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“Christmas in Barbados I miss being in Barbados in December, That is a time I always remember, The smell of varnish on the wooden floors and the smell of paint on the wooden floors. The smell of cloves as the ham was baked And the smell of the rum in mother’s fruit cake The smell of coconut as she bake de sweetbread, And the smell of the cloth, as she made up de bed”

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Author:Charmaine J Forde
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“CHRISTMAS FUSS IN BARBADOS IN THE 70’S Ginger immersed in the brewed sorrel was always tempting. There was also the aroma of the red English apples on the table, and ripe golden apples smelling heavenly. The smell of the new cloth, from the curtains reminded us that it was Christmas. There was also the smell of the oil skin tablecloth on our varnished table, the smell of new sheets on our bed, and not forgetting the smell of the big shaddock which sat in the center of the table.”

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Book:Over In Away: A Collection of Stories and Poems
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“And immediately we rushed like horses, wild with the knowledge of this song, and bolted into a startingly loud harmony: 'Rule Britannia, Britannia rules the waves; Britons, never-never-ne-verr shall be slaves!' and singing, I saw the kings and the queens in the room with us, laughing in a funny way, and smiling and happy with us. The headmaster was soaked in glee. And I imagined all the glories of Britannia, who, or what or which, had brought us out of the ships crossing over from the terrible seas from Africa, and had placed us on this island, and had given us such good headmasters and assistant masters, and such a nice vicar to teach us how to pray to God - and he had come from England; and such nice white people who lived on the island with us, and who gave us jobs watering their gardens and taking out their garbage, most of which we found delicious enough to eat...all through the ages, all through the years of history; from the Tudors on the wall, down through the Stuarts also on the wall, all through the Elizabethans and including those men and women singing in their hearts with us, hanging dead and distant on our schoolroom walls; Britannia, who, or what or which, had ruled the waves all these hundreds of years, all these thousands and millions of years, and kept us on the island, happy - the island of Barbados (Britannia the Second), free from all invasions. Not even the mighty Germans; not even the Russians whom our headmaster said were dressed in red, had dared to come within submarine distance of our island! Britannia who saw to it that all Britons (we on the island were, beyond doubt, little black Britons, just like the white big Britons up in Britannialand. The headmaster told us so!) - never-never-ne-verr, shall be slaves!”

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Book:Amongst Thistles and Thorns
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“I believe a writer is...the scribe-griot of his/her nation. S/he has the power to incite, ignite, excite, pacify, edify, motivate and eliminate others with the slash of a pen, click of a mouse or swipe of a finger. Though coloured by time, class, age, geography, childhood and other factors, a writer crystallises a slice of his/her society's culture, mores and its dark and light truths. A writer makes everything real.”

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Author:Sandra Sealy
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“The STANDPIPE Many people have made fun about those dingy white cemented standpipes; many have fallen down and bruised their knees after sliding, while fetching water in their metal buckets. Yeah, that’s what we called them back then “Go and catch a bucket of water-the pipes gone off” That’s what my mother used to say, “But I am going to be late fuh school again.” I always lamented. After a Sunday afternoon at Brandon’s beach, the water from the standpipe always felt good, especially after washing off the gritty sand from my feet and my bathing suit. Coming home from a long afternoon at the beach, a little water from the standpipe, provided instant relief. Long lines of people from Clevedale, Fairfield, Belfield and Seclusion Road, Fetching water and hurrying each other up, no time for false pride, The highfalutin neighbor was in line too, standing pouting on the other side Authors: Charmaine J. Forde Credit: Dr. Karl Watson (Barbados)”

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Author:Charmaine J Forde
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