Yesterday, after the piano recital, we gathered with Nilima and her girls (Mukesh was working) at Falguni’s home. Rohan and Rahul were excited. Dipan grilled hot dogs, marinated shrimp and lamb chops. We hung out, chatted, played frisbee, drank some beer and then ended the day with s’mores. Perfection.
As anyone can see, the vast majority of names on this list are still commonplace in St Vincent and the Grenadines today.
The information is in a format which would enable Vincentians whose surname appears on the list to be able to search forward from 1829 to the present, hopefully, in order to discover, a little bit of their family history and the role their family may have played in the progression of the nation. For most individuals, they will quickly become frustrated by this undertaking in that the place to do this type of research is the Registry in Kingstown.
As the historian, Anatol Leopold Scott has pointed out –
Unfortunately, there you will be confronted with mostly insurmountable roadblocks in terms of incomplete or unavailable information or a demonstration of lack of interested service by many socalled civil servants
I traced some my family ancestry, at least the maternal ancestry that settled in the Grenadines, back to coastal sections of Scotland and France. It took several years of cross-comparing family records of every aunt, uncle, great uncle, great aunt, cosine and second cousin that I could find to cooperate in the project. I never once considered the St. Vincent Registry because I did not know it existed until just last week. When (if?) I have the opportunity to return to St. Vincent in the near future I will certainly give the Registry a try. I am interested in the following family names (particularly McLaren):
- De Bique
I was thinking about this very topic the other day. I was born and raised in the West Indies and immigrated to the USA in 1986 for college but become a naturalized US citizen in 1993.
I learned much about my family from the stories my mother, aunts, uncles, and grandparents told me. Many of these people are long gone and I feel disappointed that I did not do this with my kids. In my defense, living in New Jersey, I did not have the support of having family members (or photographs) who could help me pass along family history to my American children. Perhaps it’s not too late.