I just finished this amazing memoir of Robb and Rodie White living on a small Cay in the British Virgin Islands in the late 1930s until the start of WWII. I think people were made differently back then because I can't imagine surviving what they went through. When they first arrived, they lived in a sad, forsaken area of Tortola. They navigated swarms of mosquitoes, sand flies, wild dogs as well as a lot of shady people. They persevered and eventually found Marina Cay. For $60 it became their island. Over time, they built a sturdy concrete house with comforts that made living there feel like paradise. Robb wrote short stories mostly for children, and as he found his footing as a writer, money came in, making life a bit easier. Rodie never complained and seemed to rise to all the challenges thrown her way. Most of the time, they worked nearly naked, and at one point, her skin was so dark from the sun, a medical form listed her as a Negro. Their life there was directed by the winds, the weather, and the basic need to survive. They thrived, and their marriage created a tight bond. Sadly, just as the war began, the British government said that they didn't have a license to live at Marina Cay, noting that Robb White had misrepresented the British Virgin Islands. Their feelings were hurt. The White's had to leave their paradise. Heartbreaking really. Robb went on to serve in the US Navy throughout WWII and Rodie went back to Thomasville, GA. What a great story.