Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Memories of Tia: Chapter One, Pages 1 - 10




Children's Book 3 - Memories of Tia


 
     Tia has one of the most beautiful sites any visitor could ever imagine. The rich had generators for their homes...and the not too rich or poor...and other lower classes used lanterns, lamps, or torches to find their ways at nighttime...


     The town stood quietly on an island surrounded by water. It is positioned in a beautiful surrounding of waterfront, fisherman's wharf, seashells, crabs, canoes, boats, cabins that are built upon water.... 

     Women, children, men, took their baths in the river, waterfront, or riverside...half-clothed using 
wash cloths ... women clothed from their chests to...knees -- and men clothed from their waists to their knees--
 

kids are clothed in like manner...everyone of 'em used a  wash cloth ... the town never experienced flood ... flooding never occurred...
 

     A town where animals like dogs, cats, birds, male-  hens or roosters, chicks, hens, ducks, goats, sheep lived their various lives around homes, above homes, in town's center or square, or stayed inside at  nighttime; but outside at daytime...
 

     The winds and the breezes from the ocean were very kind  to the land and its people. Men and their families would paddle canoes...and boat owners would ride theirs...


     In the mornings, one could hear these sounds...maa,  maa, baa, baa, meow, meow, woof, woof, quack, quack ... sounds of the town's animals... 

One would ask, "Did you hear the sounds...?" ...yes or no!...
 

     A town where the people are awakened by the sound of Cocoriokooh!!! crowed the rooster  meaning for the villagers to wake or get up from bed. The sound  begins at 4 A.M., repeats at 5 A.M., again at 6 A.M... 

One person said, "'morning."  "'morning," says another person.


      The people of this town have no choice but to wake-up after hearing the repeated sounds of the male-hen... cocoriokoohhh ... cocoriokooh ... cocoriokooh... (meaning cock-a-doodle-doo).


     The women do their chores, the men set out to do their various jobs: fishermen, shoemakers, hunters, boat-riders, farmers, carpenters, painters, welders, teachers, hospital aides...

"'morning, good day," Grandma would say to them as they passed by our home. 

"See you later," they would say to her.


       The young girls and ladies would fetch water for their homes going down to the riverside to get clean
water for chores: like bathing infants; for those that take their baths in cabin houses, scared of doing so in the river; or for washing clothes or dishes ... in pails, pots, or buckets, singing along as they journey ... while some would head toward the town's various wells directions to fetch clean water for drinking or fill-up water-pots for cooking food from wells, or even from tap water, running, and owned by some generous rich town's people. 

"Thanks," one lady said, "okay, go
 
well...," says the owner.


     Growing up as a little child, myself, I truly loved this town. I spent some time with my Grandma living this life style and I loved it very much...
 

     On Sundays ... we would put on our best clothes, including the men, boys -- wore socks, shoes -- women, ladies, girls -- children wore head-ties or hats and we would go to church. 

     The church building stood by the center of the town. The bells would ring reminding the people that it is time for service.