Who remembers Mango Season in Treasure Beach? That special time of year when New Subana (New Savannah?) glowed with the colours of a special rainbow of sweet delight - yellow, orange, red and even green, depending on the kind of mango that adorned the particular tree.

When boys and girls made many a trip through Unity and up that narrow, winding road with buckets and baskets perched on steady heads.

When fried fish and bammy and gungu peas were set aside for a spell; for this was the season to indulge sweet tooth and for belly to swell.

Come now, cast your minds back and share your own special memories of those delighful days!

I was at a family gathering about 2 weeks ago and bew subana was the topic of the conversation. Everyone was reminising over the mango picking and one person even said bwoy that is something she would love to do when back in TB along with some of her cousins just to relive those memmories.

Oh how I would love to walk the roads to Unity and New Savannah again. So often I reflect on them and wonder what they are like now. Cows were also reared in New Savannah and it was no easy task taking them into Frenchman for water and taking them back. It was mainly goats that were reared in Unity. Now you had to carry water on your head to the goats! I remember my sister and I going on such a journey and after watering the goats I told her to climb the mango tree. Well she came down, limb and all and it was a frightening situation because she was knocked out for a while. This we kept a secret all our lives.

Picking a bucket of mangoes was one of the greatest joys of a youngster's life in Treasure Beach!

Half the pleasure was in climbing the trees and picking them for yourself. It had a far greater significance when you were able to do that rather than have them delivered to you out of a hamper on a donkey's back.

The mango season was something that most boys, in particular, looked forward to because of those pleasures.

Of course, a trip to New Savanah often turned out not to be as straightforward as it should have been. Boys being boys, there was always something to distract and sidetrack you along the way... birds to catch... girls to whistle at... or somebody to tease! It wasn't always right, but boys will be...

I remember when we used to get like a box load of mangoes. I used to try to get to the box early to pick out the hard ones and also the uncommon ones as there were many of us.
I enjoyed putting them in an empty paint pan, then filling it with water to wash my mangoes. I then went under a cool shade tree with my knife to cut the mangoes. At that time we had goats, so you can imagine the goats lining up nearby for the what left. Precious Memories!!!

I heard that it was best to eat mangoes at night especially if they were soft :-) You could soften them even more by squeezing them with your hands then biting a hole in one end and sucking the juice out.Yummy!!

I remember us walking the hills to New Savanna to pick mangos and taking them back to the beach to play cricket and eat them all day, by the time we got done dinner is not a word we would want to hear, I mean we would be all Cricket out and mangoed down

Personally I don't think it's a good idea to eat mangoes at night. Why? Worms and more worms. When we were children we never had such thoughts and it would have been so easy to squeeze, pump and enjoy the mangoes, but not any more. I prefer to do this during the day. Just my opinion.

[edited by TB.Net]The topic is the Good Ole Days and we use to eat mango a night anad put the skin and seeds inna newspaper.

That's the point,Opinion.When you eat the mangoes at nights you cannot see the worms and the old folks say it's more protein for you.

I knew my opinion would upset others, but that's just my opinion. [edited by TB.Net] Thanks Mango Lover for your kind explanation that tells us we can be cordial after all.

I remember as kids we used to play the cow dunk war so is this a new game " mongo war" what are the rules, you guys taken the sweetness out of the mongo.