My great grandmother had lived in a rural part of Barbados where the roads, if there are roads, are typically narrow, unmarked and sometimes only partially paved. I’d been all around the island mostly by coast, but not into the deep, deep center where sugar cane and other crops are tall and plentiful. When I mentioned my desire to visit the countryside, the parish churches and cemeteries where my ancestors were affiliated, my cousins took us on an impromptu adventure. We got a little lost and the roads were a little hairy, but victory was ours when got to see quite a bit of St. Thomas and St. George parishes.
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