8.07.2010
mae bucknor: in memorium
A month or two ago, I felt a sudden, strong pang of missing Mae and Leonard, the couple who cared for the house my father once owned in Jamaica. I knew they were getting older, and I missed them. (There is independent verification of that, as I mentioned it to several people.) It turns out that at about that time, Mae suffered a stroke. Last Sunday, she died.
Mae glided through Castle Gorden, Jamaica, between her house and ours, like a ship under full sail. She did battle with the vegetable vendors at the market in Port Maria and commanded her flotilla of family absolutely. She also commanded us, though so subtly that we hardly suspected. Two households now feel the loss of her steady hand at the helm.
OK, enough with the maritime metaphors.
She could laugh. This is a great boon, and her laugh was wonderful to hear. She could yell—never at us and we could never understand what she was saying to Leonard. She could cook, and she liked it. And when a person cooks who likes to cook—oh my! I loved her ackee and salt fish, kalilu, chocho, plantain, rice and peas. I cook bluefish the way she cooked fish and first used curry under her aegis. I would never have ever eaten goat but for her curried goat specialty. I sat on the counter and watched her cook and listened to her stories.
Mae taught me about Jamaica. She was my interpreter—linguistically, socially and culturally. Without her I would have been a tourist terrified of the street hawkers in Ocho Rios. Under her instruction, I came to love the people of her neighborhood and her country. I am deeply sorry that now I will never be able to share mine with her.
Two families, hers and ours, became one family, now bereft.
Pictures from Jan Jenner's diary of the last time we visited Jamaica—maybe in 2000?
link to pictures of Dowling House in Jamaica
Such a nice tribute, C. She sounds fantastic. Lucky you for having known her.
ReplyDeleteA lovely remembrance of Mae, Claudie.
ReplyDeleteWe all miss her.
She was wonderful.
Sorry for your loss; we all should be so fortunate to have someone like Mae in our lives.
ReplyDeleteyou were so lucky...I understand the gratitude...I named my son"Willie" after "Willie Mae Samuels" who virtually raised us...not a Jamacan but a Georgian,Augusta that is....your cooking reflects her influence....lucky us
ReplyDeletewhat is ackee? I think of Belafonte singing...ackee rice salt fish is nice and the rum is fine any time of year....so sorry for all she is gone...also I meant Willie James Samuels...not the baseball player, which is what came to my lost mind...ooops
ReplyDeleteErin's beautiful poem about Mae
ReplyDeleteAll right so far
How many years awakened to
cloth on cloth, clank of pans and the
voices from the kitchen, radio
from Kingston, the snap of a towel
The muffled sounds of chickens and goats,
chuckle and fuss, the broom
a minibus honking past like John Crow
Spinning down the narrow road
A shout from the street, smile at the door
Children, storms, heat, death, weddings, love, food,
church, sickness, songs, politics, guns, teeth,
neighbors, roofs, caring, always and always family
soon pass
Then grandchildren and still the broom, the radio,
peppermints on the counter
Moving house, making do, making life
And I swung my legs and I watched and I learned
Ask her how she was and she would always say
Everything’s all right so far