Dear Folks, This evening while I was editing "My Suriname Adventure" into the jungles of Suriname in 1972, I realized that I had overlooked telling about the more unique and important things I had experienced. I had the opportunity to witness two "End of Mourning" ceremonies that were celebrated by the Bush Negroes away from general civilization. It was explained to me that when a chief of the village died, the village went into a period of mourning that lasted for one year. After the one year was up, the whole village celebrated by beating on drums and gathering into a circle where ancient African dances went round and round. I was given the unique privilege of attending both of the ceremonies but I was severely cautioned not to take my camera with me because taking pictures of the ceremony would be forbidden. But I could take along my tape recorder if I kept it hidden underneath my purse. My memory is fading now and all that I can go on is the memories I still have of those thrilling occasions. Yes, I still have the tape recordings I had made at the time but I'll have to put the experience together into words. In addition to the ceremonies I had witnessed was the realization of the Bush Negroes' past in Africa when they were brought over to Suriname (Dutch Guinea) as slaves back in the 1600s. They brought with them not only their customs and way of life but also the importance of what their genealogy meant to them. I can only hope that I'll be able to put into words those experiences. Hopefully, my tape recordings will refresh my mind. vee