Mar 12 2010

Rain Water

Category: Montserrat On My Mind,PoetryBrenda McCartney @ 11:23 am


Rain water

Yesterday I was bemused, as outside was overcast but not raining. After that I heard water pouring from a roof into a barrel.  I recollected that this was normal in my culture. Most roofs were made of tin (Galvanized, steel, metal). In order to economize we would catch rain to lower the cost of the water that came to the houses from the springs. This was also used to minimize the chlorine treated water. Some people held the view that rain water was healthier to drink. I also recently discovered that collecting rain water is an old African practice. The book I read mentioned particularly those of the Dinka tribe adhering to this although I am sure that collecting rain water is a custom unique to many people and cultures worldwide. As water is becoming more scarce and there are droughts affecting many (even developed) nations collecting rain water may become the typical way to gather water once again. What is your own cultures view on it? I notice that people are viewing this blog from around the world. Let’s start a conversation here about rain water. 

Lined oak wine barrel

Painted oil drums beats

Collecting rain water from corrugated tin roofs

Sensuous to smell

As customs trek miles of land

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Poem by Brenda L. McCartney

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Sep 15 2009

Navel String Custom

Category: Montserrat On My Mind,PoetryBrenda McCartney @ 8:56 pm

Photograph by Juancho Reyes

A ya me barn

A ya me navel string bury

So no come cut no style pan me

Over dey dem plant me coconut tree

A de sweetest water in a de world really

Gel a de pride and joy o de family

Me spirit tek to you

So lets have a drink and be merry my dear Sue

Before sun go down

And bus stop running fu town.

My recollection of where my navel string (umbilical cord) was buried is vague, because it was overshadowed by my eldest brother’s dwarf coconut tree. I can still see the small orange coconuts. The house is on the edge of a hill and the coconut tree is planted below it. Marse Sam always bragged about the day he planted the coconut tree and how he chopped a crapaud (frog) in two and buried it with the navel string. He would say Sal that is why the coconut water so sweet.

It was recorded that “the navel was first used in popular English literature sometime before 1892.” The burying of the navel string is a custom in the Caribbean; it is a symbol of our cultural heritage and it signals an unbreakable connection to the place where we were born. I read an excerpt of  Death and Regeneration of life by Maurice Bloch and Jonathan Parry. Well, needless to say some other cultures take this navel string burying to a whole different level. The Melanesian’s account of this is so eerie I will stop right there. However, I should mention that they believe that the navel string is our connection to the earth.

The real question is how many of us pine away to return to where or navel string was buried/home?

It would also be fascinating to know if the young mothers or fathers are steeped in tradition or they are not concerned about these things. I must confess that I am still perplexed about where to plant my daughter’s navel string. For me burying the navel string has a huge significance; as burying the navel string is pleasantly reminiscent of old times.

a site about Death and Regeneration

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