Last year I did a post called September Monochromes, and in the series of photos that I had on the post was one of a Coconut, to which a friend (Cecil) made the comment:
“I see the mystery of the coconut which may have travelled hundreds or even thousands of miles to land on the beach there and possible to continue it’s journey with the next tide.”
In this post, I have two photographs, the first is another coconut, not in monochrome this time, but it reminded me of that comment from Cecil. If that coconut could tell us the tales of it’s short life and probably long journey, what would it be like? Did it grow on a tree on our own shores, or on a distant shore in a far away land? Was it cut from a tree to give of it’s juice (and maybe jelly) immediately to the person picking it, or to be loaded with others and sold to someone else. Was the water drunk au naturel, or used in a sweet rum cocktail and served with one of those little umbrellas?
The second photo wasn’t originally meant to be lumped into the same post, but who decides these things anyway?
I had titled it “Of a Time gone by” even before considering this post. I grew up hearing the “old folks” using the phrase “If walls had ears”, meaning; what stories and events took place near those walls, what stories the walls would have been witness to. People should be more concerned with “if the walls had tongues”!
This building sits on (or in or next to) the St Joseph’s Mercy Hospital compound, across the road from the Eve Leary Police Headquarters, a few doors down and around the corner from the US Embassy and the Felix Austin Police College, on a street called “Parade Street” (I give you one guess as to why) and in walking distance of many other places of note (such as the Umana Yanna, The Pegasus Hotel, the Canadian High Commission, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. One can only imagine the things that have taken place in and around this humble looking building 🙂