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Over the years I stop at that point only to board a vessel to the other side of the river for further journey to the sea but for the brief period of waiting I keep pondering about the name of the place Harwood Point. Who was this Harwood? what was he doing here? what good deed made him deserving to name the place after him? I am still baffled after a quarter of a century. Googling throws up many Harwoods dead and distinguished but there's no clue to connect any of them with Harwood Point. I imagine he was one of the administrators who left the shore of England to be stationed at this place a century or two ago then a tract of almost inaccessible jungle for surveying the prospects of trade for the East India Company but that leads me to further questions. Was he a noble soul that loved the place and came to like the people there so much so that the natives after his departure made his name permanently etched there? Or was he among those typical British Officers who vented their wrath for having been interned to a god forsaken mangrove wilderness treated the natives with extreme disdain proving himself worthy of his position and duly rewarded by his masters by making him a part of history ironically undefined and unrecorded. I love to think though on a night when the moon made the tide rebellious he walked into the river and was lost for good and to this day none knows for sure what happened to Mr. Harwood.
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Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 3:48 AM UTC
Harwood Point
Over the years I stop at that point only to board a vessel to the other side of the river for further journey to the sea but for the brief period of waiting I keep pondering about the name of the place Harwood Point. Who was this Harwood? what was he doing here? what good deed made him deserving to name the place after him? I am still baffled after a quarter of a century. Googling throws up many Harwoods dead and distinguished but there's no clue to connect any of them with Harwood Point. I imagine he was one of the administrators who left the shore of England to be stationed at this place a century or two ago then a tract of almost inaccessible jungle for surveying the prospects of trade for the East India Company but that leads me to further questions. Was he a noble soul that loved the place and came to like the people there so much so that the natives after his departure made his name permanently etched there? Or was he among those typical British Officers who vented their wrath for having been interned to a god forsaken mangrove wilderness treated the natives with extreme disdain proving himself worthy of his position and duly rewarded by his masters by making him a part of history ironically undefined and unrecorded. I love to think though on a night when the moon made the tide rebellious he walked into the river and was lost for good and to this day none knows for sure what happened to Mr. Harwood.
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Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 3:48 AM UTC
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