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Whenever I watch snowflakes fall in the winter and cold of North America, I imagine that I enjoy the . . . sweet, aromas of sugar cane, and I'm transported back to life as a child around sugar cane and a sugar estate, the latter label being our local construct for both the nearby sugar factory itself and for some more full but loose construct of a total sugar producing apparatus and infrastructure, a leftover vestige of an earlier time; and reminders were even also around everyplace from a still earlier time when the triangular trade held sway, and sweet sugar or related black gold molasses, was tied up with rum, and tied up with trade in human bondage and misery. And as I go back in my mind, I must think and talk of cane-- just cane and not sugar cane-- because only a neophyte not growing up and living for any time with cane would say other than . . . cane. And, by the way, the sugar estate was just the Estate.
The smells of a sugar factory in production are at least enticing, and more; and the smells take root and become a part of your permanent unconscious; and I'm still surprised sometimes to realize how much I know about sugar and sugar production just from the daily flow of life of old. Oddly, I still feel that I know a lot even as some memories now and again remain just out of reach, and some knowledge never did even connect in full consciousness but only took root and still linger on as part of some unconscious knowledge of permanent experience.
Ms. Silsby described herself as a person devoted to meeting her goal of rescuing, loving and caring for orphaned, abandoned and impoverished Haitian and Dominican children by demonstrating God’s love, and helping each child find healing, hope, joy and new life in Christ. She had planned to accomplish her goal by placing children from Haiti and the Dominican Republic in an orphanage in the Dominican Republic. Her plans were on paper ready to be implemented. However, progress came to a screeching halt as she faced a mountain of personal and business debt. Her business struggled, her house was foreclosed on.
The report was very emotional, and it gave you a glimpse of just a small part of the effort for the people of 
