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.

Family Lore, Memories and a Wiki by Brad Brad
I have a project I’ve been thinking about, off and on for about 9 months: I want to write down what I can remember of my family lore and also my own family memories from my youth. Stories told to me by family members about themselves or other family members. Stuff I was a part of.

Bhavna and I were not up for hosting Thanksgiving this year. Grave’s disease left me feeling exhausted and anxious. Bhavna has been very supportive taking on helping me schedule physician appointments and planning my calendar for pre-op and surgery. We were both feeling overwhelmed. We told friends and family that we would not be hosting this year.

Everyone was disappointed so Falguni and Dipan decided that they would host Thanksgiving this year.

That’s what I am thankful for. That Bhavna and I have a support system. People who are there to pick us up, to carry our load, when we stumble and fall. These are the moments in life that I think makes for the best kind of memories.

I didn’t take many photos (my eyes are irritated from Grave’s Eye Disease) from last night, but I did capture a few moments.

FujiFilm X-T2 + XF16-55mmF2.8 R LM WR — © 22 November, 2018 by Khürt L. Williams
FujiFilm X-T2 + XF16-55mmF2.8 R LM WR — © 23 November, 2018 by Khürt L. Williams
FujiFilm X-T2 + XF16-55mmF2.8 R LM WR — © 23 November, 2018 by Khürt L. Williams
FujiFilm X-T2 + XF16-55mmF2.8 R LM WR — © 23 November, 2018 by Khürt L. Williams
FujiFilm X-T2 + XF16-55mmF2.8 R LM WR — © 23 November, 2018 by Khürt L. Williams
FujiFilm X-T2 + XF16-55mmF2.8 R LM WR — © 23 November, 2018 by Khürt L. Williams
Tuesday Photo Challenge – Memories by Frank JansenFrank Jansen
Remember and appreciate

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Louis Ollivierre passed away on October 8, 1988, in his hometown of LaPompe on the island of Bequia, at the age of 73. My maternal grandfather, my “Papa”, passed away while I was attending University in New Jersey. I was in the middle of mid-exams at the term, and I remember regretting that I would not be able to attend his funder. Today would have been his 102nd birthday. To pay tribute to my grandfather and her father, my mother and I collaborated on the following article.

My maternal grandfather Louis George Ollivierre was born in November of 1914, in the Charlotte section of the island of Bequia in the Grenadines. When my grandfather was born, his father, Harold, was 33 and his mother, Heley, was 35. I guess he got a late state with family just like I did. He had one son and four daughters with my grandmother, Mary Celina Victoria McClaren.


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My maternal grandparents, Louis Ollivierre and Celena Victoria McClaren-Ollivierre

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My maternal grandparents with their daughters (back row) and some of their grandchildren (including me).

My mother’s younger sister, and my daughter and I share a common birth month with my Papa1. My grandfather’s first name is also one of my middle names. I guess my mother loved her dad.

My great-grandfather, Harold Ollivierre, owned sheep farms on upper Monkey Hill. As a help to the family, my grandfather learned to be an accurate gun range shooter to scare off the roaming dogs when they went after the sheep.

When a whale was caught and butchered on Petit Nevis, my grandfather was in charge of distributing the share of the kill. But he was not too keen on whaling.

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My maternal grandfather, Louis George Ollivierre (let) sitting with his brother and whaling legend, Athneal Ollivierre on the whaling quay at Petit Nevis.
Papa was a respected and shrewd entrepreneur who owned rental properties on mainland St. Vincent. From what my mother tells me, up until the time of his passing ran a turtle shell trading business with Japan. Papa owned several boats, including Prodigal, which he built to import items to Bequia for sale and Sea Queen which he used for trading lobster and conch.

While his grandkids called him Papa affectionately, the villagers called him Uncle Louis. According to my mum, Papa sold Sea Queen and settled down from sailing the open sea and set up one of the few local watering holes in La Pompe, a wooden blue rum shop2, which he only called Uncle Louis’ Rum Shop. He built the store near the main road along the lower coast of the island.

My grandfather was also a Justice of the Peace, the only one in the area, and chairman of the local Bequia tourist board. Although he was a quiet, humble man, my grandfather was known to British royalty and local politicians.

Papa was proud to say he attended the Perry School in the Port Elizabeth Church. Circa 1910, Old Mr Perry conducted a Primary School in half of the downstairs during the week, and on Sabbaths, the Seventh-day Adventists held their Sabbath School and church services there.

My grandfather’s seafaring took him and his brother Barton, who owned fishing seines3, to Carriacou and Petit Martinique where at times he always tried to help people in community work whenever asked. Papa was a money lender on the island, but he always sought to give back to the community. In the sixties, he offered his carpentry skills free of charge to help build houses.

His favourite spot was on the porch where he could see the ocean and chat with passersby.

  1. For some reason, I grew up calling my grandparent “Papa” and “Mama”. Apparently, my older cousin, Cashena, started it all. ?
  2. A rum shop is the typical West Indies word for a sports bar. Typically, men, not women, go to the bar after work and have a shot (or two or three) of 100 proof white rum chased with a shot of water. Rum shops often serve bar food and other liquors. For some reason when I searched Wikipedia for the phrase rum shop, one of the results was a link to Carriacou ?
  3. A seine is a fishing net that hangs vertically in the water with its bottom edge held down by weights and its top edge buoyed by floats. ?