Today, I scroll my Facebook pages, looking with eagerness, as “hurricane Harvey”, pounds on the windward Island of the Caribbean.
With the eye expecting to land, on SVG (St.Vincent and the Grenadines), inlook at the images, of flood and trees down, so far so good, it seems, nonlofe lost and not too much damage, at least not from my active Facebook friends.
I wait! I pray! I think of my uncle and family and friends that are back, there and I pray some more and get back to scrolling on Facebook.
So, growing up on an Island, I have experience and live through several hurricanes, I can remember the big ones, Andrew, Thomas, those 2 comes to mind, like any of life tragedies, experiencing it from a child’s point of view is always different, as I look back on child hood, eruption of our Volcano and hurricanes, I have a different perspective than the adults and parents.
What I remember of some of the most horrible hurricane that pass through SVG and the Caribbean over the years are things memories built on,
Yes there were the preparation, boarding up windows, bring anything that can be blow away, inside and securing it, the kerosine (hurricane) lamps came out and oil was gold, candles and bottled water was a must.
But as we the country, the village prepared for the incoming hurricane, what I remember was villagers coming together, we are better together, as each neighbor, go up and down the villages, helping any one and every-one prepare for the hurricane.
During the hurricane, was the listening to battery radio, the kerosine lamp and the family games that kept every adult and child occupied, and as soon as it was calm and the sun came out, because the SUN always comes out after a storm, then it was the “clean up”, and once again, the villages came out to help restore,
For me outside of the villagers coming together, and o get to hang out with my friends because our parents were helping each other. Was the availability of fruits, yes for adults it may have been crop lost, lost of money, farmers groaning at the re-planting but for me, well it was fruit and fruits and more fruits as we walked the fields and pick up, wiping some off (no washing) and eating right there and then and taking home for later….
Today. As an adult and I wait for news from home, I know some farmers will lose most of their profits, some families may loose their homes and yes there will be sunshine and re-building but I am also hoping for a “community” that will come together and help each other, and for some child in the village to look at this from a child’s eyes and see God’s provision of fruits and all things good….
As yes with a praying heart I wait for news of hurricane Harvey and as I go back down memory lane, I am remember a time when life was oh so much simpler, that not even a hurricane at it worst can kill a community and a village that stood together