Man-O-War Cay has been part of my family’s story for over 75 years, thanks to a lifelong friendship with the Albury family. From a World War II connection in Wisconsin to generations of shared memories, this island is more than a paradise—it’s home to my heart
For more than 75 years, my family has been connected to one tiny island in the Bahamas—not by birth or deed, but by something even stronger: friendship, history, and the kind of love that only deep roots and shared memories can create.
The place is Man-O-War Cay. A sliver of paradise in the Abaco Islands, small in size but enormous in meaning. This isn’t a tourist resort or a getaway built for show—this is the real Bahamas. It’s a place where the air feels different, the water sparkles like nowhere else, and time itself slows down long enough for you to catch your breath. And for me, it’s not just paradise—it’s personal.
You see, I don’t have a house on Man-O-War. But I have something better: family there. Not by blood, but by love. That family is the Alburys, and our connection goes back generations.
The Albury family has deep roots on Man-O-War Cay. They helped shape the island into the special place it is today. One of those roots is Marcell Albury, a direct descendant of the early settlers on the island. Marcell was born on Man-O-War, but fate brought him far from the turquoise waters and into the heart of rural Wisconsin—right into my parents’ lives.
During World War II, the U.S. government started a program offering young men from the Caribbean the opportunity to work on farms in America, in exchange for citizenship. With so many American men fighting overseas, farms across the Midwest needed hands. Marcell and his wife, Tenie, enrolled in the program and were placed at the Wilson farm in Burlington, Wisconsin—the very same farm where my parents, Newell and Anna Thompson, were renting a house at the time.
The two couples became fast friends. Lifelong friends. The kind of friendship you don’t come by often. When I was born in 1955, my parents asked Tenie and Marcell to be my godparents—a request that says everything about how much they meant to us. And they truly became part of our family.
Despite the miles between us, our families stayed close. We visited whenever we could, and in 1967, I made my first trip to Man-O-War Cay. That’s when I met Agnes Albury, a woman who would become one of the dearest friends of my life. We clicked instantly, and all these decades later, we’re still close.
I’ve been lucky enough to return to Man-O-War many times over the years. I’ve taken my children, and now my grandchildren, to share in the magic of the island—and of the people. They’ve built their own friendships with Blake and Agnes’s children and grandchildren, carrying the connection into a new generation.
This isn’t just a vacation spot for us. It’s a place woven into our family history. It’s where love and loyalty have been passed from one generation to the next, across borders and oceans. It’s a reminder of what truly matters: relationships, shared memories, and the kind of ties that never break, no matter the distance.
Now, as my husband Bob and I prepare for our next visit in just a few weeks, I’m already picturing it: the sound of waves gently lapping against the dock, the laughter of old friends, the serenity of a sunrise over the sea. I’m thinking of the Alburys, of Agnes’s warm hug, of the comfort and clarity that only Man-O-War Cay can provide.
This island is my reset button. It’s my sanctuary. It’s my reminder that the world can still be simple, and beautiful, and good.
So no, it’s not some trendy “hidden gem” for Facebook. It’s far more than that. It’s home—in the truest, most meaningful sense of the word.
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