Showing posts with label Santa Cruz. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Santa Cruz. Show all posts

Sunday, November 2, 2025

I weep for Black River/victims

 Although I have traveled extensively, there are few places in the world that have had as much of an impact on my early life as Black River in St. Elizabeth, Jamaica.

A section of the peaceful harbor in better times.

The bustling coastal town of Black River has been my parish's capital since 1773. It was then an important port of trade and export center. By the early 1900's it was second only to Kingston in terms of development.

 In fact, so rich and developed was that parish capital in the early years that it was the first place on the island to have a private home with electricity. 

Due to the proliferation of structures in Black River with Georgian and Victorian architecture, in 1999, the Jamaica National Heritage Trust designated the town a Protected National Heritage District.

The once majestic Waterloo house was the first private residence in Jamaica to get electricity.

Due to the destruction brought on the historic town on October 28 2025 by hurricane Melissa, that Black River, the really historic town no longer exists neither can it be reconstructed.

My fond memories of the town don't date back to the very early days though.😊.

I grew up in the rural, backward district of Malvern which is some 18 miles from Black River. In those olden days, the now booming town of Santa Cruz was mostly undeveloped farm lands.

 I was therefore never exposed to any development possibilities, unless I went to Black River, for the nation's capital, Kingston, was 100 miles away via mostly unpaved, winding and mountainous roads, so we never went there very often.

 In fact I don't remember going to Kingston for the first 12 or so years of my life!

So, the capital of St. Elizabeth, Black River was it for me.

The wide, peaceful, bountiful Black River is the longest navigable river in Jamaica.

There they had a hospital, elegant architecturally designed homes and government buildings, professional dental service, numerous shops selling everything, restaurants and guest houses etc. 

I even remember it had a popular Mineral Bath.

That spa had warm sulphur baths where my parents would go to relax and soak, as it was said to have healing waters that treated ailments from rheumatism to intestinal problems.

For me however, it is the big blue sea and magnificent, peaceful, river that brings back the happiest memories. 

My father had been the Collector of taxes for the parish and was based in Black River. In those days, everyone in government offices worked on a Saturdays but that was the day I loved most while growing up.

 For that was when I was taken to Black River to learn how to swim and after, just enjoy the wonderful water.  

Every Saturday, I was put on a rambling bus in the care of the driver, and while the trip  felt like it took forever as the big bus lumbered slowly around corners, even having to reverse at times to traverse dangerous mountain curves,  once I reached the bountiful destination, it was heaven on earth.

Once there, some responsible person from my dad's office would escort me to the sea where they interacted with the fishermen, selecting, scaling and preparing fish for my him while I had the time of my life in the water, for probably hours.

 That's where my lifetime love of the water came from!πŸ’ͺ

Unfortunately it's from that same sea that the destruction of Black River came, when Melissa the largest storm in the history of our lovely island, having  gale force winds up to 195 miles per hour, joined the raging Black River sea, and river, to flatten the town and erase much of its history and my childhood memories. 

The pictures and videos are devastating

The destruction appears complete and it's going to take decades for the current residents to ever recover and return to normalcy. 

You know I see and hear platitudes from comfortable people talking about how resilient we Jamaicans are and how we will soon rise.

Big deal

When the world and the rest of us move on, what happens to the already destitute?

 How will children who must suffer without even schools, as they watch their parents living in penury and suffer for the next few years to just put back the basics like even shelter from the elements, in their lives, cope mentally in the interim?

Jamaica has plenty of goodwill worldwide and help and aid has been flowing in but for how long?

 Hopefully the aid now being received will be channeled to those who really suffered and not end up further enriching politicians with sticky fingers, the powerful and greedy!😑

Yes, the town of Black River like other affected areas will one day be rebuilt.

However many lives will remain shattered, probably for decades. 

Black River will never be the same picturesque, historical place where I learnt so much and enjoyed some of the best years of my youth.

But life goes on and both the sea and huge river will continue to give sustenance and pleasure to all as everything evolves.


This excellent video by Allison records for posterity the Black River that was.

Great contribution to history Allison πŸ‘πŸ‘. Thanks

https://youtu.be/_2XQ4kvV9GM?si=x1mOEgIe20LrjgLQ



https://youtu.be/hdpyDlcaiAQ?si=k9pVm2zjDK5YV17D

Wednesday, May 14, 2025

Feeling welcome

 I certainly felt welcome on landing at Colombo airport, Sri Lanka, for look who met us as we approached the arrival hall!


My hosts, Professor Damith and his wife Sharlene. Sharlene is a PhD student.

Then, as I was walking to immigration, I saw decorations all around, so figured some big celebration had recently taken place recently.

Passengers walking down the well decorated arrival passage to immigration.



I was right about a recent celebration for I subsequently learnt that had I arrived two days earlier, I would have witnessed the annual birthday celebrations of the birth of  Lord Buddha.

 Darn, wish I knew about it before booking my flight.😩 I would have given anything to have witnessed some of that annual ritual.

My hosts Damith and Sharlene have gone all out to accommodate me. For when I said I could take a cab to their home, Damith insisted on making arrangements for me to be picked up since he said I don't know the language.

 I had just assumed English was widely spoken here, (it was a former British colony known as Ceylon) as it is taught in the schools. It clearly isn't though, for not even the taxi man who took me to their home, did not spoke a word.

Sinhalese is the lingua franca here.  (93% speak Sinhalese, 15% Tamil and around 70% speak English. The Sinhalese won the civil war against the Tamil 1983-2009 hence the dominance of their language I guess.)

First Lesson to myself therefore is Assume nothing😊.


I know I am going to have a wonderful  time here though for the vibes are good.

 It's so green and lush too but the rains just started coming after a prolonged drought, I hear. 

 (Of course as you probably know Sri Lanka is an island around six times as large as Jamaica and with a population of over 22 million.)

The drive from the airport to the town of Homagama, took over an hour and that was on a toll road.

My first impressions are: how clean the place is and how careful the drivers are as the roads (outside of the highway,) are extremely narrow but well maintained , for I am yet to see a pot hole.
 
Haven't seen too many big cars either as clearly they import mostly small cars, bikes and tuk tuks aka three wheel, vehicles that fit within their environment and pocket.

Tuk tuk

(Living within your means is clearly an integral part of how your society develops, for despite the political upheaval in 2022 which led to the overthrow of the government and massive economic consequences, according to Georank.org, in 2024, Sri Lanka's GDP per capita (PPP adjusted) was higher than Jamaica's. Sri Lanka's PPP adjusted GDP per capita is estimated at $13,000, while Jamaica's is estimated at $9,400. Thanks Professor Damith😊.)

But back to my first impressions, my favorite vehicle is the tuk tuk, that's what you see in most of the smaller countries in Asia.

Driving to Mount Clifford Range where I will be staying, took me through a section of Homagama which reminded me of sections of Santa Cruz in my home parish of St. Elizabeth. But I didn't see one sidewalk vendor!

Will share my impressions between this island and my island home from time to time. 

Today it's all about getting over jet lag and getting rid of the germs that I picked up on the flight from Dubai to Colombo on the final leg of the long journey here, which has left me feeling slightly fluey.

More anon.

Ps. We are about 9 1/2  hours ahead of Jamaica time.


First memories in pics.

A Sarong.

The Sarong is  a traditional male outfit 





Damith in a sarong, posing beside a Wesak lantern. These were put up all over the island as part of the decoration to celebrate Lord Buddha' s birthday.










Monday, March 27, 2023

Taking a break

 I was forced to take a break today (27/3, my daughter’s birthday) as the body went on strike. Yup I think I am thirty but it reminded me that I am staring down 80!

Two days ago I started to cough and sneeze then yesterday, got a thorough soaking at the falls.

Not complaining though, for it has been my life’s dream to visit Victoria Falls, and it exceeded all expectations. So, even if it killed me, it would have been worth it.☺️

Would you believe we ran into other Jamaicans there!  Three young ladies, and incidentally, the two sisters are from Santa Cruz, ten miles from where I am from. (Malvern).

The other young lady was from Old Harbor and they are after my own heart, as we ran into them on the lion walk later. They are staying on the Zimbabwe side of the falls but we are on the Zambia side.

And talking about Jamaica, every time someone expressed delight at meeting a Jamaican (they know about us through people like Bolt, Marley, Peter Tosh, Burning Spear etc) I ask them if they know where Jamaica is. 

No one in Zambia or South Africa did, giving answers ranging from America, Asia, Africa to Europe. 

Everyone we asked n Zimbabwe did though.

Very interesting 🧐 

Cold receding but whenever I stand, not feeling too good.

My cousin Anette has gone on a tour of Livingstone, but I wasn’t interested anyway.

If I feel better, may walk around to the croc farm to see how it compares to our premier attraction in Black River and if feeling great, will probably walk to the waterfront although I suspect only boats and restaurants are there. 

Adventurous Jamaicans all😊

Otherwise will just watch tv.

The internet here is not too hot as can’t upload pics as each one takes forever. Today it was off for most of the day.

That’s life.