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Property Situate @ #122 Aurora Avenue, Sunrise
Sale for: Tuesday 23rd July, 2013
Public Notice is hereby give that by the order of RBC
Royal Bank Trinidad and Tobago Limited of #55
Independence Square, in the City of Port of Spain and
in exercise of the Power of Sale conferred on mort-
gagees by the Conveyancing and Law of Property Act
Ch. 56:01 and contained in Deed of Mortgage dated
December 30, 2010 registered as No. DE 2011 0026
9344 DOO1 made between ANTHONY HUTCHIN-
SON also called ANTHONY RICHARDS-HUTCHIN-
SON of the One Part and RBC Royal BANK
(TRINIDAD & TOBAGO) LIMITED (formerly RBTT
Bank Limited) of the Other Part there will be put up
For sale by Public Auction by the undersigned at my
Auction Mart at L.P #161, Eastern Main Road Petit
Bourg, San Juan on Tuesday 23rd July, 2013 between
the hours of 10:00 am and 11:00 am.
The Schedule Herein Referred to:
ALL AND SINGULAR that parcel of land situate at
Tacarigua, in the Ward of Tacarigua, in the Republic of
Trinidad and Tobago (being portion of Iands described
in title Eighth parcel of land in the Second Schedule to
Deed registered as No. 16629 of 1975 and known as
Cane Farm Estate and St. Clair Estate and also
described in the First Schedule to the Lease) com-
prising FOUR Hundred and Seventy-Six Point Zero
(476.0) Square Metres and bounded on the North by
Lot No. 121 and by a Road Reserve 10.00 metres
wide on the South by Lot No. 123 and by a Multiple
Family Site No. 2 on the East by Lot No. 121 and by a
Multiple Family Site No. 2 and on the West by Lot No.
123 and by a Road Reserve 10.00 metres wide and
which said parcel of land is known as "Lot No. 122"
and shown on the Amended General Plan marked "A"
and annexed to the Deed of Lease dated 2nd day of
February, 1999 and registered as No. 4773 of 1999.
Dated this 11th day of July, 2013
/s/ Peter Soon
Peter Soon & Co. Ltd.
I can t recall when it became
summer but that appellation
was around since I was a child.
There are many things
demanding of purism. The
propensity of Trinis to refer to
the longest school vacation period
of the year as summer isn t one
I indulged this week in fond
memories of my own school vaca-
The slideshow was triggered
when I nearly crushed a child
(who must have been fitted with
blinkers) speeding gleefully on a
motorised scooter directly into
the path of my vehicle.
At first I thought I should chase
him down and let him know the
danger he is posing to vehicles
driving through the parking lot;
the damage and inconvenience he
would cause to a vehicle and
On reflection I decided, live and
let live. Allow him to be taught
that lesson by another vehicle.
For now, he should enjoy the day
on his scooter.
Working parents with means
typically bundle their children off
to summer camps of all varieties.
It is an expensive, but necessary
facility to ensure that they are
someone else s problem during
I had my summer camp days
as well. One memory in particular
The Boy Scouts headquarters
in St Anns has been used to host
camps during the holidays.
I recall the first morning that
I was dropped off there. It
appeared as a sprawling property
bordered by tall, swaying stands
of bamboo offering far reaching
shade and numerous niches for
all sorts of shenanigans and
I thought: "This isn t so bad!"
In environmental terms it was
very similar to my neighbourhood,
my natural habitat.
I soon discovered that this was
not a summer camp but a prison
camp. I was interred on account
of a string of less than impressive
The punishment was spending
sunny days indoors in a dungeon
fortified with mathematical equa-
tions and the monotone vituper-
ations of a teacher embittered at
having been forced into augment-
ing her meagre income with a
summer holiday hustle.
Not all of my vacations were
squandered in such internment
camps of academic development.
I don t remember how my parents
got away with it, but my friends
and I were often left to our own
We were up fairly early for chil-
dren, determined to make the
most mayhem we could during
We were out riding, fixing bust-
ed chains, or burrowing in the
dirt somewhere like outsized
On another day we d be hope-
lessly stoning a chenette tree,
which might as well have been
called a futility tree because it
was too tall to climb and the fruit
too high to be pelted.
The risk-reward equation of the
chenette tree: The number of
stones aimed at the tree, yet find-
ing their way through people s
closed windows was always more
than the number of chenette
you d succeed in knocking off the
That was math I had no trouble
with and we were usually quite
happy to give up and go interfere
with the much easier prospect of
a guava tree nearby.
Skateboards were either too
expensive or not readily available
in Trinidad so we made them.
A friend got into his father s
tool shed and extracted a wildly
dangerous beast called a jigsaw.
We took perfectly good pieces
of plywood meant for a higher
purpose and risked all of our God-
given digits to cut out something
bearing a resemblance to a skate-
Then we had to worry about
the wheels. My sister would come
home from an outing to discover
that her roller skates were now
just hideous shoes.
With the dawning of each day,
we were always on the move,
looking for something new and
exciting. On hot days, it wasn t
enough to cool off with the water
One day after facing the real-
isation that dousing ourselves in
hot water (some of the water lines
were shallow and therefore built
up tremendous heat) out in the
hot sun was an untenable affair
we had to come up with a solu-
There was an extremely slim
connection to someone with pool
privileges; my friend had a cousin
who had an aunt who lived in a
compound across the Diego Mar-
tin highway where there was a
She was practically a blood
relation to us all!
We crawled up through a
drainage ditch behind the property
and decided to make the best of
the time that the security guard
was not on patrol.
The expectation was that if we
were discovered, we d roll out our
rank and he d have to back down.
Well he didn t, and we were all
marched soaking wet in single file
back to the filthy drainage ditch
from whence we came.
I had great boy days; perhaps
that s what makes my oppressed
adulthood more bearable.
Trinidad is a different country
today and parents can t permit
the wild abandon which guided
Children s lives are now guard-
ed and almost as hectic as those
of grown folk.
My memories remind me of the
importance of allowing children...
to be children.
REMEMBERING 'SUMMER' HOLIDAYS
With the dawning
of each day, we
were always on
the move, looking
new and exciting.
On hot days, it
wasn't enough to
cool off with the
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