I hand wash a load of clothes and hung them out to dry
Finally, I made my way inside to make dinner, my knuckles were sore from the washboard However, I chopped up the greens, peel the potatoes, just for my family to have dinner
For me it was always about pleasing everybody; suddenly, the sky darken with a column of ash the air became impossible to breath, my wash on the line mostly the white clothes were cover with the gray ashes.
A gust of wind slam the back door shut.
Frantic neighbors ran out into the street, the entire sirens on the island was sounded, that when we knew something was going on; our neighboring Island volcano eruption peril the Island of St. Vincent. we collected jars of the ashes and the small stones for keepsakes;
Living on the Island had its power but a dreadful volcano can change the weather.