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Saturday, May 3, 2014

The Cuban Connection

Would you believe I now know more relatives from my father's side in Cuba than in Jamaica, although that side of my family was born right here!

Miriam, Bebita, (me)Magaly, Maydolys, (Back) Hector Ian Casrlos (Front)

I  tell you it was great to finally meet these members of my family and learn something about my paternal grandfather who died when I was quite young and of whom, I recall, I was very scared.

I was scared of him as he was blind so always wore dark glasses and he had a big beard. I think I only saw him twice but what puzzles me now is that I can't recall anyone ever telling me anything about him or his family!

 The only thing I knew was that he was the principal of a primary school, became blind in his 40s and died in his early 80's. It is only through my cousin Barry who lives in Canada but who had grown up with us and who later found another cousin there named Sheila who brought him up speed on the relatives of my paternal grandfather, that I too am getting some information about that side of the family.

Barry heard about the relatives in Cuba and some years ago attended a small gathering to celebrate the 105th birthday of our grand aunt there. He sent me the email address of her daughter called Bebita (Real name Florianna). We started to communicate and that is how I ended up going there this time to meet the wonderful family there who I had known nothing about on my previous three trips to Cuba.
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I now know  that my grandfather actually had eleven siblings most of whom migrated all over the world.

Bebita speaks English and is in touch with relatives in Jamaica, Canada, England and the USA and she has a wealth of information.

However her children, grandchildren and great grand children speak only Spanish and do not appear to be too interested in communicating with far flung relatives so I don't know how long the connections will remain, but it was really great linking up with them.

Body builder, Asiel
Bebita's mother migrated to Cuba around 1919 when the Cuban economy was blooming and many Caribbean migrants went there in search of good jobs. (On my latest visit there, I met quite a few descents of Jamaicans, Grenadians and St. Lucians).

Bebita was born there and while another aunt who had gone there with her mom moved on to the USA, her mom stayed there forever and raised a Cuban family. Bebita is the only child but she has three daughters, two grandsons and a grand daughter and 2 great grand sons.


Most live in Cayo Mambi in the municipality of Fank Pais which is in Holguin province, some 160 kms from Holguin city.

Her town is a pleasant, rural farming area with wide tree lined streets and high rise buildings built by the government to house the people.

Bebita had been a teacher in her youth, teaching adults English after the revolution.

In the 1962, hurricane Flora destroyed her home and she was given a two bedroom ground floor apartment in a government house.

The main source of employment used to be at the Frank Pais sugar factory, but after it was destroyed by one of the many hurricanes that constantly devastate us in the Caribbean, it was closed and many people were left unemployed.

 As a result  of the liberalization now taking place under Raul Castro, many persons have now set up small businesses in their homes and operate farms. In Cuba today, you can now keep, use and sell farm products and  small animals and you can dispose of everything as you wish, except cows which have to be sold to the state.

Cayo Mambi is a very pleasant rural town like any you would see here but it is the first place I have even seen an outdoor gym with exercise equipment for the residents to use.

The most confusing thing I found about Cuba was the money as they have two types, the peso and the Peso CUC.

To travel over to Cayo Mambi from Holguin town, we chartered an old Russian made Lada which looked a bit decrepit and had a noisy engine but it drove well. We had planned to hop on a bus to return, but learnt that the buses were reserved for the residents as the fares are subsidized so we came home in a brand new chartered, air conditioned Chinese car. It did not appear to be as good as the old Lada however as we noticed that the engine kept fading so the driver was constantly turning the key back on, but it never stopped and we got back comfortably and safely.

Flowers were laid in front of the monument dedicated to Frank Pais

I was very curious about Frank Pais as not only is the airport at Holguin and an entire municipality named after him but also the sugar factory in Cayo Mambi and the house where he was born in Santiago de Cuba is highlighted as a place of interest.

 On looking him up on my return, I learnt from WIKIPEDIA that; "Frank País (December 7, 1934 – July 30, 1957) was a Cuban revolutionary who campaigned for the overthrow of General Fulgencio Batista's government in Cuba. País was the urban coordinator of the 26th of July Movement, and was a key organizer within the urban underground movement, collaborating with Fidel Castro's guerrilla forces which were conducting activities in the Sierra Maestra mountains.[1] País was killed in the streets of Santiago de Cuba by the Santiago police on July 30, 1957.[2][3]
His father was Francisco País Pesqueira, a Protestant pastor married to Rosario García Calviño. Both were from Marín in Galicia, Spain and immigrants to Cuba. Francisco País Pesqueira was one of the founding members of the First Baptist Church of Santiago de Cuba. On his death, Rosario García Calviño took sole charge of 5-year-old Frank and his younger brothers Augustin, 3, and Josué, 2.[4]
The family struggled financially, although his mother taught piano to make ends meet.[5] Frank began to study architecture, but abandoned his studies to enroll in the Oriente Teacher’s College which he graduated from on July 6, 1953."

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

The Poor in Cuba versus the Poor in Jamaica, Haiti etc.

I could never live in a communist country as I value my freedoms too much. However, after visiting my family in Cuba over the Easter holidays and seeing in general how the Cubans live, I am convinced that the poor there have much better living conditions than the poor in either Jamaica or Haiti.
My little cousin Brian

To begin with, there is no vulgar gap between the rich and the poor there as most people are poor but most importantly, they are not starving and their health needs are looked after.

My cousin there lost her home in 1963 to hurricane Flora and was given a two bedroom flat in a two storey building and she has never had to pay a cent for living there. Granted because they do not own it, they do not paint it or look after it but it is solid and comfortable.

Further she has all the lifestyle diseases that most of us get with old age, eg. diabetes etc and she gets total free health care and pays very little for medication. In addition, she gets a extra half liter of milk every other day to ensure that she is getting good nutrition.

 In Cuba too, education up to university level is free and the only thing the parents have to pay is the a small fee for the uniforms. Granted a doctor only starts at about Can $30 per month when he graduates, but at least he has a great education and therefore possibly a good future because he is educated.

In Jamaica and Haiti if you are sick and poor, by the time you get medical attention you are dead after living a life of constant pain and no one cares whether you starve or not and getting medical attention or even the simplest operation is as hard as winning the lottery.

Yes there are beggars in Cuba but few and far between and in the general, the people look far healthier than our poor do. Yes wages are low but basics including transportation and food is subsidized so people eat well.

Cuban adults and teens are very responsible too as you do not see them walking around with a string of uncared for children as you see here and in most Latin American countries. While the government does not restrict the number of children people can have, they offer free contraceptives and abortion and because the people recognise that they do not have much, they do not breed indiscriminately but have only one child or two at the most two and because they do not have  a slew of kids stressing them out, they really cherish them.

I was felt so warm all over as I watched the parents drop off kids at a kindergarten near us and the fathers hugged and kissed their kids, even the boys as they watched until they were safely in the school yard. Of course they dropped them off on bicycles or walked, but they were there for them  all the way and you could feel the love and see how much they cherished their kids.

Yes poverty is all over the country there as it is here and in Haiti but at least in Cuba, poverty is not a sentence to perpetual suffering and I suspect, that having grown up not knowing what freedom is, when they migrate it is for the same reason that out people migrate and that is to try and get by better, economically.