This place has a lot of changes as I struggled to recognize familiar places it is no longer as I remembered it. The market was in session but vendors spilled out on the streets both on King street and Fletchers Avenue.
We continued along King street and was able to stop by Ackee Pod, which also appeared as a different structure. The theatre was replaced by a Mormon Church. Here we met some familiar Linstonians, (Ronnie Maragh, Carlton, Ita’s brother and Quentin Tulloch.
Some members of the group walked back to the market and some of us visited with Ronnie . Armed soldiers were seen walking down the street an example of the increased vigilance in combating crime. Earlier we had also seen army vehicles driving by I guess this was part of the emergency state in different parishes to maintain control.
The changes continued to astound me as we turned unto Fletchers where new double level malls are constructed and houses were reconstructed. What was funny was when I was passing the house I grew up in and did not recognize it. That created quite a laughter. The railway compound was quite different , some of the storage sheds remain but the other stall like structures, what looks like a residence and a restaurant now occupied some of the open spaces. The little shop where I spent a lot of time playing and giving speeches still remains across from the railway yard.
The post office had been extended to be aligned with the sidewalk. Interestingly enough I was not the only one who did not recognize the house we lived in as Yvonne passed her house also. The bus was able to park at a bend on Hopeview Avenue close to Y’s house and close to Louise’s house. What a surprise when Patsy knocked on her door. There was laughter and tears reminded me of when we ran into her sister in Panama after not seeing her for many years.