Salindra pick it

The flower of the citrus fruit


Miss Elianore was a Baptist and every morning she would sing, Jesus loves me. This I know, For the Bible tells me so., Yes, Jesus loves me. Yes, Jesus loves me. Yes, Jesus loves me. The Bible tells me so and so forth. Her neighbour would be irritated by her hymns because his children would began to sing the chorus, Yes Jesus loves me. For the Bible tells me so. He would say, All yuh better believed in what yuh singing. That would ended their morning prayers.

Miss Elianore also had a orange tree where a few branches overhung in her neighbour' yard. The children were forbidden to pick any fruit although if they asked their neigbour, she would kindly give them. One morning, their father heard some branches rustling and then caught a whiff of a orange rind followed by someone saying, Dat orange sweet, Ah feel to pick more and this commotion made him fly off the spring bed and pelt down stairs to see who had picked the fruit.

I smell orange, he said, who pick de orange? I hope Miss Elianore put poison in de soil, who pick de orange? Is aunti Salindra muttered one of his children. Well this just enraged him even more. Salindra, a big hardback woman like you sucking odder people orange, I hope Miss Elianore poison de tree this morning, I hope she put plenty so yuh go dead. How could you teach meh children to tief.

The elder of the village, Miss Elianore carried a shiny brown leather belt around waist to keep her blossoms in place and many people in the village believed she polished it every day with caster oil, but they knew her reasonings. At every party in the village, Miss Elianore was in attendance and at 6pm she would say, Alright, all children time to go home, is big people time. No one would appose her, not even the host. And by six o'clock, the room was empty of the rascals.

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There is an example of the rich traditions from Trinidad and Tobago remembered by your tanti or elder. It was a time where morals and behavior where set in stone, both by the head of the household and the community. Salindra was his sister in law and the village is Mayaro, Trinidad,