I've got so many memories of that place," said Mama Irene, fanning herself with her straw hat. "The weddings I saw there, the fields full of cane, all neat and ready for the cuttin'." The old lady paused and mopped the sweat from her brow. "You know I worked at Betty's Hope for 20 years, and my mother before me. After school, me and my sisters used to help Mom bundle the cane and put it in the trailer. Drop salt, pick up the cane, drop the manure. Leave it all nice and neat¿" It was a hot, windless Sunday morning, and Mama Irene - one of the last plantation workers still alive on Antigua - was sitting on her porch in her frock and her curlers. "It used to be so pretty," she said, "the big plantation house, the gardens. They've restored the windmill nicely now; but the fields - they're all overgrown, just cassie bushes and cactus.