Dear Editor,
Those of us who knew the man either as a close friend, co-worker, fellow public servant, fellow Guyanese, or “folklorist extraordinaire,” in whatever grouping we may have known him, one thing for sure, we will always remember the nostalgic moments he provided. The man Wordsworth McAndrew was indeed unique in very many ways. It is hard to characterize the type of person he really was, especially if you were close to him.
From a distance Wordsworth would have easily been seen as “an ordinary man” with extraordinary ways, but his relatives and close friends would have been blessed to know that he was no ordinary human being just walking around the place in sandals, and carrying that raggedy knapsack, the same one Sir Ronald referred to in his tribute. The man was so ordinary that he was never enthused about driving a motor car, more so owning one. He was not only content to ride his bicycle, even in the rain, but he was just as happy doing so as his one time “functional superior” Hugh Cholmondeley enjoyed riding around in his “MGB” car.