I have fond memories of St. George's from my childhood. We lived on Duke of Kent Street, my father was stationed at Kindley AFB at the time. We lived in Gregg Hall, it was an old Bermudian house/mansion split into 4 apartments. We lived on the second floor, and there was a small side yard on the side of the house at the same elevation as our part of the house. Their was a short bridge that connected the second floor porch/veranda to the side yard, or you could access it through the kitchen/dining area. One could not have a better home for a child with an imagination, of which I was one. My folks paid the rent at the Outerbridge grocery story down on the corner, so I believe the Outerbridge's were our landlords at the time. They still had a small produce warehouse that was in use next to the house, it had an ice machine that made the large blocks of ice (giant blocks of ice to a child) they use to handle the blocks with giant iron ice tongs. As a child I wanted my remains (ashes) to be buried in Somer's Gardens as I thought it was a magical garden. It would take a book for me to write all the fond memories I have of St. George's so I will stop here and dream about the days on the beach in Tobacco Bay.
In my country we csll it mad bulls. I never knew how to make one but now i know. My whole family grew up making kites and they said it was profesionally done. Thank you❤🇹🇹
I did construction drawings for several Bermuda homes and apartment complexes. I liked the theory of saving and re-using rain water by having roof glides and downspouts directly connected to dual cisterns in the foundation. One for clean water, one for grey water to be used for flushes. I also like the many pastel colors available and the look of the cement coated wall facades and the shuttered windows with fully operable exterior blinds.
Tip of the hat to the British Overseas Territories for supporting species that are almost extinct like the Wire Bird, which is a very small petrol found only on Saint Helena Island in the South Atlantic.
