My Day, My Roots
So, when you want to use the computer and your other half is on it, what do you do in order to convince them to wrap up and give you a turn? My answer to that question would fill many pages, but since I saw “Lord of the Rings - The Two Towers” recently, just now when I wanted to use the computer, I lay on the couch beside the computer and hid half of my face behind a cushion, and I stared at her until she felt it and turned to look at me. When I had her full attention, I tried to mimic Gollum, saying “Natty is wicked. She doesn’t care about us. She just wants to steal our Precious”. Precious, of course, is my trusty Compi (thats what I call my computer) 
. She just laughed, but she turned it over to me shortly after that.
Anyway, today was busy, just as I suspected it would be. Up and down on the road again, and MBJr. went to the kiddie party and I did go to see my parents. There is more, if you care to read it…
The kiddie party was pretty nice, but it was HOT! The party started at 11:00AM and went on until 5:00PM, and let me tell you, the sun was really pelting down. They had a couple of ponies at the party and they were giving all the kids rides. This was MBJr’s. first pony ride, and he was terrified when he was being put into the saddle. He nearly tore off my shirt before I managed to detach him from my person 
, but once he got going, he enjoyed the ride. They also had a big trampoline, in place of a bounceabout. That was in heavy rotation as well.
There were lots of sodas for the little kids and rum, scotch, beer, Smirnoff, etc. for the big kids 
All I had was a Smirnoff Ice, because it isn’t always a good idea to drink rum in the sun-hot, you done know! (as I’m sure you know!) Still the Ice was really icy, and that was wonderful, given the attack that the sun had us all under.
The food was great, but I don’t know what most of it was. There was roast pork, and some kind of oriental dumpling like a sow-bow or a wonton, but different. There was some kind of pasta, I don’t know what was in it, but it was pretty good. There were a number of things in fried batter with dips, but I have no idea what they were. I came, I saw, and I conquered nyam di food (ate the food with much gusto), without even asking what it all was. All I can say is, it was great!
Later on, I took some Island Grill chicken up to my parents house. They loved that. My parents, two of my sisters and I sat around while they ate the chicken, and we chatted and chatted. I had to tell them all about MBJr’s. party, then they started to talk about our family, about my grand parents and their parents. One of my sister’s told me that GrandPa (my Dad’s father) told her that his great-grandfather came from Ireland to Cayman. My grandfather eventually moved to Jamaica, and then to Trinidad. My Dad then piped in to say that his wife came from Scotland, so we had Irish and Scottish blood in us.
Now I had heard this countless times before, but it doesn’t give a full picture of my ancestry, as you might expect if you’ve looked at my picture, so I asked them where the black came in. My sister piped back in at this point.
She said that my Mom’s Grandfather was from Kent in England. He was a soldier in the West India Regiment. She said that she was told by Mommy’s Dad that his father started to visit the house of a white woman from England. The woman had two daughters, so she naturally believed that he was interested in one of them. She also had a young Jamaican girl boarding with her though, and she was quite surprised when the young soldier asked for the hand of the boarder in marriage. My Mom’s father wasn’t born here, as his father and mother moved to Sierra Leone in Africa, where the West India Regiment was posted for a time. That is where my Mom’s father was born.
Wow, let me tell you about my day and learn all about me… Now you know all about my ancestry… I thin its kind of interesting, though… I must get involved in this genealogy thing… I’m going to have to talk to my Dad’s sister, who is a font of information on the Bull side of the family, and to my Mom’s cousin, who has lots of tales to tell about my Mom’s side of the family. Unfortunately, shes somewhere in Vancouver, of all places… Anyway, we shall see. Maybe I’ll have more to tell you soon. Anyway, I’m going to run, its almost time to pick up Dr. D…
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Thanks for the lift rude bwoy! The trip was cool, just hectic. Yow, there is a lot that can be accomplished in a weekend!
Now I get it!!! Scotsmen are known for telling tall tales - I never knew about the Scottish connection, but check this story out:
When I was a young girl, my Grandfather lived in Trinidad. During that time, I asked my dad how the family - said to be of Irish descent - came to live in Jamaica. He told me that the first in line hit his sister during an argument. Apparently, hitting a women was a serious offence then, punishable by imprisonment. In order to avoid arrest, he got a job on a boat off for a long trade voyage around the world. They stopped in Scotland, where our ancestor sowed an oat or two, explaining the presence there of persons sharing our surname, though its spelled differently there.
From Scotland, they sailed around the world, even stopping off in Africa. All along the way, our ancestor left his mark, as it were. Eventually, his voyage took him to Cayman, where he settled. This explains why so many people around the world share our family name - and some don’t!
I beleived this story for many years. As a teenager, my Grandfather moved back to Jamaica, and I asked him about this history of our family. He sat there stoically, and listened to the story in its entirety. When I was through, he just sat there, and then he said, “Your father told you that?” I said “Yes Grampa!” He replied, “Well, then, I won’t say anything.”
Long after he died, I remembered this conversation as we were sharing family memories. My Dad laughed and laughed when I told him about it. “I wonder what Dad thought!” he said! Hmmm…. tall tales!
How sweet that she let you at “precious”. That’s what it’s all about… compromise!
De nada, Docter Dee.
LOL, Seven..
Yeah, Kristi, that is what its all about.
MB, my puter’s name is “Betty Lou” from the song Bob Seger sings. She obtained that name due to the fact speed kept crashing the tempermental bitch, now he has his own computer to tinker with!!! Great story about your heritage I really enjoyed it!