By Felesha Parboo. As a child growing up, I always remembered going to Granville with my family.
My grandparents and most of my mom’s family lived there, so it was basically moving from house to house until we reached the beach.
At my grandparents’ home, there were astonishing varieties of dogs, fruits and vegetables. My cousins, sisters and I would run into the bushes at the back of the house and try to locate any fruits we wanted.
We got mango, plum, chenette, coconut, orange, portugal, and a lot more. Most of the time, while we were waiting to go on the beach we would make a chow with a lot of fruits that we found in the bushes. It was absolutely amazing.
Also my grandparents owned a parlour where they sold snacks, soft drinks and ice cream – my favourite. But unfortunately, we would have to pay for most of them. Haha. My grandparents were strict but they gave us a little slack once in a while.
At last we arrive at Granville Beach
When it was time to go on the beach, all my cousins, my sisters and I would put on our bathing clothes, jump into the back of a van and hold on for dear life. Going along the road we would try to pick out what kind of birds we saw and looked at all the different kinds of trees and nests. The view was always astonishing.
At last, we would reach on the beach and it would feel like it was long overdue. We would run into the water and play with balls and floats for about three to four hours.
Dozens of families usually came out for fun and relaxation. I also noticed many of the sheds were equipped with an area for cooking for which many families opted, and the air would be filled with the delicious aromas of many dishes.
When we became tired we would come out of the water and eat some food like fried rice, macaroni pie and fried chicken, which I would help my mom cook early in the morning before we came down to Granville. And when the food was digested we would make teams and play a game of football or cricket on the shore or parking lot.
It is a memory I will always have. We enjoyed every minute we could with our grandparents. When it was time to go we would stop and collect our fruits and vegetables, kiss Papa and Mama goodbye, and it was back home until another weekend or holiday when we could visit Granville again.
August 2015 – Issue 17 www.sweettntmagazine.com
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