My mother worked for white folks before I was born. She worked at the home of a white couple. When my sister and I were born she had stopped and began selling fruits at home. But my aunt and great aunt worked as cooks on this plantation. I remember as a young girl in the 60's both my aunt and great aunt would walk to the plantation each morning making sure they arrived there before 7.30. They cooked and ironed. The work was tough. If the white folks had dinner they would have to clean the kitchen before they leave...sometimes the plantation manager would take them home...but most of the time they would walk to their homes. This during the time when there were no street lights in the rural areas of Barbados. The only light they had was during the time moon was out. Fortunately for them crime was not such a problem then. Regardless of how late they got home, they would have to be ready to meet the job again at 7.30. These two women were very good cooks and they could bake anything. I learned most of my culinary skills from these two women. Although my mother was a great cook, I believed they had the edge on my mom. Today when I consider that a lot of young people waste their talent and fritter away their time, I reflect on these women who had no option but to work where they work.. Opportunities for other work was nigh impossible, but they did their jobs with great zeal. The pay was little but today I know they have made a mark on my life.