That old barge is still here and it does not look any different, but thick bush has completely changed the appearance of school building. There used to be a bustling stelling on Wednesdays. That has disappeared. The new homes are particularly striking. Those are some of the things that struck me on my recent return to the Berbice river.
This had not been my first return to my erstwhile home since I left. This time around, however, some of the changes seemed more profound.
I had spent a significant portion of my life in the Berbice River.
The barge had been there long before I was born. I remember the story behind it only vaguely. It was one of those barges
