Floats in the 10th of September Parade in the late 50's
The banner on the first float reads "Help the BH Federation of Women Build Their Day Care Nursery."
Well whaddya know? I was almost 6 years old at time this picture was taken. I dare say that the little girl peeking out the side in the float was me, Lil Shereda! And what's even more awesome is that the gentleman standing on the street beside the truck wearing the Fedora hat, is my beloved my Dad, Pat Barrow Sr., and the owner of the truck! My Mom, Effie was somewhere on the back of the truck in the float!
Here's some history on the truck: At the tine this picture was taken, it was a fairly new vehicle with very little miles on it. My Dad "special ordered" that truck; it was the 'first truck imported into' the country of British Honduras and City of Belize at that time that came with an attached "air compressor" to pump the wheels! This was state of the art for that day and time!
And my parents were thanked for the use of the truck by the "BH Federation of Women", [of which my beloved Mom, Effie Barrow, was the "Secretary"] in that parade in 1958! As a float, it took 2nd prize that year! That's historic for me and my living brothers! Also mentioned was "sympathy" to my parents for an awful accident that had occurred earlier at the end of summer vacation. I don't know how many people reading this post are old enough to remember the accident of a truck transporting mahogany lumber from the sawmill in San Luis, Mountain Pine Ridge. My mother, me and the driver, Bill Bill, were riding in the cab of the truck; and my brothers, Raymond, Guy, and, along with my [now] brother-in-law, Gilroy "Chico" Jones and Elihue Flowers, [who vacationed with the family that year], were riding in the back, on top of the lumber. Unbeknownst to everyone, there was a "stowaway" young boy who somehow managed to get on the truck and hid under the tarp to hitch a ride, but never made it to his intended there destination!
There was a hill, known to truck [camion] drivers, called "Dead Man Hill", where many men lost their lives from overturned trucks and other vehicles that fell down into the steep ravine. [Is this hill still standing and being used today and is it any safer to travel over?] We were traveling at night in the pitch black of darkness and when the driver tried making it up Dead Man Hill, it appeared that the truck was too overloaded and the engine stalled and the driver could not get the lumber-loaded truck up the hill! As best as he tried, it got worse and eventually the truck started to roll backwards down the hill. Then the unthinkable happened, the load shifted and the truck overturned!
We later learned that it was Bill Bill, thinking quickly, made a split decision to roll the truck towards the side of the hill, instead of having it fall off the side of the hill into the ravine! All that my Mom could think about were her "boys" [all of them] riding in the back who were sleeping on top of the lumber that was now on top of the "boys". She called on God to keep her "boys" alive! I don't know where she got the strength from, but my little petite Mom, along with the Bill Bill, started lifting and shoving those heavy lumber, piece by piece in search of her" boys". As Chico remembers the accident, he woke up when the truck was rolling backwards and he jumped off [unhurt] before it rolled over! Chico may have been the one who went to get help! Eventually, all my brothers and Elihue were accounted for. My brothers, and Raymond suffered a broken ankle and broken leg; my brother Guy, had a back injury, and Bunny escaped with minor scrapes and bruises; not sure what injuries Elihue sustained. But, then there was this snoring that came from under another stack of lumber! Sadly, this was when everyone learned that a young boy had stowed away on the rear end of the truck and inside the rolled tarp! By the time the heavy lumber were removed to access the person, he had already succumbed and there was nothing anyone could do to help him! Meanwhile, as a little 6 year old who had no clue as to the severity of the situation, all I remember was crying and telling the driver that I was going to "tell my Daddy on him!"
Story by Shereda Jones
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