Gabriel (Gabe) Fernandes (1937-2021): his art

Gabe Fernandes

Gabriel Fernandes, left his homeland, British Guiana (now Guyana) during the pre-independence period and settled in Canada with his family. He lived and worked in/for the City of Brampton and retired after many years.


Friday, December 24, 2021, Gabe Fernandes of Picton, formerly of Brampton died at the age of 84. He was the son of the late John & Margo Fernandes (nee Pestana) and was the beloved husband for 61 years to Noreen (nee Pereira).

Gabe was born April 12, 1937 in Georgetown, Guyana, the eldest of 11 children. At age 17, he joined the British Guyana Defense Force. Following his military service, Gabe worked for D. M. Fernandes & Co. Ltd in Georgetown, Guyana as a junior bookkeeper. He continued his accounting career with Crown Life Insurance Company. A career change then took Gabe to work for Esso in Atkinson Field, Guyana where he monitored fuel payload of all aircrafts. In 1956, Gabe met his bride, Noreen and later married her in 1960. Shortly after their marriage, Gabe & Noreen moved their young family to Canada in 1963 where he began to work at Vacuum Metalizing and then Carter Carburetor, working as Manager of Office Administration. His 6th and final career was with the City of Brampton as Manager of Administration until his retirement in 2002. Gabe’s dream was to become a Pilot with an opportunity with the RAF, however, his devotion to his family ties was first and foremost. Gabe was an award winning and accomplished artist, including oil painting, poetry, caricatures and calligraphy.


Rohini and I met Gabe (and Noreen) at the Chingcousy Wellness Centre in Brampton, Ontario many years ago, and we discovered, to our delight, that we shared a common background, all of us coming from British Guiana (now Guyana). Most of our conversations naturally focussed on places and people we knew back in the old country, his job at Esso back there, his career with the City of Brampton, and his family. Then I discovered Gabe’s hidden talent for art and the paintings he’d done, including the award winning ones hanging on the walls of his home. When we moved to our new house, Gabe generously gifted one of his paintings that my wife admired and it was framed and hung with pride in our entrance. I will continue to see that painting every time I climb the stairs and I will remember Gabe for his wit and soft spoken eloquence. He will be greatly missed…

“The Lighthouse” hanging on my wall!

IMAGES OF GABE’S PAINTINGS ARE REPRODUCED WITH HIS KIND PERMISSION. ALL IMAGES ARE COPYRIGHT GABE FERNANDES AND FAMILY AND MAY NOT BE REPRODUCED WITHOUT THEIR WRITTEN PERMISSION.

MAYA MOHAN: Profile

Maya Mohan

Maya Mohan is a writer, musician, and private voice instructor. She grew up in Calgary, Alberta among the West Indian community. Maya has been a storyteller from a young age through a variety of media. Maya’s multicultural upbringing has influenced her as an artist and as a writer. She holds a Master of Music in Voice Performance & Pedagogy from Memorial University of Newfoundland. She also holds  Bachelor’s degrees in Drama & Communications Studies as well as Music. Maya now lives in Ontario with her husband and two small children.

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MIDDLEROAD PUBLISHERS CATALOGUE

MIDDLEROAD PUBLISHERS CATALOGUE

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MIDDLEROAD PUBLISHERS CATALOGUE

A TIME TO LOVE AND A TIME TO DIE

By Michael Joll

Finely drawn characters. Visually dramatic, tense and emotionally satisfying. This is one of the finest novels of the Great War. In this poignant story, the writing stands in stark contrast with the unvarnished description of the brutality of trench warfare.



ATTITUDE

By David Moores

Fresh, gritty and laced with dry humour, Attitude is a fast-paced story readers of all ages won’t want to put down. Fourteen-year-old Lyle Prince is a cynical near-dropout with a severe case of attitude. It’s dead of winter and an outbreak of weird stuff—random acts of vandalism and livestock going missing—is unsettling the citizens of Southmead. Lyle inevitably gets drawn into them all.


DOWN INDEPENDENCE BOULEVARD AND OTHER STORIES

By Ken Puddicombe

A taxi driver notices the changes in Independence Boulevard since freedom was gained from Britain. A free-wheeling spirit spends his time gambling and engaging in riots. A man is sentenced to death for the murder of his lover. Two women escape racial conflict and seek a better life at home and abroad. A housewife has faced the last straw with her husband. A mailman is caught in the middle of the World Trade Centre terrorist attack. These are some of the characters encountered in this engaging collection of short stories from the pen of Ken Puddicombe.


GABRIEL

By Michael Joll

Gabrielle transcends time and space, taking the reader on a journey to Poland, France, Holland and Israel as she searches for her identity. Fifty years after several romantic attachments, at a wedding reception, Gabrielle is certain that one of the men sitting at her table is one of her former lovers. Having loved and lost three times, Gabrielle is philosophical and wonders: Can an old flame be reignited? 


I WENT TO THE END OF THE RAINBOW

By Pramita Chakraborty

A Looking for your little one’s next bedtime story? I Went To The End Of The Rainbow is a beautifully illustrated, captivating tale about a young child who can’t sleep and embarks on an adventure through the colours of the rainbow. Encourages curiosity and exploration. Children will learn words associated with movement, such as stepping, leaping, and dancing. Features whimsical watercolours. Each ray of colour is a new adventure with depictions of faraway lands, nature, animals and space.


JUNTA

By Ken Puddicombe

Expatriate Marcus Jacobson wants to make a difference on the island of St. Anglia where he is taking up a professorship at the university but there are forces that will test him. The military stages a coup, usurps power and suspends the constitution. Hurricane David is heading for the island. The people Marcus encounters will determine his attitude to the Junta. They include: Melanie, a student who thinks force should be used to restore democracy; Father Bert, a priest who believes in Liberation Theology; Clarence Baptiste, editor of the local newspaper; the Reverend who runs a dirty tricks campaign for the Junta; Kentish, an islander who is a pacifist by nature and believes events should run their course.


LOVE HAS TWO MOONS

By Franklin Mohan

Trinidad born, Canadian domiciled Franklin Mohan has worn many hats: Teacher, golfer, photographer, woodworker, physician. A novella and three short stories make up this first collection as he explores racism and racial attitudes in Love Has Two MoonsBonobo The BeaterOh God I’m Black and The Visit, taking the reader from the island of Trinidad to rural Saskatchewan in Canada.


MEET ME AT THE FOUR CORNERS

Anthology with stories by Cherry Narula, Ken Puddicombe, Lynda Brunelle, Mark Blair, Michael Joll, Raymond Holmes, Rena Flannigan

Twenty-six stories, fiction and non-Fiction, some of them prize winning submissions from the writers of the Brampton Writers Guild, are featured in this collection. The reason for the universal appeal and charm of a cup of tea. A man is caught in the ravages of the World Trade Centre attack. A long-lost love reappears after many years. The irresistible call of the Four Corners in Brampton. In Colonial India a young boy is caught in the middle of an upheaval while in Canada another suffers the loss of his father. An author gives a poetic tribute to travel around the world. These are some of the stories that make up this compilation.


PEOPLE OF GUYANA

By Ian McDonald and Peter Jailall

From Berbice to Essequibo and Demerara in-between, these poems traverse the geography of Guyana with startling insights into its people and culture. 


PERFECT EXECUTION AND OTHER STORIES

By Michael Joll

A viola player in San Franciso is surprised by a panhandler’s hidden talent. In Barbados a voyeur makes contact with the object of his desire. A woman in Delhi retaliates against her abusive husband. A German army corporal confronts the criminal actions of his superior officer. In British Columbia a woman is terrorized by her ex-convict husband. A veteran Winnipeg detective solves a murder in an unusual way. These are some of the international settings encountered in this appealing first collection of short stories.


PERSONS OF INTEREST

By Michael Joll

Set in colonial Malaya, these eight cases will tax all his experience and investigative skills as Inspector Masters comes up against antagonists determined to get away with murder most foul.


POEMS FOR MARY

By Ian McDonald

“The garden which my wife has created, it is as much a work of art as a painting by a master spirit or a piece of perfect music by a composer.”


RACING WITH THE RAIN

By Ken Puddicombe

Can one outrun the rain? Guyanese born Carl Dias receives news that his father Augusto has died in Guyana. Back in then British Guiana, Carl, a member of the left-wing ruling party, clashed with his father, a businessman in the Conservative party. Returning will reignite memories of the collapse of the political and social fabric of the colony, stoked by the Kennedy administration applying pressure through the CIA on the British to engineer the government out of office. 


THE GARDEN

By Ian McDonald

“As golden afternoon transmutes into silver evening and then into velvet darkness fretted by stars I sit to read and think and dream. It is a place of peace and beauty and therefore truths are very likely to be revealed. Where I am is the garden which my wife has created.” Ian McDonald is the recipient of Guyana’s Golden Arrow Of Achievement. The University of the West Indies in 1997 awarded him honorary Doctorate Of Letters. He has been a Fellow of The Royal Society Of Literature since 1970.


UNFATHOMABLE AND OTHER POEMS
By Ken Puddicombe

These poems cover a variety of themes, all connected to a childhood growing up in British Guiana, the rise of nationalism and the pre and post-independence eras. Nostalgia and yearning for a time long gone and never returning, are explored. The rise of nationalism, the period of disturbances in the 60’s and resulting dislocation are reflected in some of these poems.


WINDWARD LEGS

By Dave Moores

Fast and risky action, both on and off the water, is what keeps Alice going. Windward Legs chronicles Alice’s exploits and her struggles—hair raising at times, to get her life back on an even keel. Alice is aided, and sometimes impeded, by the assorted female crew members of a yacht. The deeper story is about a woman finding within herself the strength and guts to move forward.


WITNESSES AND OTHER STORIES

By Raymond Holmes

Armin’s vintage violin is stolen from his car. In the year 2338 the Lagomarsias purchase their first Androbot. Arthur Lovacs is sentenced to death for a murder he didn’t commit. Daniel Burchard finds out he has six months to live. Sarah Richmond uses her ring to reveal the circumstances of her death. These are some of the intriguing stories in the first collection from Raymond Holmes.

ABOUT MiddleRoad Publishers

MiddleRoad Publishers was created to provide publishing opportunities for myself and other like-mind writers seeking visibility lacking in the Traditional Marketplace. Over the years, books have been edited and published for several authors, including Michael Joll, Dave Moores, Ian McDonald and Franklin Mohan.

KAIETEUR – The Wonder Of!

KAIETEUR FALLS ON THE POTARO RIVER GUYANA South America

JANUARY 2019

Kaieteur Falls, a cataract on the Potaro River in the interior of Guyana, South America, at 741 feet is the second highest in the world, behind Angel Falls in Brazil. Kaieteur is four times higher than Niagara Falls in Ontario and twice that of Victoria Falls on the border of Zambia and Zimbabwe in Africa. A series of steep cascades extend Kaieteur Falls to 822 feet. 

By volume of water flowing over it, Kaieteur is the world’s largest single-drop waterfall.

British geologist Charles Barrington Brown, leading a party of other surveyors, is said to “discover” (similar to Columbus “discovering The New World?) the falls in 1870, returning a year later to make wide-ranging measurements.

Several legends surround the naming of the falls. According to one Indian legend, it was named after a chief, Kai, who paddled over the falls in an act of sacrifice to save his people. Another, as told to Brown, is that Kaieteur, which means “old-man-fall” was named after an unlikable old man who was placed in a boat and shoved over the falls by his relatives!

Video was taken in January 2019 on a first-time, long overdue visit to one of the few remaining non-commercialized natural wonders. Access is mainly by aircraft.

SOURCE WIKIPEDIA

UNFATHOMABLE AND OTHER POEMS. Collection by Ken Puddicombe

UNFATHOMABLE AND OTHER POEMS. Collection by Ken Puddicombe

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Into poetry? An easy read for a first time reader written by a first time poet!



On the yacht Jackdaw. There’s a storm coming.

Extract from the novel WINDWARD LEGS. Copyright Dave Moores and Middleroad Publishers.

A flick of lightning lanced down in the middle distance. Oh, here we go, Alice said to herself. She felt a clutch in her stomach.  No use wishing they were safely tied to the dock. This thing was coming for them and would arrive long before they could make harbour.

“You all saw that, right?” she said. “We’re only a couple of minutes from the windward mark and then we’ll be heading back towards the shore anyway. I suggest we keep racing, but if anyone wants to turn around right now, just say, and we will. No discussion.” So strongly did she believe this that she didn’t even consider asking Mr O.

They turned to him anyway. He stared right back.

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“Your skipper asked you a question, why are you looking at me?” 

Thanks Mr O, she thought, much appreciated.

“I’m good,” said Marcus.

“I’m good,” said Derek.

“Go for it, we’re good here,” called Joss, from the rail. Teenagers: immortal of course.

She had one last question. “If it gets crazy, which sail do we drop first on these boats?” 

“The jib for sure.” answered Mr O, as they arrived at the windward mark.

Once around it, Jackdaw was sailing downwind with the mainsail out to one side as far as it would go, the wind pushing them from behind. 

The storm swept in fast, really fast. Spooky-looking skeins of pale cloud rolled in beneath the darkening overcast. A draft of chilled air felt like somebody opening a freezer door. Lightning strobed in the clouds, making deep booms Alice could feel in her chest. So far the wind was manageable, gusts showing up to thirty knots on the display. You’d have to be crazy to even think about hoisting the spinnaker.

Back at the mark, Tomahawk rounded with Fang right behind. Tomahawk was trying to reef his mainsail, a tough go with the boom way out to the side. The crew were screaming at each other and the sail flapped like crazy. Then the wind exploded it with a crack like gunfire, leaving shards of sailcloth fluttering from the mast. 

“He should’a done it when we did, you were right!” shouted Derek over the roaring wind and rush of water past the hull. 

 The tiller was kicking and pulling in Alice’s hand as Jackdaw careered along, rolling from side to side and barely under control. It was hard work, like driving a car without power steering. 

“Chas, can you come down?” she called, “I need a hand on the helm here.” She wasn’t sure why she’d chosen him, could be the smiley face and the mop of straw-coloured curls. It was tight quarters in her little steerer’s cockpit and he had to squeeze in next to her. She noticed the heft and warmth of his hard young man’s body. 

“Follow my movements, okay?” He gave a nod and a thumbs up and in seconds they had it together. They were side-by-side, he had an arm around her waist to brace them, and the other hand on the tiller next to hers. They weren’t fighting each other for control and it felt as if he knew her movements before she made them. She turned to gaze into his earnest young face. “You’ve sailed with a tiller before, right? I can tell.”

“A few times, yeh.” 

Good boy, more than a few, she suspected.

READ MORE OF THIS IN Dave Moores’ BOOK WINDWARD LEGS

Michael Joll. AUTHOR PROFILE

Born in England during the Late Pleistocene Age, Michael Joll has called Canada home since shortly after Confederation. He has held many jobs, from selling Continental Delicatessen in Selfridges on Oxford Street in London, to temporary part time deck hand and purser on a car ferry plying the North Reach of the Bay of Quinte. In between he was gainfully employed for forty years too many. Retired since 2004 (“The hours are great, the pay not so much”) he has spent most of that time writing fiction. He has lived in Brampton, Ontario since the mid-1970s with a wife (his own) and the memories of the dogs with whom he has been privileged to share his life.

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Author Michael Joll