|Marjorie of the Raggeds Duncantown|
and GWT wearing royal purple.
|Peacock on Marjorie's porch, Duncantown. Its mate|
roosted at the police station.
*Blood curdling, if you've never heard a peacock scream. I learned that as child approaching one to touch -- or maybe take -- its feathers at place in California Gold Country called Daffodil Hill. Apparently Daffodil Hill still exists though without peacocks.
|Goatskins for Junkanoo drums, drying on the porch rail|
at Nino's in Duncantown.
|Welcome sign for Marjorie's shop.|
I liked Marjorie's welcome sign best of all, and suggested she make some to sell. "I'll have one, when you come back from the South Pacific," she promised.
|Marjorie's Ragged Islands shop and her work.|
|Marjorie poses with one of her favorite purses.|
"Call me when you arrive safely where you're going," Marjorie implored, as we left Duncantown for our last visit.
Even if I don't, I will definitely keep in touch, Marjorie! Who knows? Maybe I will return someday and meet the new peacocks sired by Marjorie's pets.
April 7, 2014 BAHAMAS. Written while anchored outside Ragged Island's Duncantown, off Hog Cay (N22.19.420 W75.45.106). This morning we arrived after a rough trip overnight passage from Hog Cay to Clarencetown, Long Island (N23.06.185 W74.57.133)