Barbados National Trust

(I'm sorry to say no pictures with this piece, still trying to work it our with the Blogsite)

For 12 weeks  between January and March the Barbados National Trust conduct a programme of 'Open House'.  This is where 12 properties on the island are open to view by the public, for one specific Wednesday afternoon each week.

I, along with others, become volunteer guides (or spotters), where we are stationed within a particular room of the open house.  Our job is to watch the visitors, help and impart any information as possible.
Yesterday was house number 3 on the programme.

House No. 1 was 'Elsewhere', once known as 'Dar es Salaam' meaning 'House of Peace'.
Built in the 1980's, its style is essentially Middle Eastern, white walls & red tiles with Moroccan domes, cool pools of water, courtyards and terraces, shady gardens and a dipping pool in a central courtyard surrounded by open corridors to exotic bedrooms and lounge areas with divans and Chaise longues'.

House No 2 was 'Ker Avel'.
This house sits upon Polo Ridge and was once planted in sugar canes.  The land was once part of the Black Rock Estate that stretched over a vast area to Holders.  The Holders were a prosperous family of Barbados landowners in the 17th & 18th centuries and the surname survives as a common Barbadian name today.  Holders sugar plantation was operative until the mid '60s and was owned by the Hon.Janet Kidd.  Her son, Jonny, became interested in polo and encouraged his mother to let the Barbados Polo Club have a field at Holders.  At first she leased it and then sold it to them for the nominal sum of Bds $24,000 with a covenant that the field to only have equestrian sport on it.  With the development of family homes the open house is the example you see today.
 With its atrium and open walls, Ker Avel blurs the line between indoor and outdoor living.  Avel means breath and here you almost feel the house inhaling the breeze coming off the Caribbean Sea.  Ker Avel was built using local coral stone, red clay roof tiles and pickled pine ceilings.

House No 3 was 'Fisherpond House'.
The origins of Fisherpond Plantation cannot be completely substantiated. The earliest map of 1635 has “Fisher’s Pond” marked in the same general area as 'Fisherpond House', where we are today.  It is speculated that the name refers to a large area of water that once covered the nearby valley.  According to records of 1666, the plantation comprised 350 acres, with 83 adult slaves and 18 children.  Over the centuries the property changed hands many times, through sale or legacy. For most of these years the owner was not resident, living either at another plantation or in England. The last resident owner died in 1749. 

   

By the 1800s, it was acquired by Thomas Hollingsworth, who left it in his will to several people: his brother's widow, his aunt, sister, "my illegitimate"child and her mother.  He also left an inheritance to his female slave "for the purpose of freeing her".  With all this, his executor must have had his hands full!

Built of rubble stone in Caribbean Georgian style, it was later extended with an enclosed gallery.  it is now filled with beautiful antiques, paintings and objets d'art.  With a magnificent dining table for 24, it is just right for planter's lunches and private dinners.  The current owner restores and electrifies gorgeous 17th &  18^th century crystal chandeliers, which are shown all around the house.

Drugs in Paradise

Standing at a bus stop on Monday morning at 8.45, not 200 yards from my house, people going to work, kids going to school, we're all waiting for the bus.  Along comes a young guy, maybe mid to late 20's, making so much loud noise, being the rapper, being the gang boy, gold chains hanging all over his neck, gold rings on every finger, being the big man.This 'big man' starts showing and selling his wares (drugs, charlie) from a computer carry case, but selling them to the young school kids, 1st & 2nd graders, and college students.  Still making lots of noise, not going about his business quietly.  Most people at the bus stop turned away, minding their own business.  The seller was standing about 8 feet away from me so of course I was watching to see what was going on and you can't ignore all the noise this guy was making.  Bajan men seem to have an inherent desire to show what 'real men' they are, by making lots of noise they are hiding inadequacies in other areas such as a lack of intelligence, aptitude, whatever...
He saw me looking "What you looking at, white bitch"
As I was the only white person within a mile of this guy, I guessed he was talking to me.
My reply "I'm looking at a drug dealer, selling to kids"
This was most upsetting to him, he carried on making more noise, shouting about the place.
"You can't say that, that's racist" !?!
My reply "No, when I say you're a dimwitted, BLACK, fu..*?!er, that's racist""When I say you're drug dealer, that's the truth"

Its a poor world out there....There are drug dealers in every country, but you don't expect to see it on your own doorstep.

2011

Its been a long and very hectic month since my last blog, Christmas and New Year has come and gone and was a round of parties, receptions and fairs.  As it is too hot (for me anyway) to spend hours cooking in the kitchen, we decided to do what we did last year and had Christmas dinner at the Hilton Hotel.  That was 5 hours of eating, drinking and being entertained in a stunning setting, overlooking the Caribbean Sea and the yachts at anchor.Now it is 2011 and we have to get back to a semblance of order.I'm going to start the year by giving you an insight into produce that grows here on the island and what we do with it.  First up is the Golden Apple.  We have a miniture of this tree in our garden, as they can grow to very large proportions.  A mini tree is ideal.  We harvested most of the apples before they ripened to a golden colour, as our last crop were stolen by the indigenous green monkeys that live wild.  We spent an evening cutting up and pulping the fruit, then bottling it in flagons for storage.  Actually it doesn't stay in storage very long as M (husband) can't resist it and so it was drunk very quickly.As you can see by the photographs a G & T is vital to the procedure. (blog won't upload photos, will add later)