Netel Clark

Treasure Beach Forum: Lost to the Sea: Netel Clark
Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of page Link to this message  By TBNet on Monday, March 13, 2006 - 06:03 pm: Edit Post

This page is dedicated to the memory of Netel Clark from Frenchman's who lost her life at sea.

Please leave your remembrances and pictures of her in her honor.

RIP, Netel Clark


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of page Link to this message  By Lucia on Saturday, March 18, 2006 - 02:39 pm: Edit Post

I was only seven yers old when you passed but I still remember the day when my cousin Manola Myers (now also deceased) came to school with the sad news. I remember too well the condition my mother was in. Now you, her and Bargy are living in the same land. Our father is also in the happy gang.

Rest in peace my dear sister.


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of page Link to this message  By V. Clarke on Sunday, March 19, 2006 - 06:44 pm: Edit Post

A dear Sister - Netel.

Our family chain is broken,
and nothing seems the same;
but as GOD calls us one by one,
The Chain will link again.

We didnít know that morning,that God
was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly,
In death we do the same.

Unknown author

From your little sister who knew of you, but didnít have the opportunity to know you well.
Maybe we can make up for that in the next life.

Vergenny


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of page Link to this message  By Len Clarke on Sunday, May 28, 2006 - 07:59 pm: Edit Post

As the 51st anniversary of your departure from this life and your acceptance into the Kingdom of Heaven approaches, I cant help but reliving that particular day and our growing up together in general. HOW I remember the fights we had after I pulled your hair and you would slap me and then you would defend me when I got into fights with other children. I have wished so many times that I could have been there and maybe made a difference. It is so ironic that Bargie who tried to save you almost lost his life that day allso would be lost to the sea. I miss you both.




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Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of page Link to this message  By Hortensia M Hill on Friday, December 24, 2010 - 03:43 pm: Edit Post

by Hortensia Hill Friday, Dec 24th 2010
we went to cut grass. we were hot with grass seeds all over us and we were itching from sweat and sun. we asked mommy Rose to go to john rocks to wash off the grass seeds while we left her washing the clothes behind the house. The water felt good as we stepped into it, me my brother Cyril(star) and Bargy. The water was shallow and just knee deep. Bargy and Cyril was bathing while I was picking sea grapes and eating the very ripe purple grapes on the sand, when I heard Cyril yelled to Bargy to give him the long stick. Bargy then yelled back to Cyril and said The water is too deep and I looked up to see Netel floating along the reef with water too strong for her to fight against, while Cyril yelling to her "Netel hold on"!! She could`nt and what seemed like an eternity to me a small child I did not see her anymore. I had to go home with news that Netel is drownded in mommy`s old red dress which was used as her bath suit. The memory of that day is seared in my memory for life. My name is above and everyone knew me then as Celia/Medita Hill


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of page Link to this message  By Lucia Clarke on Tuesday, December 28, 2010 - 05:26 pm: Edit Post

Thank you Celia for your memories of my sister. Believe it or not, it still hurts. I fully understand when you say it stays with you.


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of page Link to this message  By Fay on Wednesday, January 30, 2013 - 08:47 am: Edit Post

Celia, such a vivid memory of what took place that fateful day. To my young mind then, my impression of Netel was that she never knew what it was to fear anything. One thing I cannot forget ,is seeing her jumping back and forth across Uncle John's well. That was so frightening to me!! But I also remember her slapping me, her figure in her flared painted skirt and her laughter.

Trust all is well with you.