[vc_empty_space][vc_column_text][eltdf_dropcaps type="normal" color="" background_color=""]T[/eltdf_dropcaps]he McNab family of French Harbour has deep roots. I ought to know — I am a fifth-generation descendant of Robert McNab. Robert McNab, along with his wife, Margret Crawford, immigrated to Cape Gracias a Dios on the northeast coast of Honduras. They
Earlier this year, a virtual announcement appeared in my WhatsApp feed. Someone I knew in French Harbour had died. There was a recent photo of the deceased, sitting and facing the camera directly with a smile that was serene, familiar and friendly - the smile
Mrs. Ana Cruz was born on July 26, 1924 in Oak Ridge as the only girl in a family of seven. Her mother was María Cruz of Trujillo and her father was Sinesto Hinds from San Pedro Sula. Mr. Sinesto lived in Belize for some
Allan Baxter Hyde was born on February 8, 1938, in French Harbour, Roatan, and grew up with his father and grandfather owning sailing schooners. Little Allan spent many hours playing on board these vessels. His Father built a boat in 1945 named the MA
When the Night Hawk sailed, it was so close to Christmas that the families did not want the men to go. Mr. Cleary Jones from Jonesville was one of the passengers. He got up Sunday morning to run a couple of errands, and when he
It is enjoyable to reminisce about when shrimp was king and so much of French Harbour life revolved around the yearly shrimping season. Today, one could come across and old shrimper friend at Eldon’s Supermarket, or drop in on another at his home for a
My grandfather, Captain Lymon M. Scott, was born into a Scottish family with a deep-rooted tradition of building schooners. Hailing from Cayman Brac in the Cayman Islands, his childhood days were spent crafting these seafaring vessels alongside his father, uncles, and brothers. When he took
Imagine being an eleven-year-old boy in 1960, strolling through French Harbour on a blustery weekday afternoon. The noise of “ching chings” in the coconut trees is drowned out by the thunderous sea swells crashing against the reef line.
It is possible that you were in French Harbour lately, walking westward all the way down the paved road that meanders through French Harbour Point. Passing colorful though faded lumber homes and stark cement churches on either side, Gio’s Restaurant to your left on the
Bay Islanders have a deep respect for the sea. They are also aware and wary of sea’s potential dangers. This is so despite, or perhaps because, islanders collectively have spent so much time on the sea.