Keith Rowley

“It happened on the main river course in bright sunshine at Bottom River. Hubert’s first cousin, Barbara, who wasn’t born in Mason Hall but came as a young girl to live there with her family, was in the river with a large group shouting and laughing when unexpectedly the rushing torrent came into view sweeping everything before it. Unbeknownst to those in the river who were en joying perfect weather, it had been raining hard in the Widow/Nutmeg Grove area upstream and the flash flood was on its way downstream. Barbara was said to be sitting on a stone in the middle of the river when she was swept away as those present looked on helpless and horrified. The able-bodied men of our village and some from villages downstream searched for her throughout the night, without success. The next morning her lifeless body was recovered from the banks of the Courland as it wound its way to the sea at Plymouth.”
― Keith Rowley, From Mason Hall to White Hall: ‘His name is Keith Rowley’: Memories of a Boy's Journey From Dennett, Tobago

“...one's future is a place not traversed until one gets there”
― Keith Rowley, From Mason Hall to White Hall: ‘His name is Keith Rowley’: Memories of a Boy's Journey From Dennett, Tobago