Stories of Old Negril

<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0><tr> <td valign="top" colspan=2 height=154 BGCOLOR="#006699" TEXT="#080000" background="0c3085a3.jpg"> <div> <B>Jamaica~ Noamie' Negril.Com</B></div> <div> <B>--</B><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FF0000" FACE="Elephant" ><B>---</B></FONT><B>---</B><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FF00FF" FACE="Elephant" ><B>---</B></FONT><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FFFF00" FACE="Elephant" ><B>---</B></FONT><B>---</B><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FF0000" FACE="Elephant" ><B>---</B></FONT><B>--</B></div> <div> <B> </B><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FFFFFF" FACE="Brush Script MT" ><B> Stories of Old Negril</B></FONT></div> <div> <B>Stories told  by: </B><FONT SIZE="5" COLOR="#FF00CC" FACE="Brush Script MT" ><B>Paracme</B></FONT><B>, </B><FONT SIZE="5" COLOR="#FF3366" FACE="Brush Script MT" ><B>Eric</B></FONT><B>, </B><FONT SIZE="5" COLOR="#CC33FF" FACE="Brush Script MT" ><B>Mav</B></FONT><B>,  </B><FONT SIZE="5" COLOR="#66CC66" FACE="Brush Script MT" ><B>Coolman</B></FONT><B> , </B><FONT SIZE="5" COLOR="#CCCC33" FACE="Brush Script MT" ><B>Ancestors by Paul Crooks</B></FONT><FONT SIZE="5" COLOR="#CCCC33" FACE="Arial" ><B> </B></FONT></div> </td> </tr><tr> <td valign="top" width=210 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000" background="0c4d2e83.jpg"> <div> <B><U>Noamie</U></B><B><U>'s </U></B><B><U>Negril</U></B><FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#00FFFF" FACE="Eurostile" > </FONT></div> <div> <B>--</B><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FF0000" FACE="Elephant" ><B>--</B></FONT><B>--</B><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FF00FF" FACE="Elephant" ><B>---</B></FONT><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FFFF00" FACE="Elephant" ><B>---</B></FONT><B>--</B><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FF0000" FACE="Elephant" ><B>--</B></FONT><B>--</B><FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#FF99FF" FACE="Eurostile" > </FONT></div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Jamaica Noamies Negril.Com "><U>Home</U></A></div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="id2.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Who is Noamie?"><U>Who is Noamie?</U></A></div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="id50.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Paracme"><U>Paracme's Memories</U></A></div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="id87.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Jamaica Cowboy"><U>Remembering:- Jamaica Cowboy</U></A></div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="id74.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="The Frog That Would Not Let Me Forget"><U>A Frog That Would Not Let me Forget</U></A></div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="id66.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="BarBBarn Negril Cooking it up with Norm"><U>Norm's Negril</U></A></div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="id19.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Chapter 1 A Star is Born ... 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The pond is beautifully showing off its dainty water lillies. A toad looks up from the muddy bank, hoping that a mango would fall and send the water into ripples. </div> <div> Just then, a Mr. Bull came strolling by.....</div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <IMG SRC="37381760.jpg" border=0 width="129" height="118" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">  <IMG SRC="372b1810.jpg" border=0 width="177" height="129" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <div> <B>-----</B><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FF0000" FACE="Elephant" ><B>---</B></FONT><B>---</B><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FF00FF" FACE="Elephant" ><B>---</B></FONT><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FFFF00" FACE="Elephant" ><B>---</B></FONT><B>---</B><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FF0000" FACE="Elephant" ><B>---</B></FONT><B>------</B></div> <div> <B><U>Noamie</U></B><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#6666CC" FACE="Elephant" ><B><U>'s </U></B></FONT><B><U>Negril</U></B><FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#33CCCC" FACE="Arial" > </FONT></div> <div> <B>-----</B><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FF0000" FACE="Elephant" ><B>---</B></FONT><B>---</B><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FF00FF" FACE="Elephant" ><B>---</B></FONT><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FFFF00" FACE="Elephant" ><B>---</B></FONT><B>---</B><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FF0000" FACE="Elephant" ><B>---</B></FONT><B>------</B><FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Arial" > </FONT></div> <div> <TABLE BORDER="0" CELLPADDING="1" CELLSPACING="1" WIDTH="708" BORDERCOLORLIGHT="#FF3366" BORDERCOLORDARK="#CC9922" FRAME="VOID" RULES="NONE" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" > <tR> <tD VALIGN=TOP COLSPAN=3 BGCOLOR=#6666CC HEIGHT= 39 WIDTH="700"><div> <B>Stories to make you laugh!</B></div> </tD> </tR> <tR> <tD VALIGN=TOP BGCOLOR=#003300 HEIGHT= 280 ><NOBR><div> <B> Naygril69, </B></div> <div> <B> I called it a  Revolution</B></div> <div> <B> </B></div> <bR> <div> <FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#6666CC" FACE="Eurostile" ><B>  </B></FONT><B>Michael Loew's </B><B>Trip</B><B> Report</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B>  Michelle's Trip Report</B><FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Arial" > </FONT></div> <bR> </NOBR></tD> <tD VALIGN=CENTER BGCOLOR=#FF6600 WIDTH="171"><div> <B>Tale of Heaven</B></div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B>A Peach in Jamaica </B></div> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="321b08c0.jpg" border=0 width="176" height="140" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> </tD> <tD VALIGN=CENTER BGCOLOR=#000000 WIDTH="254"><div> <B>An apocryphal Paracme Tale</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Story By</B></div> <div> <B> Coolman: The storm that I could not put ... down ...</B></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> </tD> </tR> </TABLE></div> <bR> <div> <B>Stories to make you laugh!</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>What the hell...?? I peppah meself!</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B>By: </B><B><U>Pracme</U></B> </div> <div> <B>Friday, 16 April 2004</B></div> <div> A little earlier this afternoon, I got a call from my Jamaican ex-girlfriend. The one I wrote about a few weeks ago. The slightly crazy one. She has been calling me almost every day lately. Today she called me from her apartment, just to chat. After about 10 minutes of idle conversation, she suddenly let out a yell, and dropped the phone. She picked it back up. and exclaimed "I call you back! I peppah meself!" She immediately hung up. I had no idea what the hell this meant. About 15 minutes later, she calls back. She explained that she had been cutting some "hot peppah" earlier, and didn't realize some of it was still on her hands. She explained that some had gotten on her, and in a very sensitive area that she would rather not name. The pain was, she explained, very bad, and she had to try wash it off immediately, and use some ointment. She laughed about how she "jump about", and how embarrassing this all was, and how she must wear something loose when she goes out later. After a few more minutes, I said that I had to end the call, because there was someone outside my office waiting to see me. This was a lie, but I wanted to get off the damned telephone. </div> <div> About an hour later, it hit me. I realized that in order for this to have occured, she had to have been naked. I also realized that the peppah accident must have happened because she began touching herself in a carnal manner during the phone conversation. </div> <div> I wonder if this was the first time, or only the first time that she peppered herself? The implications are serious, and I am not taking this lightly. I suspect that I have been sexually victimized; that I was the unknowing partner in some bizarre form of telephone sex. </div> <div> <B>-----</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>------</B> </div> <div> <I><B>Taken from: excerts~ I'm away from this board for less than 2 days, and come back to a confusing mix of real people, fake people, real fake people, and fake real people, people pretending to be someone else, and people pretending to be a different person pretending to be them. But this is not really why I'm here. I'm here to satisfy Sterart's prurient curiosity, and to also demonstrate the lag I sometimes experience between hearing something, and comprehending its full meaning. </B></I></div> <div> Join our discussions: Message Board: www.thenewnegril.com</div> <bR> <div> <B>-----</B><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FF0000" FACE="Elephant" ><B>---</B></FONT><B>---</B><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FF00FF" FACE="Elephant" ><B>---</B></FONT><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FFFF00" FACE="Elephant" ><B>---</B></FONT><B>---</B><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FF0000" FACE="Elephant" ><B>---</B></FONT><B>------</B></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="22105370.jpg" border=0 width="261" height="311" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <div> <B>Naygril69, I called it a Revolution</B><B> </B></div> <div> <I><B>By: the mav</B></I> </div> <div> <B>Monday, 27 October 2003. </B></div> <div> <B>-----</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>------</B> </div> <div> Jamaicans call it the time of social change,i dont think i will ever fully understand ja. politics, it being a blend of social, economic, neighborhood, class, or race issues. Into this i landed 17 years old, with a fist full of cash, a soul full of hurt,and a heart full of love. </div> <div> Within 3 days i had bought an old ford cortina 4 speed, and within 5 days, i was diving from the cliffs at sammy jacksons, my home for the next 6 months. </div> <div> For two months my life followed it hedonistic course,out all night, playing cards, dominos, dancing, drinking, sleeping til the sun beat so hard on that shack i had to get up, diving into the carib, coming up and coffee would be waiting, ms jackson loved me, maybe because i pulled one on her nephews from the sea, but probably because i paid my rent on time, and didnt bring er working girls into the yard.. </div> <div> Anyway life was very good, no electric, no air cond., the soaps on the radio, every jamaican who had a case of soda or beer turned the crate over an set up a store, chicken or fish nearly every day, but when they slaughtered a goat, then the village ate goat, Ja, was on the english pound, but a person could eat and drink all night for not very much. </div> <div> The two bars with electric, were the wharf club, and the yacht club, the wharf club was more for locals with gambling, money changing, and women who would bump and grind. The yacht club costs more and was less fun, so you know where i could be found. </div> <div> For two months my life was blessed with American hippie girls, canadian trollops, english patients, italian lovers, new york artists,mother daughter tag teams etc.. </div> <div> During one of my trips to sav, i saw a doctor, who gave me a prescription and a lecture, about the bee who goes from flower to flower. It was 5 years before i knew what he was talking about. </div> <div> Into my life came T the love of my life, a french twist if ever there was one, dancing wit a lime, i thought she was scotch bonnet, the hottest pepper on the island. </div> <div> Afraid of nothing, a smile to disarm a mob, she was the soft heart to my hard head. She had run away from school, i had nothing to run from except for the law,and that lays in the back of your head. </div> <div> We drove the island on this errand or that,one week to kingston, next to ochie to find the rolling stones,slowly becoming more conscience of the in justice that was jamaican society, back then rolling roadblocks were a constant, and foreighners were not allowed into the interior, which was of course right where we wanted to go. </div> <div> No rolling papers were allowed on the island, and if you got caught with vegtable matter, in could be trouble plenty, we rolled giant spliffs in white bread paper,i really like coco bread, heady stuff, the lambsbread was all redbud, with buds as long as my forearm, but i thought i was there for the rum, myers dark to be sure, little did i know i was there for social change. </div> <div> <B>' im just grateful for THE NEWNEGRIL.COM,a place to post my story.. </B></div> <div> <I><B>...jamaican swine and a dead goat</B></I><I> </I></div> <bR> <div> <B>-----</B><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FF0000" FACE="Elephant" ><B>---</B></FONT><B>---</B><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FF00FF" FACE="Elephant" ><B>---</B></FONT><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FFFF00" FACE="Elephant" ><B>---</B></FONT><B>---</B><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FF0000" FACE="Elephant" ><B>---</B></FONT><B>------</B></div> <div> <B>-----</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>------</B> </div> <div> In 69 i had never heard of raggae, irie wasnt in the patois,and respect was earned not talked about,everything was blodclot, suck this bloodclot, suck that bloodclot, a whole lot of anger, and very little hope. </div> <div> Jamaicans were coming to terms with their enslavement, and speaking out against the british, something i dont think has yet happened in america. </div> <div> Land was owned by absentee landlords, and squatters were demanding rights, the goverment was being puled from the left and the right, seemed there was no middle ground, no gray, every issue was either black or white, the police carried israeli uzis and were as brutal then as they are today. </div> <div> The movies were on the beach, and everyone went, poles were up on the beach, to clip the wings of planes that landed and took off at night without arthorzation. Qualudes were plentiful, but crack and those problems had yet to arrived. </div> <div> I picked up the patois pretty easily, and since i plucked the boy from the water, sammy called me john wayne, I thought i was the duke of naygril. </div> <div> A word about Sammy Jackson, im sure some here knew him,. all who did loved him, he was the real ting, we would drink romp, promise to be good, and as sure as the sun sets over naygril backslide. </div> <div> Sammy died this year, but ill always remember his kindness, wisdom, and lust for life. I asked him once what was all the anger in the air, and he patiently explained to us that the time for talking had ended, that to be 99percent free was not enough, a man, and a people must be 100 percent free and through their own struggle. </div> <div> About this time i hit a goat,since he was half on the road, and i was half off it,I felt bad,at that time a well off family owned a bicycle a few goats and some chickens so I agreed to pay for it. Not the 50 or 100british pounds they were demanding, but whatever a young goat was worth. </div> <div> We went back and forth for a couple of days, when Sammy suggested, we go into the hills to work it out. Again this area was off limits, but tell me i cant do something, i only want to do it more,, </div> <div> We took a bus from i cant remember where then walked for three days into the mountains, sleeping under the sky, stopping at yards for food, all i know is i was traveling with the angriest man and most beautiful women on the island. She was great, we would stop and the ladies would take her in, and pour out womens secrets,her poise style and grace, served her very well, mix in her compassion, love of all life, sexuality, and total self assurance, women would cry when she left, i know i did. </div> <div> Up in the hills we met some wanted men, men who had warrants, and fled, it hit me then thats why Sammy sent me up, not over a dead goat, or a stolen swine, but to meet these people who had sacrificed all, for something they believed in, justice. </div> <div> I never saw a gun, but the gun court is of course to this day notorious. </div> <div> I sometimes think the world would be better off without them, but then i think that people did need them for protection from the police. </div> <div> Back then no jamaican would beg, it was a family disgrace, no robbery, that all came later, after the politions armed their followers, then they turned the guns on the people. </div> <div> Naygril naygril the place of my youth, my manhood..., </div> <div> I left Naygril followed her to Nice, France, now france would be okay, if it wasn't for the French, needless to say my reception from her and her family was not all that it could be. </div> <div> They hated my american guts, I had left the cortina with C the friend i went to jamaica with, who disappeared our first hour in Naygril not to be seen for 3 months. I heard he used it for a year as a cab until he got thrown off the island, then i also heard, that he went to france and married the love of my life. </div> <div> Some years ago i was in Nice, and went by her street, there i saw the most beautiful girl, then i realized it could not have been her, but must have been her daughter. </div> <div> I did not knock at the gate.... call me chicken, call me weak, but i have not seen or spoken to either of them in 33 years, and i still wish them well. Not that i can forget her... </div> <div> <B>======</B><B>-----</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>------</B> </div> <div> <I><B>i met her about 10pm she was ...</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>By: the mav</B></I> </div> <div> <B>I</B><B> met her about 10pm she was</B> quite drunk, dancing with some lime at the old wharf club naygril jamaica. Me i was sober, just up from my nap, which may or may not have included a wet dream, anyway she was hot, the slinkiest slink who ever crawled into my life. </div> <div> A slip of a girl with long legs, bodacious ta tas, curves where they should be, eyes to look though a lesser man, skin soft as silk, and a kiss sweet as sugar cane,a body men fight wars over. </div> <div> A sweeter sop, there never was, cross her and a more sour sop, youll never meet. </div> <div> As was my way, i asked her to dance, and then to leave with me, after a stop to pick up her bags, and a quick f off to the lime, we went for a moonlight swim, then made love on the beach til the sun came up. </div> <div> I tell you i loved that woman from the minute our eyes met and our bodies crashed. We were one against social injustice, prejustice, hate, and all authority, our mission was self indulgence, no boundaries. </div> <div> You never know where you will meet the love of your life, someone that you can be completely honest with, to understand or tolerate each others needs, without judgment, without guilt. </div> <div> I tell you if you find that someone, listen to this fool, and never let her go.. </div> <div> <B>-----</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>------</B> </div> <div> <B>-----</B><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FF0000" FACE="Elephant" ><B>---</B></FONT><B>---</B><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FF00FF" FACE="Elephant" ><B>---</B></FONT><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FFFF00" FACE="Elephant" ><B>---</B></FONT><B>---</B><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FF0000" FACE="Elephant" ><B>---</B></FONT><B>------</B></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="22007690.jpg" border=0 width="519" height="361" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <div> <B>======</B><B>-----</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>------</B> </div> <bR> <div> <B>-----</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>------</B> </div> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="1f2c8960.jpg" border=0 width="200" height="150" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"> <IMG SRC="1f3c8960.jpg" border=0 width="200" height="150" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">  <IMG SRC="1f5756b0.jpg" border=0 width="117" height="107" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">  </div> <div> <IMG SRC="1f496620.jpg" border=0 width="150" height="98" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <div> Women sitting in Mandeville's market </div> <div> <B>-----</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>------</B> </div> <div> <IMG SRC="1f996dc0.jpg" border=0 width="150" height="220" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <div> ============================ </div> <div> <B>al Paracme tale</B> </div> <div> <B>By: </B><B><U>Pracme</U></B> </div> <div> <B>Monday, 5 April 2004</B> </div> <div> <I><B><U>An apocryphal Paracme tale</U></B></I><I><B> </B></I></div> <div> <B>-----</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>------</B> </div> <div> A shadchan!?! (for the goyim out there, it means a marriage broker, someone who arranges marriages. In eastern european country villages, or shtetels, an important community figure). Actually, I'm a goy (non-Jew), but with two Jewish ex-wives, and countless Jewish girlfriends (I went to Rutgers in the 60s) I feel some level of Jewish cultural identity. I even helped complete a few minyans in my time, though this was probably not Kosher. I don't think G-d minded. You never can tell, though. </div> <div> Ketubas, Gets, Shadchans, Bris, Tref, Shatnes, Goys, Shiksas, Shagitz, Faygelas, schmatas, knaydlach, etc., etc., it's all part of my second generation second hand Ashkenazim culture, in an indirect way. </div> <div> But the sisters. Oh sweet G-d in heaven. You have hit the mark, the core truth behind it all, the dragon's heart. All that followed was epilogue. The sisters. One still haunts my dreams, after all these years. A regular visitor. She come at unexpected times, unchanged, that singular little sister, the one with the green eyes, the one who fell so impossibly in love, and who eventually killed us all. </div> <div> Were it not for the Lorazepam and brandy, I'd never have written this, and I know I'll probably regret it. So what. Sometimes this kind of thing is theraputic. The Apocryphal texts can be very interesting. Many were deleted from the Bible after long theological debates. </div> <div> There is more in heaven and earth, Horatio, than is dreamed of in your philosophy. </div> <div> Join our discussions: Message Board: www.thenewnegril.com </div> <div> <B>-----</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>------</B> </div> <bR> <div> <B>-----</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>------</B> </div> <div> <IMG SRC="1f8dca50.jpg" border=0 width="220" height="165" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <div> <B>Michelle's Trip Report</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B>-----</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>------</B> </div> <div> "I just got back from Beaches Inn. I had the most fun that I have had in along time. And believe me, I have had a lot of fun times.</div> <div> From the bus trip from Montego Bay to Negril was just the ticket. I know a lot of people think they are shanty towns, but it looked like a comune from Denmark to me. </div> <div> Montego bay was colorful and creative by the looks of there houses. They might not have a lot of money but they sure have a lot of creativity. You might think your house is better, but I think they live in a paradise and while they don't have a lot of money, they make up for it in other respects. They are a beautiful collection of people both outwards and inwards. </div> <div> My husband and I don't have a lot of money, but we decided to splurge on a vacation. With what we ate and drank, we saved a lot of money. But this was our first trip to Jamaica. We just wanted to enjoy each others company. </div> <div> The Sea was bright green and clear to the bottom. The snorkeling trip offered by the Jolly Mermaid was great. Annette was on board and a lot of fun and very intelligent. Pickled Parrot was a great place to snorkle. We met a lot of locals on the beach and got some great souvenirs for a good price. </div> <div> Met many people from around the world and enjoyed different cultures. Had wonderfull breakfast, lunch & dinner at the restaurant. Not the fancy ones, just the Captain's Table. The people that work there are some of the most gracious and hard working people that I have ever met.</div> <div> Next time I visit, I will be sure to check out more of the island. But don't be so hard on people that want to try an all inclusive. Some of us like to be pampered on occasion, And Negril Jamaica is one of the most greatest places to do so. Negril is a place that will live in my heart forever." </div> <div> ~ Michelle..~ </div> <div> <B>-----</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>------</B> </div> <div> <IMG SRC="1f79a6f0.jpg" border=0 width="410" height="111" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>Michael Loew's </B></I><I><B><U>Trip</U></B></I><I><B> Report</B></I> </div> <div> <B>-----</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>--------</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>------</B> </div> <div> "Noamie,just wanted to tell you that our recent 10 day trip was the best in 15. Apple's new charter airline Ryan Air was on time ! (early actually), very good food and a great staff. Arthur's Golden Sunset was clean,friendly and very inexpensive. </div> <div> Our two day stop in Negril was marred only by the fact of that our two favorite long-time bartenders Kirk and Winston Malcomb had gotten out of the bartending business (Alfred's Ocean Palace) and into the taxi transferring business. Business is a little slow on the beach. </div> <div> Went up to Red Ground and had good time with Basil Reynold at the Red Dragon Bar.Nyah's patties and DeBuss still have good food,I'm happy to report.Morning 3 had us off to Treasure Beach with a fantastic stop at Jurassic Park. I wonder how many folks know about the unbelievable metal sculptures to be viewed and purchased there?Seven days of TB brought us more good times than anyone could imagine.The friendliest people in the world live here. </div> <div> Fry fish and bammy's in Whitehouse,pepper swimp in Middle Quarters,Little Ochie in Alligator Hole,Bamboo Avenue,Lover's Leap,YS Falls,Gut River,Alligator Pond,Croc viewing,crabbacks,Rudy's on the Black River, in TB:Diner's Delight (garlic Lobster JA$400 !!!), </div> <div> The Wild Onion(fresh water fishing on grounds and loaded with characters) DJ's playing oldies at The Fisherman's Bar,Trans-Love Bakery,M & D grocery with a Saturday Conch soup,jerk chicken and pork street party and no other tourists!!,Sunset Resort ( a place you MUST recommend for any of your clients wanting to stay in TB) with a live band and fireworks on Valentine's Day. I've left off many other highlights I'm sure.Due to a miss-up,we spent one night at The Treasure Beach Hotel.Over priced in our opinion.</div> <bR> <div> Leaving for Falmouth , we wanted a trip through the mountains.Beautiful trip but we almost died in Springfield as last month's storms had caused a land slide that washed out the road that we came too close to taking a one-way trip 1500 feet down . A fine meal in Maggoty on route. Our friends stayed at The Fisherman's Inn (Rose's by the Sea) where Fisher our local taximan,played impromptu piano while our bartender sang gospel songs with gusto.Unforgettable evening.We stayed at Time N' Place which oozed rustic charm marred only by the closeness of FDR Pebbles. Tony and Sylvia, our hosts, have 2 miles of beach,mosquito netted beds,sandy grounds and very good food.It is Not for Everyone, but the right couples will love it.(only 3 cottages though) A nighttime boat trip on Glistening Waters should be experienced by all visitors to Jamaica. </div> <div> Since our flight back to Milwaukee was at 9:30 PM, we visited the Reggae to Wear factory where we bought a load of "seconds" to bring back. Rafting on The Martha Brae and dinner at The Native ended our best vacation ever. Much love, Michael Loew". </div> <bR> <div> <B>-----</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>--------</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>------</B> </div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B>-----</B><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FF0000" FACE="Elephant" ><B>---</B></FONT><B>---</B><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FF00FF" FACE="Elephant" ><B>---</B></FONT><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FFFF00" FACE="Elephant" ><B>---</B></FONT><B>---</B><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FF0000" FACE="Elephant" ><B>---</B></FONT><B>------</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>"Tale of Heaven" </B></div> <div> <B>A Peach in Jamaica </B></div> <div> <B>-----</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>------</B> </div> <div> Inside a porch which is surrounded by tropical foliage at the front and sides, a woman reclines on a chaise lounge. She has a bit of heaven in her right hand and has her eyes closed. A look of peace is on her face. No stress lines, no furrowed brow, no pursed lips. A small smile is the only expression you see. The breeze is blowing with just the right hint of coolness to it, which is typical for November. Black and scrolled ironwork encloses the porch. The woman is aware of all the sounds around her. The melodious and smooth sound of the locals having conversations while taking their work break and the birds singing their early morning songs are easy on the ear. You can tell peace and tranquility are washing over her as if in waves and she is consuming it all. After a while the woman stirs. She gravitates toward the beach to get her early morning coffee and to eagerly begin her day. Now, her idea of beginning the day is to soak up some sun and sea. As she was lying in a hammock she heard a loud ruckus above her in a tree. Twenty to thirty parakeets were lighting onto the branches. They were beautiful and they let everyone know they were present. </div> <bR> <div> Later that day she watched the sun go down. The splendor of the sunsets took her breath away. The first one she saw was like this. There were dark thunder clouds on the horizon as far in each direction the eye could see. There were huge mushroom clouds bursting up here and there. When the sun was going down through the clouds, it looked as if there were huge fingers of flame dancing up from the ocean. It was a short but beautiful thing to see. </div> <bR> <div> Actually, this becomes the habit of her week long stay in paradise. No partying with the crowds for her and not much going here, there and everywhere either. Mostly she just went from the beach to her little niche and back again. She made many local friends, some who wanted more than just friendship and some who didn't want anything at all but a smile and hello. </div> <bR> <div> On her last morning there, sitting in her little haven, she is having her cup of coffee and spl...I mean, spice bun. She's thinking about having to leave all this serenity and it is making her very sad. But, she is planning to come back again very soon! </div> <div> If you haven't been to Negril then you can't relate at all!!! Why did it take me so long to discover this beautiful island!? Would you believe I almost didn't get on the plane and come to the peaceful place? I almost panicked thinking about myself traveling alone to an unfamiliar place. I got over it quickly by telling myself to go for it and leave all my troubles at home. Once I stepped on that plane the excitement kicked in. </div> <div> Ever had a hummingbird to perch on your index finger and drink nectar out of a bottle that you are holding up for the bird to feed from? If you haven't, then I would suggest you visit the Bird Sanctuary. It is located in the mountains close to Montego Bay. You go by way of Sav La Mar and north towards some of the most beautiful country I have ever seen. Parts reminded me of the NC mountains. You'll just have to visit the Bird Sanctuary for yourself and sit there and experience your own awe. You can't put something like that experience into words. The only thing I can say is, "Thank you God for allowing me to see and experience on of your wonders." </div> <div> Tell me people, just where else can you go for a little bit of heaven if not to Jamaica!<I> ~A Peach in Jamaica.~</I> </div> <div> <B>-----</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>------</B> </div> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="1f6c75e0.jpg" border=0 width="199" height="94" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <div> <B><U>Noamie</U></B><B><U>'s </U></B><B><U>Negril</U></B> </div> <div> <B>-----</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>---</B><B>------</B> </div> <bR> <div> <B>Story: The storm that I could not put ... down ... </B></div> <div> It was somewhere around the fall of 1987 … or so & I found myself in Negril, once again, & in need of some “much needed” … R & R! … </div> <div> I was into my 5th or 6th day out of a 2 week stay & feeling really relaxed & connected to the <I>”thing”</I> that we all go to Negril to get some … of … & my mind & soul were starting to … unfold! … </div> <bR> <div> It was a weekday, I think perhaps … Wednesday, & I was walking down the beach, toward town, & just soaking up some rays & enjoying the fact that I was back in … Negril. … </div> <bR> <div> As I walked by Mavis’s place on the beach, which was a rocks throw from the edge of the sea, her son called to me & waved for me to come over. Of course I went over to where he was at, partly out of curiousity & partly for the fact that we had been good friends for many years. … </div> <bR> <div> We talked for a bit, mostly just idle chit chat, but we did a likkle catching up, as friends often do … especially in Negril. … </div> <div> He invited me to come & have lunch with him & since his mom owned a restaurant with some “very” tasty … food … how could I resist??? … *grin* … </div> <bR> <div> Once I walked in Mavis’s, I sat down at a table near the entrance & her son disappeared into the … kitchen, I just sat there & started to just stare at the beautiful colors of the sea that was only a few short feet away. … </div> <bR> <div> It was like I was being hypnotized by the way the sun’s rays were flickering off of the surface of the water. It sounds strange, I know, but it was just so pleasing & yes, relaxing to just keep on staring at it! As an added bonus, the salty smell in the air of, or for any better term, <I>”the smell of the sea”</I> was coming into the front of the restaurant very strong & the combination of it all was very relaxing … to say the … least! … </div> <bR> <div> As I was sitting there enjoying my view … I noticed that wayyyyyyy out to sea … there was a darkness starting to appear, just out of … nowhere. It wasn’t there when I was walking down the beach & it wasn’t there when I 1st sat down at that table. Although it was very small & very far away … it still grabbed my attention … not to mention my … curiousity! … </div> <bR> <div> As I sat there & watched this <I>”darkness”</I> on the far off horizon … I decided that although I didn’t know what it was, at 1st, it was without a doubt, getting … bigger! … </div> <bR> <div> After about 5 minutes it had gotten big enough for me to tell that it was an approaching storm but still pretty far out to sea. As my eyes were glued to this storm, I noticed that it was getting bigger & bigger by the second & once it was big enough … I could see that these clouds were not just “dark” … they were … “black”! … </div> <bR> <div> I’ve been a certified scuba diver since 1980 & been on many … many … dive boats so I’ve seem my share of storms out at sea but I had never seen a storm this big or clouds that … “black”! … </div> <div> It didn’t take this storm hardly anytime at all to go from a tiny dot on the horizon to completely covering the entire half of the sky as you look out to sea from the … beach! There was no doubt that it was headed my way & it was moving … FAST! … </div> <bR> <div> From the time I sat down at the table in Mavis’s … I’ll bet it wasn’t 10 minutes before that storm hit the beach. The temp. went from around 85 to 90 degrees to what seem like around 60 to 70 degrees in a matter of minutes & I don’t mind saying that … “it got cold … real … quick”! … *laugh* … </div> <div> Ok … not like snowing cold or sweater cold … but definitely ALOT … <I>”cooler”</I> than it was before that storm blew in! The wind picked up REAL quick & the whole weather situation changed in what seemed at the time, just minutes! … </div> <bR> <div> Once those black clouds rolled in & covered the hot tropical sun … overhead … everyone started scrambling like rats deserting a sinking ship! Tourist were running around like it was the end of the world but I expected that. </div> <div> The Jamaicans were another matter, I had never seen them all scramble like that before. It was kinda funny watching them on one hand & kinda scarey on another. I thought to myself … “perhaps they know summin’ that I don’t know” … *grin* … </div> <bR> <div> Everyone was trying to get me to get up from my table & come & huddle with them back in the kitchen. See … Mavis’s had a huge tree growing right thru the middle of the restaurant & it just so happened that the tree was in the kitchen so that’s why everyone was taking shelter in the kitchen. I guess they figured that the tree had a pretty good chance of still being there after any … storm! … </div> <bR> <div> As much as they begged me to come back into the kitchen … I just could not. I figured I had watched this storm from it’s beginning & I wasn’t going to quit … now! … *laugh* … </div> <div> The wind had really picked up & it was blowing all of the table place mats off of the tables & they were all stuck to the back inside wall of the restaurant. The force of the wind was easily holding them all in place. They looked really strange all stuck to the back wall like that. It was though they were defying … gravity! … *grin* … </div> <bR> <div> Then all of a sudden, the rain hit! This was not your regular kinda rain … it was those BIG a$$ raindrops & the really cool thing about this rain was it was raining … “sideways”!!! … *laugh* … </div> <bR> <div> Cold a$$ … big drops … “horizontal” … rain!!! There was just summin’ about this storm that really grabbed my attention! This storm had … “Personality”!!! … *laugh* … </div> <div> As I sat there getting totally soaked … the sky had turned from a bright … sunny … tropical … day … without a cloud in the sky to what can only be described as a really close runner up to a totally solar eclipse … but without the … eclipse! … *grin* … </div> <div> It looked like it was night time … the wind was blowing really hard & it was raining … “sideways”! I decided I had better switch tables & decided on a table in the back … so that I could anchor my back against the back wall of the restaurant! … *grin* … </div> <div> I could not have gotten any wetter if I had jumped in the … sea! I was wet & yes … “cold” … but still … I could not or should I say … “did not want to” … walk away from, in my opinion, was a storm like no other! … </div> <bR> <div> I know … I know … several of you are reading this & thinking … “That dumba$$ has not got the good sense to come in out of the … rain”! … *laugh* … </div> <bR> <div> Well … I do have the sense to come in outta the rain … it’s just that I didn’t want to … I had this urge to see this thing thru plus … I felt like I was getting to the really juicy part of a good book & I just had to see how it … ended! … *laugh* … </div> <bR> <div> The storm lasted about 30-45 minutes & it left just as it came in … “real quick”! Within 5 minutes after the rain stopped … the sun came back out … the wind died down … & the only evidence that there ever was a storm was a few downed tree leaves … a lot of “misplaced” table place mats … & of course one “extremely” wet/soaked ole’ hippy that some would say did not have the good sense to come in outta the … rain! … *sly grin* … </div> <div> I’ll never forget that day in Negril & I’ll never forget that sudden storm! To this day I have not seen rain that rained in “sideways” like that rain … did! … </div> <div> What can I say … “I Enjoyed The Whole Experience” & it always leaves me with a big smile on my face whenever I remember back to that day in Negril & that “cool a$$” … rain storm!!! … *grin* … </div> <div> Hope you enjoy another one of my … stories! … *smilez* … </div> <div> Later … </div> <div> <I>~Peace & Love~</I> … </div> <div> Posted By: <U>Coolman</U> <U>coolman7@bellsouth.net</U> </div> <div> Friday, 12 November 2004</div> <bR> <div> <B>-----</B><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FF0000" FACE="Elephant" ><B>---</B></FONT><B>---</B><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FF00FF" FACE="Elephant" ><B>---</B></FONT><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FFFF00" FACE="Elephant" ><B>---</B></FONT><B>---</B><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FF0000" FACE="Elephant" ><B>---</B></FONT><B>------</B></div> <div> <IMG SRC="21f17c80.jpg" border=0 width="279" height="200" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <div> <B>At his One Love concert on April 22, 1978, Bob Marley</B> </div> <div> <B>appealed for peace and invited the leaders of</B> </div> <div> <B>the rival political factions to shake hands onstage. </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>-----</B><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FF0000" FACE="Elephant" ><B>---</B></FONT><B>---</B><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FF00FF" FACE="Elephant" ><B>---</B></FONT><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FFFF00" FACE="Elephant" ><B>---</B></FONT><B>---</B><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FF0000" FACE="Elephant" ><B>---</B></FONT><B>------</B></div> <div> In Jamaica, political violence escalated throughout the late Seventies. Bob Marley himself became a victim on December 3, 1976, a couple of days before Smile Jamaica, a free public concert sponsored by the Cultural Section of the Prime Minister's Office that was scheduled for Kingston's National Heroes Park. Gunman burst into the yard at 56 Hope Road, where the band were rehearsing, firing indiscriminately. Bob's manager, Don Taylor, and friend, Lewis Griffith, were critically injured. Rita Marley underwent surgery to remove a bullet lodged in her scalp and Bob was hit in the arm. He still insisted on playing the gig, arriving on stage five hours late and delivering a 90 minute tour-de-force. </div> <bR> <div> The election held in 1980 proved to be the bloodiest in Jamaican history. There was speculation as to whether Michael Manley, if re-elected, would legitimise the ganja trade to finance his socialist innovations and to repay the country's foreign debts. But Edward Seaga won the election and was able to borrow a further $698 million from the International Monetary Fund, plus $100 million from the USA under the Caribbean Basin Initiative. A condition of the loan was that Jamaica accept US Military assistance in eradicating the ganja fields, using flame-throwers deployed from helicopters. </div> <bR> <div> Jamaican ganja growers were not so easily deterred, however. In common with harassed marijuana farmers throughout the world, the Jamaicans became adept at concealing their crops and adopted new techniques to increase their yield. In remote rural areas, such as Westmoreland, a more potent strain of the herb was developed by means of the 'sensimilla' ('no seeds') technique, whereby the male plants are identified early and removed from the field to prevent them from pollinating the THC-baring females, which consequently produce bigger and more resinous buds with no seeds. </div> <bR> <div> After Bob Marley died of cancer on May 11, 1981, at the funeral, his wife symbolically placed a stalk of sensimilla in the coffin. Rita Marley went on to record the delightful, bubbling One Draw. Cannabis remained a lyrical preoccupation in reggae during the Eighties, but the emphasis was less on the herb's healing properties, more on the profit potential of the ganja business. For instance, in 1984 the sweet-voiced Sugar Minott, recorded Herbsman Hustling, a song in his classic roots style written from the perspective of a small-time dealer: "I know it's my neck I'm risking, but you see that's my daily living." While the humble herbsman is at the sharp end of the business, all levels of society are implicated: "Wrap up a draw for the lawyer," sings Sugar, "Wrap up a draw fe' commissioner..." </div> <div> Peter Tosh was gunned down in 1987 and went to join Bob in the great supergroup in the sky. With their demise reggae lost much of its radical punch, but if there was any danger of the music getting into a rut in the eighties it was redeemed by technological innovation. The record that's generally credited for launching the digital revolution in Jamaican studios, in 1985, is Sleng Teng by Wayne Smith, produced by King Jammy. The lyric is more concerned with that other hardy perennial, sex, than it is with weed - although it emphatically denounces cocaine - but promotes 'sensi' as the ultimate aphrodisiac. </div> <bR> <div> The Sleng Teng rhythm inspired dozens if not hundreds of versions, including one by Barrington Levy, produced by Jah Screw: Under Me Sensi. The lyric again touched upon the hypocrisy of official attitudes to the ganja business: "Babylon, you na like ganja man/But we bring the foreign currency 'pon the island." The same team also recorded Real Thing, in which Barrington begs, "Gimme the grass, won't you gimme the grass", declaring that cocaine will mess up his brain, "because when you smoke the cocaine, you can get jumpy. When you smoke up the cocaine, you don't what you're thinking about. When you smoke up the cocaine, you're going to ruin your brain..." </div> <div> In his biography of Bob Marley, Catch A Fire, Timothy White explores the criminialisation of marijuana in Jamaica and the murderous effects of the consequent rise of cocaine and heroin cartels in the 1980s. In the period following the release of his last album, Uprising, Bob watched the Rasta scene in Jamaica deteriorate as a sinister cocaine, freebase and heroin trafficking network spread from Negril into Kingston. After his death, as Jamaica become a stop-over point for cocaine en route from South America to Florida, reggae music became less 'conscious' and more aggressive, as cocaine injected staccato, percussive beats and added new dimensions of lewdness to lyrics which were roundly condemned by righteous Rastas for their "slackness". In short, cocaine mutated reggae into ragga. </div> <bR> <div> <B><IMG SRC="30cdaa50.jpg" border=0 width="218" height="165" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></div> <div> <B>1981: One Draw - Rita Marley </B></div> <div> A Bob Marley song from Rita's album, Who Feels It Knows It (Shanachie, 1980), One Draw was released as a single after Bob's funeral, where his wife symbolically placed a stalk of sensimilla in the coffin. Cleary indicating an end to the mourning, this infectious pro-ganja delight was banned in Jamaica on release, but made musical history as the first reggae single to top the Billboard Disco Charts. The chorus inspired and was sampled by Cyprus Hill for I Wanna Get High (q.v.). A version of the original features on the Legalize De Erb compilation. </div> <bR> <div> <B>Kaya, a collection of love songs and an homage to the powers of ganja, was released to coincide with Bob Marley and The Wailers' first world tour as well as the 1978 One Love Peace concert. </B></div> <div> <B>Kaya was lending itself a more commercial, less driven sound than found on previous releases, to pave the way for future albums like Survival. </B></div> <bR> <div> <I><B><U>As Bob put it, "Kaya means herb</U></B></I><B>. It's a password some of the brethren use in JA. So Kaya is really dealing with togetherness and humanity and peace, (because) the thing of peace travel through the earth now. Yes, Rastaman Vibrations and Exodus were 'arder. This time we dealing with something softer." </B></div> <div> <B>For this remaster, "Smile Jamaica (version)" the b-side of the British single "Satisfy My Soul," has been added. </B></div> <div>   </div> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="21ef3f60.jpg" border=0 width="243" height="246" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <div> <B>One of Marley's greatest hits, "I Shot the Sheriff" (which was made popular by Eric Clapton), describes the fate of a marijuana grower hunted by a fanatical law enforcement officer: </B></div> <div> <I><B>Sheriff John Brown always hate I,</B></I> </div> <div> <I><B>for what, I never know. </B></I></div> <div> <I><B>Everytime I plant a seed, </B></I></div> <div> <I><B>he said, kill it before it grow. </B></I></div> <div> <I><B>He said, kill them before they grow.</B></I></div> <div> <B>Bob Marley was familiar with the issues. This first musical superstar from the Third World went to jail for marijuana, as did all three founding members of the Wailers. </B></div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B>-----</B><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FF0000" FACE="Elephant" ><B>---</B></FONT><B>---</B><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FF00FF" FACE="Elephant" ><B>---</B></FONT><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FFFF00" FACE="Elephant" ><B>---</B></FONT><B>---</B><FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#FF0000" FACE="Elephant" ><B>---</B></FONT><B>------</B></div> <bR> <bR> <div> Hi Norma </div> <div> Thanks for this. </div> <div> I live in hope that all who visit Negril take the opportunity to visit the cove. I hope one day that those who pass through the Cove will pause remembering its history and of the struggles of the community that once lived there almost 200 years ago. I dream that the a monument would be erected there to preserve the memory that community so that when generations of Crookses from here in England go to Hanover, they would have something to look for. </div> <div> These are reasons why I published the web page. They are also reasons for writing Ancestors - people could learn. <FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#FFFFFF" FACE="Arial" >m on! </FONT></div> <div> With best Wishes </div> <div> Web Page: ~prcrooks"<U>www.netcom.co.uk/~prcrooks</U> </div> <div> <B>Ancestors by Paul Crooks</B><FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#CC9933" FACE="Arial" > </FONT></div> <bR> <div> Review: <IMG SRC="229ec3b0.png" border=0 width="236" height="315" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <div> <I><B>Bonnie Greer, The Guardian - </B></I><I>'A moving account of a black British family that travels through the ages from slavery and beyond'</I><FONT SIZE="1" COLOR="#FFFFFF" FACE="Arial" ><I>. </I></FONT></div> <div> <I><B>The Voice - </B></I><I>'An inspiring piece of literature</I><FONT SIZE="1" COLOR="#FFFFFF" FACE="Arial" ><I>'. </I></FONT></div> <div> <I><B>U Magazine - </B></I><I>Ancestors is more than a novel. It is a family odyssey…moving…inspirational…compelling … details the courage and </I><FONT SIZE="1" COLOR="#6666CC" FACE="Verdana" ><I>resistance of those who refused to accept there fate.</I></FONT><FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#6666CC" FACE="Arial" > </FONT></div> <div> <I><B>The New Nation - </B></I><I>'Groundbreaking… a riveting read'. </I></div> <div> <I>"Top five reads … 2002." </I></div> <div> <B>Letter to Paul Crooks</B><FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#6666CC" FACE="Arial" > </FONT></div> <div> -----Original Message-----<FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#6666CC" FACE="Arial" > </FONT></div> <div> <B>From:</B> Norma V. Bremmer [mailto:nbre4782@mindspring.com]<FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#6666CC" FACE="Arial" > </FONT></div> <div> <B>Sent:</B> 06 July 2004 13:42<FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#6666CC" FACE="Arial" > </FONT></div> <div> <B>To:</B> prcrooks@netcomuk.co.uk</div> <div> <B>Subject:</B> Hi Regarding CROOKS from Hanover</div> <div> Hi, </div> <div> I found your site, as i was researching some history. I had a principal named R.C. Crooks at the Mt. Airy All Age school from 1968-1980. Teacher Crooks retired around 1980, while i was away. </div> <div> Teacher Crooks return to live up in Hanover until his death. </div> <div> I just did an article on Cousin Cove, and i was telling my husband that 'if i recall correctly, that wasn't the name; the original name was Crooks Cove. So, i sat out as was to proved that i was correct. Thanks to your site i was able to confirm to my foreign American husband, that indeed, i knew what i was talking about. </div> <div> My grandfather family were also from Hanover, Black and Daley's. </div> <div> Thanks for having the site. </div> <div> Sincerely, </div> <div> Norma V. Bremmer </div> <div> <U>www.noamies-negril.com</U> </div> <bR> <div> <B>Last week, July 2004, there was a shooting on the Negril's Cliffe. This shooting took place at Xtabi on the cliff. The security guard was shot and thrown over the rugged cliff. Then the gunmen headed to Lynch-Top and shot one of the Lynch's in-law smack in the mouth. This comes as no surprise. Two alleged tourist staying at Xtabi, and according to the news in the grapevine, that their was a robbery. Confused? I'm not. Negril over the years had its share of tourist criminals, as well as the continuing runnins...  </B></div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <IMG SRC="303a8590.png" border=0 width="424" height="89" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>