Now, the building opposite — a far bigger building, the most expensive building, best located and bigger area than anything on the main street — was owned by someone in the family for a hundred and twenty-five years. There were absentee owners in England. And my father would stand now in his own building and look across at that building, and the name was Harrison. His name was Goddard, but he looked at that building and he wondered, wouldn’t it be wonderful if I owned it? Well, came the year 1942, and England was at war, and those who owned it, living in England — he had a son who was a priest, and he had the other one who lived comfortably with all the money that they had and didn’t want any part of the overseas problem, and thought they should unload it. So he wrote to his representative in Barbados and told him to find some family, a decent family who makes a great effort for the island, and offer it to them. This man comes over to my brother Victor and says, “Vic, how would you like to buy that building?” I said, I’d love it. And to my father — my father said, I’ve been watching that building for years now and feeling that we own it within. In about one week they cabled back to England, the news came back, and we owned the building. Now these are all dreams, but the dreams, in the eyes of the world, are now true. These buildings are now ours, based upon the dreams of my father and my brother Victor.1134 ¶10