Grand Bahama (Pinder's Point)
GRAND BAHAMA – Pinder’s Point In the mornings in the small village comprising of about five small clapboard houses, my brothers and I would go and collect the fresh sardines left behind by the high tide of the evening before. Seemingly the only people in the world, we would run and play all day, in and out of the nearby forest. At least to us it seemed like a forest back then. Those were happy times, picking sea grapes and coco plums, chasing the birds, and hanging on to our dad’s neck as he taught us to swim. We lived out days fully doing lots of nothing. We were so rich back then, much richer than you will ever know. The joy in this piece takes me back to Pinder’s Point.