Jun 16 2010

The Gift of a Father

Category: Montserrat On My MindBrenda McCartney @ 6:48 pm
Inspirational Writing

Photographed by Essence

There is a point in a child’s life when they feel annoyance having to deal with the discipline or actions of a father. Sometimes as children we think they fail at their duty. As we become older or as a parent we do feel thankful for having being blessed with a gift of a father. I recalled moments when my father did not meet my expectations and I let him feel my keen displeasure.  Looking back at his level of participation in my life, I think that it could have been more, but it was adequate enough. My grandmother was a dominant force in my life along with my grandfather and uncles both whom participated in raising me and they were good men.

My father was not a constant or consistent force in my life in my earlier years but I am truly grateful for my prized moments then even if I did not know it then.  Yet I am grateful for living with him during my teen years. There was much that he taught me.  I can still recall our conversation at the beach one Saturday afternoon about the ‘birds and the bees.’ I still cringe when I remember him trying to bond with his then twelve year old daughter. He assisted with my preparation of Common Entrance Examination (CXC) O’ Levels to make that transition into adulthood.  He was there to guide me in the advice on the selection of friends. He facilitated my independence of living on my own before I went off to college so I can be more accountable when I am away from home and the community that raised me and he did a lot more as well.

One day he asked, “Did the things I did not do prevent you from achieving what you wanted.” He meant did those things he did not do still allow me to succeed in life. I would have to say yes. This brings to mind Barack Obama’s “Dreams From My Father” in his 1995 memoir; with the absence of his father he advanced because he was “driven by ambition, a hunger for control.”  My husband said from time to time that he is thankful for my father because he did in many ways shape me into who or what I am today. Those trying times made me into the beautiful, independent, accountable, nurturing young lady and loving mother that I am today. I hope that when you too look back on your life, you too you are thankful for knowing your father.

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Mar 09 2010

Expression

Category: Montserrat On My Mind,PoetryBrenda McCartney @ 9:54 am

Androsia, Batik
Photographed by Susan Koster

I once heard the expression “If you have a talent and you do not use it you will surely lose it.” This echoes as I received a piece of art today from my dear friend Susan. This took me back to 1990 when I did my preparatory art work (Batik/Androsia) for my Caribbean Examination Council Exam (CXC). I remember that day; the anxiety, the prayers, the sweat. Now that I look back at it, God has been extremely good to me as it was the best art piece that I have ever produced.

The examiners were totally in agreement as I got a Grade 1. It was the norm that the examiners (All of the students work was shipped off to Barbados for grading ) did not return any pieces back to Montserrat. My Art teacher had even made a special request to have my piece returned. What makes me a bit upset is that – I have just recently learned from an acquaintance that the Barbadian students receive their exam art pieces back. Yet, I still remain hopeful that one day I will walk into a house or office that is displaying my CXC art work on their wall.

I have not used the batik art form since then. Every time I see a piece of Batik/Androsia I am invigorated with sentiment and absorbed with my thoughts as the method is still accurately practiced in my head.

Organic in hot water pan

A montage of whimsical shapes

Driven by a well pattern plan

Punctuated by lines, breaks

Waxed with rhythm of motion

Whirls, twirls

The Jig of dye in rotation

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A tapestry of emotion,

Wet with excitement contains

Bright colors, light colours first

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Mind-set transposes

The sun sears, patches of white retains

Sly smile slid from the soak

The mind twisting effect of strings ropes

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The repetition, infusion

The tubs of cold water

As the fabric gazes

Pegs, swaying on nylon lines

Delights

We wait

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Credible with time

The aural elements

As tender images shines

The resonant emotion

Spring to Life with expression

Hammering the rhyme

Of the impression

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Poem by Brenda L McCartney

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