The cocoa house. It still there....and ah fed up cuss. I think I going and frame this snap and put it in meh office. Just to remind me about certain things in life.....
Okay, obviously I never met my ggg grand parents or seen pictures. Out of the 12 kids, my gg grand mother, the last child (that we know of), was the sole survivor up until 2001 (92 years). Everyone else except one, died in their 70s. The one buried at the back of the house died when he was in his early teens. My dad said that he had a fever, they bathe him (guessing rain water), must be give him some medication and put him to bed....he never woke up. Up to now no one knows what killed him. Autopsy what? steupses!!! Coffee was the tea of choice and wild meat was the KFC.....ground provisions!!
My grand mother pet Tommy the Lap or Manicoo (cyah remember) but he was lunch last year RIP
Jumping ship to what I know of now.....
Beneath is my gg grand parents' home (they had 4 kids). I only knew of 1 daughter (my g grand mother). This house eventually ended up my grand parents home, where 10 kids were born (my father included). Doh ask meh how all of them fit in it....it's still ah mystery to me. The best freaking August (summer vacations) holidays for me were spent in this house. Last year when I went home I took this snap because I thought they were going to break it down when they (cousins) realized that it didn't make sense keeping it. That plan fell through, and how it looking in this snap, is how it looking today.....dem fackers and dem
During those August holidays, I began to appreciate life and what it has to offer. I know for a fact that we in this generation, cannot survive like how they did. Could you imagine walking miles to go to school and church, bathing outside in cold barrel water, and sharing one pot of fish broth for 10 mouths plus neighbour children? Don't even start me about sharing clothes and bed!! But the strangest thing is each one of my uncles and aunts said those times were the best times of their lives....and we missing out!!
As you can see, no bathroom, no toilet, so ya done know what was taking place when house full with grand children during the holidays. I honestly think this was my learning experience how to hold pee for long periods, because no man was dare to go outside at night to pee in that outhouse. Barrel water and blue soap was the Lux and Dove of that era. If you was hungry and didn't feel for crix, find the nearest mango tree to climb.
When my grand mother died (father's mom) in '89?, it was 10 kids, 66 grand kids, 127 great grands and 1 great great great grand. Could you imagine what taking place in 2009?
Ah done!
