Barbados Wooden Chattel Homes

The Elder's Last Word.The old man rose slowly, cleaning sand from his trousers. He turned towards the little wood house as though taking a look at an old friend.
" One day," he said, "individuals gon' forget what this house really imply. They gon' believe it was just pretty wood and brilliant paint. However you-- you write the story now. Make certain they keep in mind.".
He paused, letting the sea-grape leaves rustle in the stillness.
" This house is we. All the shifting, all the enduring, all the dreams we leave and carry from one location to the next. When you understand that, you comprehend Barbados.".
And with that, he walked away-- sluggish, steady, calm-- like a guy who brought his own home inside him.
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