In the village, Sunday morning was “Take me to Church” and I mean church. Ladies dressed with hats and men in suits, like my paternal grandparents on the photo below. First there was Sunday school for all age groups, followed by the main service from 11.00 a.m. till late afternoon. After service, food, cake and drinks were served.
San Nicolas Pentecostal Church also known as Jackson’s Church. I was told that my late grandfather would go to pray every morning at 05.00 a.m. to ask God’s blessings on the day. He saddled his donkey Jimbo and set off to sell merchandise in the neighbourhoods. Well, his prayers were answered. Groceries from the little village shop, fed at least 12 mouths for a decade. Speaking of mountain-moving faith. God bless their souls.
My paternal and maternal grandparents were born on the Caribbean islands of Anegade, St. Kitts & Nevis. They later immigrated to Santo Domingo, D.R. where they lived, worked and got married and both my parents were born in Santo Domingo as well; my mother was also raised there. My father was raised on Aruba, after his parents immigrated to the island.
It is said that the census office in the Dominican Republic misspelled the name Liburd to Libert. I used that alleged error to my advantage, rendering Liberty Publications. There’s always a bright side to every aspect of life. 😉
my parents: Sarah Vanterpool & Kenneth Libert back in 1950
My maternal grandfather, Luis Landou Vanterpool. Aristocratic, as my mother would say. He was a construction drawer.
My mother frequently recited this poem she learned from her father.
“Let your words be nice and sweet. Let them all together meet. Let La Romana know, that the Vanterpool’s are no puppy show.”
Chapter 2: “With humble gratitude to my late grandparents and parents, I thank God for the solid spiritual foundation that was laid, based on high ethical morals and values that money can’t buy.” Read More