Yup...those were the days, Coop. And that local's story is very true. I remember the day when I could walk through neighbor's yards to get from one street to the next without having to go the long way around. There were no fences - now there is hardly space because everyone is cramming all they can into their lots.

I remember when we had to run to Mr. Wayo's house to make telephone calls to the city cuz he had the island's only phone. I remember those good ole' days. Now, all the commotion or hype is about Skype and Vonage and whatever else.

I also remember going to one neighbor and asking if I could pull some craboo from their tree, then go the another and do the same for some "golden plum". My favorite time of year was when the sea grapes were "in season", and having to bear the mosquito feeding frenzy to fill up a bread bag with grape.

I remember the anona (aka custard apple), the hamanz (almonds), and all the grucea (gruh-say-a).

But you see Coop, that was when Caye Caulker was truly the small community that could justify the name "Isla Carinosa". Now, the darn place has become a dog-eat-dog society where every man (and woman) is for himself. Community? Ha...there is no longer even a shadow or vapor of what real community life really was in MY Caye Caulker. And the sad truth is......it never will come back again.

[This message has been edited by BuckWah (edited 07-12-2006).]

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