We’ve alluded to, but not wanted to dwell on, Susie’s tummy issues. Well, they’ve continued, leaving her progressively weaker. So, another rental car for another clinic visit, this time to the doctor on Cat, where we received a diagnosis – Ciguatera. It’s not that common, and we haven’t even caught an edible fish, for crying out loud, reef eating or otherwise! Enough of the whining; at least we now have an answer and medication for the lingering symptoms.
The clinic is in Smith Bay, not far from H&W Shopping Center near the Bluff, so we took the opportunity to go see Betty (from Feb 22 post, “Hospitality on the Bluff”). We just missed Clifton, and Julia is in Nassau. Hopefully, we’ll catch them next time around.
On the return drive to New Bight, we passed Heroes Park, established in 2018 to honor sons and daughters of Cat Island. Among the first honorees is Academy Award winner Sir Sidney Poitier, who was raised on Cat Island. Unfortunately, the plaques stop with 2019. It appears Covid interrupted the placement of the yearly recognition.
Back in New Bight, other heroes emerged. Duke’s Conch Stand is part of a small, humble, and incredibly friendly group of businesses right on the beach. We got talking to Cordell Hunter, matriarch of one of the stands, and as soon as she learned of the diagnosis, she suggested coconut water, which was also recommended by the doctor. Unfortunately, the canned version contains preservatives and plenty of sugar. “No, not that stuff,” replied Cordell, “fresh coconut water, from green coconuts.” So, true to her word, when we came ashore the next afternoon, she signaled Duke, who left and quickly returned with several fresh, green coconuts, from which Cordell harvested the coconut water and we scraped the jelly, both known for their medicinal benefits. See, when they are still green, the “meat” has not fully set and “dried” out. Instead, it’s a wonderfully soft, “jelly-like” substance Todd thinks is yummy!
Cordell’s grandson, Arginal, however, who you may remember from previous posts about Cat Island (Feb/Mar), declared he is not a fan of the fresh coconut.
So, as a distraction, Susie showed him how to use the camera.
In return, he helped dispose of the trash by politely leading Susie along a path to toss the coconut shells into the brush. Along the way, he gallantly declared, “Follow me. I’ve been here longer. I know the way.” He is a remarkable seven-year-old.
They may never receive honorary plaques, but once again, on Cat Island, there are definitely heroes – make that, angels – among us. Thank you, Duke, Cordell, and Arginal, for your kindness. You are heroes in our book!
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