My deepest condolences to the Stephens, Charles, and Ramsey families....My untie Jean (mamma) was definitely the matriarch of the family. She loved to cook, sing, teach and nurture the young ones of the family. One of my most fondest memories was when I was in St. Vincent for the summer, I couldn't have been more than 8 years old and mamma Jean was taking me to the school where she taught. While teaching the lessons for the day, I was in class (skylarking) a popular vincey term that meant goofing off. After a stern warning I still continued to play until I felt a lash! I looked up and untie jean was standing over me with a switch. After drying my tears I straightened up and listened to the lessons of the day. After school ended, we started to walk home until we got to the Ravishing Rabacca River! It was so strong and wide. I couldn't believe this was the little river we walked through in the morning. As we stood there wondering how we were getting home, I young man came over that she knew. He offered to take us across the river, and before I knew it he hoisted untie Jean up in one arm and me in the other. As we crossed the river his legs trembled step by step fighting the current that has been rumored to have swept trucks and people away in the blink of an eye. When we got home I had dinner, some ketchup and rice, ground provisions, and some meat. That was one of my most memorable times with Mamma Jean. Untie you have touched the lives of countless people and you'll be missed dearly! Love Jr.