The act of writing came naturally to me. As a child I loved books. In books I could live other lives, be like the heroines in the books, and live in their enchanted world. Books expanded my horizons and released my imagination.
I first came to literature by listening to stories, riddles, and jokes being told by family members and neighbors. The culture in which I spent the first eight years of my life was an oral one (there was no television) and storytelling was one of the principal forms of entertainment. An uncle, for instance, used to tell duppy stories.1. From him we learned of the rolling calf, the three-foot horse, and the old hige.2. He told these stories with great embellishment: speaking like the duppy, behaving like the duppies. Needless to say, when I was a child, these stories filled me with great fear, but I remember to this day how fascinated I was by them.
An aunt narrated 'Nancy stories while a younger cousin would tell us the notorious "big boy" stories far from the ears of grown-ups.3. My parents, aunts, and other family members and neighbors told us factual stories, myths, and legends about my own family. Through an aunt I learned of my great-grandmother who was famous (or infamous) for using____________________
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Publication information: Book title: Caribbean Women Writers:Essays from the First International Conference. Contributors: Selwyn Reginald Cudjoe - Editor. Publisher: University of Massachusetts Press. Place of publication: Amherst, MA. Publication year: 1990. Page number: 301.
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