CHILDREN OF THE SUGAR CANE
CHILDREN OF THE SUGAR CANE: Harry Bissoon 12/31/2021 The lights flickered and danced as if they were doing a dance of joy, relishing the cool calmness of the early morning darkness. They could be seen in a soothing pattern as they lined both sides of the street, ensconced in bottom house kitchens, or, in open backyard firesides. Many were amazed and awed by the regularity and unison of these lights that came from hurricane hand lamps, which softened the darkness that came just before dawn. They signaled the beginning of the workday for hundreds of field workers who were readying themselves for estate work – work that brought the sugar estate alive. As housewives and working ladies stoked the flames of open firesides, hastily preparing meals, to provide delicious meals for estate work, the crackle of burning wood filled the damp morning air. Embers jumped and floated in open kitchens that were filled with hastened urgency and pregnant expectancy. Estate lorr...