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​Voices in the Land

Picture courtesy Mark Lyndersay

My name is Ivan Laughlin and, although I am Trini to the bone, I am Caribbean in the marrow.

I’m a war baby, born 15 January 1942. Muhammud Ali is the 17th.
When they were sprinkling [greatness] they passed me and touched him first.

As a five-year-old, I used to walk from Long Circular Rd to the Savannah, take the tram to CityGate, pick up two packs of nuts and go back. Or take the bus down Long Circular Rd to Cipriani Blvd, where Miss Eccle’s school was, and go back by bus, all by myself, at age five.

My parents split up when I was about seven. My mum took us to live with my grandmother, Evelyn Anderson, on the Maracas Estate. The move from the urban to the rural had a striking impact on me.


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​Voices in the Land

Picture courtesy Mark Lyndersay

My name is Ivan Laughlin and, although I am Trini to the bone, I am Caribbean in the marrow.

I’m a war baby, born 15 January 1942. Muhammud Ali is the 17th.
When they were sprinkling [greatness] they passed me and touched him first.

As a five-year-old, I used to walk from Long Circular Rd to the Savannah, take the tram to CityGate, pick up two packs of nuts and go back. Or take the bus down Long Circular Rd to Cipriani Blvd, where Miss Eccle’s school was, and go back by bus, all by myself, at age five.

My parents split up when I was about seven. My mum took us to live with my grandmother, Evelyn Anderson, on the Maracas Estate. The move from the urban to the rural had a striking impact on me.


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