Meet The Sexties

For People Still Pumping in the Sixty-and -Over Community

How to hide another senior caught squeezing a young Trini cat vamping to exhale

As a leader well known for the care he exercises over his people, Trinidad and Tobago Police Commissioner Gary Griffith would have been deeply concerned at the news that one of his senior officers was found dead in a hotel room in the countryside.

The official word was that senior police officer Sean Timothy had visited the Double Palm hotel where he fell, hit his head and died. 

It was also reported that his female companion gave the police whatever information was necessary to clear on the air on this most unfortunate incident.

See Grannie Frightfully Fade Away Kicking and Screaming

No longer does the familiar smell of the traditional Christmas black cake hover over her now tattered kitchen. A  ham lies cold and damp in her empty refrigerator. There’s no sorrel and ginger beer here. The Thelma we all knew and loved as our rock is no more. The goal post has moved.

It seemed such a short time ago that Grannie had faced the general hospital like a man going to war and had her left breast removed but defiantly told he doctors he would keep the next one or die trying.              

That’s the war horse we knew. The lady who would come into the school and quarrel with our teachers when they beat us; the lady who held Avon parties and lit up the village; the non-working wife who saved money quietly then hid the down payment to buy a plot of land in the city so we could start our family in grand style breakout from the country life to which we had been doomed.

When Death Becomes a Regular Feature Of Life

t’s not at all amusing but very funny how – at this special time of one’s life –  Death has become such a regular feature. Who would believe that barely two days after  I helped my neighbour “Jinx”* push his old car, he  died of a heart attack?

Incidentally, the way how I got the news of Jinx’s passing was also cause for discomfiting consternation tinged with humour. Or as the old people say: “Thing to cry for, you laughing”.

I got a wake-up call from Scobie, a long-time a community resident who reacted to my “Hello” in a hesitant, diffident tone.

“…I don’t know how to say this…but…”, he said solemnly, “ …I hear you dead!”

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