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The new Barbados – woman dead in home two years before discovery

old lady died Barbados

by Grape Hall Girl

I don’t know why I can’t stop thinking about Muriel Proverbs all this last week since I read the papers, but I can’t.

She was 90 years old – found dead in her home at Fairview, Christ Church when the police kicked in the door at the urging of some of her relatives.

Yes, she died in her bedroom as do many 90 year old people.

Only thing is Muriel Proverbs had been dead all these two years and more. Laid out on the floor where she fell or collapsed… slowly desiccating in the Bajan heat. Little more than a skeleton when found!

Two years of uncashed pension cheques and unpaid utility bills made a heap under the letter slot in the door.

This can’t be the Barbados I grew up in. This must be some New York City suburb where folks pay no attention to each other.

Surely this can’t be my Barbados?

Nation News: Gran dead in bed

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Colin Leslie Beadon – Crossroads

Crossroads

by Colin Leslie Beadon

by Colin Leslie Beadon

It was late Autumn and the trees were shedding golden leaves that swirled in eddies on the crossroads. The damp gutters were filled with leaves and the children shuffled through them on the way to school. The clear shrill song of a robin came from the sycamores back of the cafe where the old man sat.

He tilted his head on the side of his good ear so he might hear the song better. A double-decker bus swept past with ‘Smarden’ on its billboard. The wind the bus left ruffled the old man’s thin white hair where he sat in the shelter a wicker screen made with the wall of the cafe. Late roses blossomed and twisted in the screen.

A waitress came with a tray.

“Another cup of coffee sir?” she asked, noting his dry wrinkled hands, his thread-worn jacket, the deeply lined strangely scarred face.

“Thank you. No,” he said slowly.

“Will there be anything else?”

“Nothing else.”

“That will be thirty-five p., sir.”

The old man fumbled the inside pocket of his waistcoat.

He pulled out three coins. The girl leaned over in her clean apron. With fine supple hands she spread the coins on the table. A small diamond engagement ring flashed on her finger.

“That’s not enough,” she said suspiciously.

“It is all that I have,” the old man peered up through grey hard-seeing eyes.

“Where do you live sir?” the girl asked. She swept back the blond hair a gust had driven partly over her eyes.

The old man’s mouth remained stubbornly closed. He looked across at the bank that had just opened. The girl shook her head and swayed saucily away with his cup and the last of his money.

The old man looked around at the other tables. He saw that he was quite alone now. He looked across at the bank again. He had not noticed anybody enter its doors.

He felt between the buttons of his wrinkled, once white, too many times washed shirt. Careful as his lightly trembling hands would allow, he pulled out the gun and lay it on his lap. He looked at it tenderly. It was an old pitted Smith and Wesson ’45, an American sergeant with Wingate had given him in Burma. The wood of the grip was gnarled, and there was a small piece missing. He stuck it back and closed the flaps of his jacket protectively.  Continue reading

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Feelgood start to your day: Bajan teacher meets American guy walking on beach…

Katy Gash Barbados

Katy and Eric Gash live in Hendersonville, North Carolina

Every morning Google Alerts sends us the latest news having anything to do with Barbados, and today the first story just made me smile. A good start to the day, so I thought I’d share it with you…

I was born and raised in the beautiful eastern Caribbean island of Barbados, where instead of having winter, spring, summer and fall, we have just two seasons — hurricane season and dry season. My island is a mere 21 miles long by 14 miles wide, so everyone lives right by the sea. Growing up, we would walk to the beach every weekend, and along the way pick local fruits such as ackees and dunks and tamarinds. I had an amazing childhood!

… continue reading Got A Minute? with Katy Gash

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Barbados 60 year-old man missing in North Carolina – David Lashley

Missing Barbados Man David Lashley

UPDATED: Mr. Lashley found later in the day. Now back with family.

Last seen in McDonald’s Restaurant, Harrisburg NC, June 2, 2014

Needs Medications

David Lashley just moved from Bim to North Carolina to live with some family folk.

If you hear anything, please contact the Royal Barbados Police Force or the Harrisburg Police. David is a gentle soul but he needs his medicine to keep the world right side up. He might contact friends or folk back home, and that’s why we’re running this article at the request of a friend.

All prayers for his family.

Full story here: Officials concerned for missing Harrisburg man’s well being

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A bricklayer’s passing reminds me that we never know if this is the last day

Jeff Britwell Barbados

That’s Jeff and Trudy Birtwell in the photo. Jeff passed in his sleep while holidaying in Barbados last Tuesday.

Jeff was a relatively young man of 53 years old, and I say ‘young’ because I’m not that far behind. He was a bricklayer so he must have been healthy and fit enough but he died of a heart attack on holiday – sleeping with his woman beside him.

There are worse ways to go, and I admire the man after reading a news article from his home town Clayton-le-Moors in the UK. He leaves two fine sons who speak highly of him, as do many people, so says the local newspaper.

Jeff has me thinking about my own life tonight. Regular BFP readers know that I don’t have a steady woman or children. I have no legacy, no important things I’ve done and if the truth be known someone will probably have to hire people to carry my casket.

But after reading the newspaper article about Jeff’s passing in Barbados, I suspect that nobody will have to be hired to carry Jeff Birtwell on his final journey.

Good for Jeff. He went too early, but as I think about how he must have conducted his life to have the loving family and friends that he does, I find him an inspiration. Maybe I should conduct my life a little differently: call some friends, take Auntie to lunch once a month… maybe even find a good woman I could be loyal to.

Jeff… I didn’t know you, but I admire you. Thank you.

And Cliverton… pour me another two fingers of Mount Gay and we’ll toast a farewell to a good man we never knew.

Robert

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