Island Girl

By C S Claxton

A child who is sent away to a new country. She finds it hard to learn the language and finds it hard to fit in with the other children in a new school. It is even hard to relate to her parents whom she had not seen since she was a baby. A new life that she doesn't like. She really just wants to go back home.

The words of truths, deep thoughts put in the form of poetry and short stories. Writings of life stories and life experiences. Some funny thoughts made into stories. Some of these writings will really make you give thought to the way others may see life. 

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: C S Claxton
• Release date: Apr 20, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386373926

C S Claxton

A mother of two and a Grandmother of five. A woman of deep thoughts.  Always thinking. So many things to think about and sometimes feeling like the day is just not long enough to fit every thought in.  I believe that's why I am always writing something.  I love to write poetry, short stories and always writing in Journals is what I have done over many years. One day I thought that maybe I should put my thoughts in a book. I love children and always want to find ways to make them smile. I am also a license Daycare Provider. I just want everyone especially children to be happy.

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Part I

NEVIS

My home

I was born on the island of Nevis, an Island in the Caribbean seas. I lived in Cox Village with my Grandparents. They still had their own children at home so I guess I just blended in. I called my grandparents mama and dada just like the older children. This place was home, so It never entered my mind that I would ever have to leave.

My brother and my cousin also lived with my grandparents, so I never thought of not being there for the rest of my life. I went to school, I had friends and people who loved and took care of me. I knew of nowhere else I wanted to be. I was too busy living my life and having fun. I was told that I had parents in England and then I was told they traveled to the United States. Okay, but that meant nothing to me. I had a family already and I was not really interested in anything else.

My other grandmother lived in Church Ground, which is another village on the island of Nevis. She is the one who spoiled me a lot. I loved it when she took me around town, she would also take me to bathe in the hot springs. I usually spent every weekend with Granny. I remember when she told me to call her granny. Best granny in the world she was.

I loved the fruits there on the Island. I loved ginups, Mango, figs, which were little bananas. Each time granny picked me up for the weekend she would bring figs for me. I especially loved tamarinds, coconuts and coconut water. We ate pears and I found out that in America they are called Avocados. I remember my grandmother, the one who live in Cox would slice up the pear (avocado) and make sandwiches for us to eat. I still like avocado sandwiches. She would also make a drink for us that was made with brown sugar, water and maybe some lemon juice.

I loved the food that my grandmother cooked also. She would make soup that had lots of vegetables, dumpling, and whatever kinds of meat she had to put in it. I love cornmeal and saltfish in a red sauce, and she cooked chicken feet which I also loved. She cooked rice and peas, and conkies. which was made with a mixture of grated sweet potatoes, coconut and brown sugar wrapped in dough, then wrapped again in large banana leaves and then boiled. My grandmother also used to cook stewed goatmeat. Ahh Life was good.

My grandmother would always let me sing to her while she was working around the house or when she was working around the yard. She would tell me that she enjoyed my singing. Singing to her was a daily lesson of learning what love really meant. When my grandfather came home from his day of working and heard me singing, he would jokingly ask, Gal, why are you crying? my grandmother would tell him to leave me to my singing. Wow, that’s Love. I am so grateful to have had these people in my life for the first seven years. If it wasn’t for them, I wouldn’t know how to love or even what love is.

School days on the Island

I found school to be a very good experience. The first school I went to was a school for children who were very intelligent. There were not a lot of children in that school. I liked that school a lot and I also liked riding the horse that they had at the school. At the new school I liked that we wore uniforms because no one could say to the other my clothes are better than yours. Each day I gathered all of the things needed for the school day. These included a slate along with the chalk, a composition book, blacklead (pencil) and I also had to bring my lunch to school. My grandmother always made sure we had a good lunch to take to school.

At school we learn such things as arithmetic, writing, spelling, geography, and probably other things that I don’t remember because I was very young at the time. I do remember recess and playing in the schoolyard with my school mates. I lived with my Island family members and friends on the island until