best. My group we always liked walking the road, Because once you hit calabash bay. You no sa a pure fruit trees from there on , Cherries, almonds, mango and cherrie go all the way home. I'm telling you some time by the time i get home my belly would be full. When pass an elder you always han to say Evening, If not your in big trouble. I have some great memories and i wam so glad to have spen them with such as Stephanie,Corin, kimberly and Diane That was my gurl crew. Also loved when it was weekend and it was mango, or gineep( i think thats how you spell it) sweesap or plum season. Gone me and me brother gone with pail go look fruit. up a maas Eddie but as always Sandy would beat we. A come home with fi him bucket full. I tell those were some sweet days. Or when we would gather do a lane to play cricket. Or eve inna wi yard, Na when ever we would hit into Garnpa garden You can be sure if he catch you him ago chase you down or cuss you lol.
Or eve at night everybody in the lane would gather a we yard to play some hide and seek in a night. And you can hear adi parents them a call them children home. But to me what i loved best about Treasure beach was how close i was able to get to the Heavenly Father. When i would walk down the lane and pray to him that my mom would let me sleep at my granmas so i would be able to get a to watch cartoon. Anyways enough rambling on. Big up to mi cousin them Sandy,kenny , kevin , chris, and mi friend them corin , amin,stephanie, Kimberly, anilla, Randy , Dwane, Diane and all others -Kimberly it's great seening you in the photo section i will never forget bo dom ba bem-Peace yall- Big up to all treasure beach massive big up
I was wondering which carlette this is because my aunty dawn had a daughter by that name. Kenny i would be my cousins.
Yeah thats me. Dawns Daughter, What do you had i'm still alive lol.
And i'm Mckford's daugther Nikesha. I remember you well. So thats means we are first cousin. whats your E-mail address so i can E-mail direct to you.
Ah i remember you. YOur Diane's Daughter. I rember when you were so little. My email is Leezi19@yahoo.com. Love to hear from you take care
Does anyone remember how we used to pick off the young, green mangoes from the tree on the slope beside Teacher Thompson's cottage.... those were good!!! then pray that he didn't catch us?
Remember how we used to ride that big cassia tree, play marbles in the shade beside grade 2, the "bakiny" games with our 12 smooth stones, and sliding on the corridor on rainy days?
Remember the "long water" peas soup and the big dumplings... don't forget the occasional weevil floating around?
I do believe those days were good and simple, and I wouldn't exchange them for the ones my children are growing-up in.
Who is this Peng?
One has been away for many years now, believed to be somewhere in Central or South America.
Could this be you?
I love this one the long water soup and the dumpling, the weevil floating. If you helped in the canteen you get extra beans in your soup.Granny Evy rest in peace you worked hard in that canteen everyday.
I noticed that everyone speaks of Teacher Thompson. But what about Teacher McLean? Come on guys, let's compare notes, let's reflect. By this you should know that I am from the old school, therefore I think Teacher McLean was the teacher. Your feedback is anticipated.
You hit the nail on the head. We used to pick the green tamarind from Miss Hazel's trees during recess. One day we got back to school late and Miss PT gave me the 'beating' of my life. That was in error, but she promised to not give me a beating when I was due one (love you to death Miss PT). We also enjoyed the cornmeal dumplings/soup, cornmeal porridge and pegbread. Great combinations that I still enjoy today.
Don't forget the khaki buttons teacher Thompson use to sell in the mornings.
While waiting for my sisters dem a do where evening classes, playing marbles or cricket behind school, or running around the garden island in the school and god help you if you happen to run into teacher Thompson.
I REMEMBER WALKING TO SANDY BANK SCHOOOL BAREFEET THROUGH MASS ALVIN'S GRASS-PIECE, AS IT WAS CALLED BACK THEN, BEING SCARED OF THE COWS CHASING US. WE USED TO GO INTO THE POND AND PICK PANCAKE(I THINK THAT'S WHAT THEY WERE CALLED). WE WERE ALSO SCARED OF WALKING PASS A CAVE CALLED CAMBER HOLE, IS THAT STILL THERE? WE WERE ALSO SCARED OF WALKING PASS OLD-WHARF WHICH WAS NOTHING BUT BUSH. I WAS SHOCKED TO SEE WHAT IT LOOKED LIKE WHEN I VISITED 2 YEARS AGO. SORRY FOR REMEMBERING ALL THE SCARY BITS.
Carron talking about pancake..., i remember trading the red plums and june plums for pancakes from the Great Bay kids. Those were some bargains. Use to love those pancakes, the only time I see those pancakes now is is dry floral arrangements sold here in the US
Oh such great memories-CHAMBER HOLE scary... would look to see if Mass Clifford(AKA DOG TRACK)was home so we would not be so scared to pass. Old Wharf was the worse once you got to the Big Kasha tree (no Famous Christam tree) you would be scared to death. People would say all the duppie them a wait PON YOU UP DEH. Good old memories.
This is my first time going down memory lane with the rest of the Sandy Bank Scholars. These stories just cracked me up. I like the Weevel floating-so true-but that red peas soup (Peas missing) was my favorite lunch. Keep those stories coming.I went to school there in the 60s. Thanks- HPL-New York
We had a really nice lady from Frenchman who prepared our meals at the old school building. Cannot remember her name but she had a son whose last name was Dicker. She was just the sweetest, kindest person on the planet. Somebody pleast tell me her name.
Could that be Ma Bebe? (Be-BE)
Thanks, but Ma Bebe does not ring a bell.
was it miss pearly
Pearly Dicker- Mother of Vil Dicker
To miss Pearly a great lady of TB,may your soul RIP.
Ma Bebe is the same as Ms. Pearly, (Ma Bebe is what her grand kids called her-smile)
Miss Pearly, that's the one. Like I said, she was the best. I always think of her loving and kind ways. She sure made us the best food. RIP Miss Pearly.
Inna my days, the sweetest ting was the stew peas from the canteen. I wonder if kriston and richie(my classmates) remember when dem used to trick me into givin dem de cartwheel dumplins outta mi stew peas. And the khaki buttons, mmmmm! Trust me, the best times was walking home to great bay through miss may cow pen, nuff time we haffi run from de cow dem. and when it rained, bwoy we would take off our shoes and splash in the dirty water all the way home. like peng said, id love for my kids to have had the experiences we did. one luv an jah bless