Bradley

<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0><tr> <td valign="top" colspan=2 height=125 BGCOLOR="#006699" TEXT="#080000" background="0c3085a3.jpg"> <bR> <div> <B>Jamaica~Noamie's Negril.Com</B></div> <div> <I><B>Welcome to the Noamie's Negril Web Site</B></I><B> ~Noamie's - Jamaican Tea Room...An Innovative Walk into Traveling & Reality </B></div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#99CC33" FACE="Arial Narrow" ><I><B>Negril: The Place I'll Rather Be</B></I></FONT><FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#99CC33" FACE="Arial Narrow" ><I><B>...</B></I></FONT><B>Jamaica ~ Negril</B><FONT SIZE="5" COLOR="#FF66FF" FACE="Desdemona" ><B> </B></FONT><FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#CCCCE4" FACE="Eurostile" ><A HREF="id48.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="My BookWest Cliffe"><U><B>Home</B></U></A></FONT></div> <bR> <div> </div> </td> </tr><tr> <td valign="top" width=210 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000" background="0c4d2e83.jpg"> <div> <IMG SRC="1572ca40.jpg" border=0 width="300" height="420" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> </td> <td valign="top" height=355 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000"> <div> <I>Bradley</I></div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B>"Brad's Famous Sayimg: If a man was born to be hang; he'll never drown." </B><B>Springtime..</B><B>..</B><B>Summertime...</B><FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#339900" FACE="Arial" > </FONT></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <B>If when you walked a mile, and it seems as if you had just walked a yard; if when you smile and the whole world seems to smile back at you;</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B>If when you see the sky, and its winks a thousand times, with clouds so beautiful that you wish the heavens would swallow you up... then you know that you have found Eden, the garden of Paradise.......</B><B>.Negril! </B></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B><IMG SRC="17d47d60.jpg" border=0 width="327" height="214" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <B>If when you look upon the stars, and they just seems so close to earth;</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B>if when you strolled along a beach, and it just seems to never ends;</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B>If when you wandered through the foliage and wondered if the gods are somewhere closeby, and where Angels take their rest, you seems to hear whispers in the wind, that comforts your spirit, and 'not wanting to leave' becomes your namesake, think for a second, that for sure, you are in, glorious, breathtakingly ......</B><FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#33CC33" FACE="Eurostile" ><B>Negril! </B></FONT></div> <bR> <div> <FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#333366" FACE="Eurostile" ><B>Then I think about the life that I had lived before I set out on this journey, of my son, my daughters, and now my blessed Grandchildren, of the life I longed for, out of the cold, and into my beloved............</B></FONT><B>Negril!</B><B> </B></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <B><IMG SRC="15cc6d70.jpg" border=0 width="198" height="215" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">   <IMG SRC="15dd79e0.jpg" border=0 width="215" height="158" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">   <IMG SRC="15e8fd70.jpg" border=0 width="143" height="215" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"> </B></div> <div> <B>My Grandson Liam </B><B>*</B><B> Me, my son and grandson (The Three Generations of McLains </B><B>* </B><B>On the Apple Farm</B><B> </B></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <B><IMG SRC="15ffaac0.jpg" border=0 width="250" height="172" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></div> <div> <B>Grace Emma </B></div> <div> <B>My newest granddaughter whose name came about after the woman whose hands i held, whose granddaughter i wed, and whose comforting words will fill my heart to want to forever lured me back to a place in time, a place, so filled with love, so filled with warm wonderful people, so filled with the beauty of what is only know to many as a place called, ................Negril! </B></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <B><IMG SRC="16147da0.jpg" border=0 width="327" height="218" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">  </B></div> <div> <B>Negril Lighthouse </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Getting my nails done: Living the life</B></div> <div> <B><IMG SRC="15ab8fa0.jpg" border=0 width="184" height="250" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">     <IMG SRC="165d0fb0.jpg" border=0 width="208" height="251" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">  <IMG SRC="15baefa0.jpg" border=0 width="174" height="250" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></div> <div> <B>My very first visit to Jamaica & Negril: I had arrived in Heaven</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B>How can i leave thee, how can i from thee part, this my beloved, that i have found?</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B>I think of you as i lay at night sleeping...</B><B> </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>I think of you as i worked the job I had been laboring on, for years, just waiting for that last day to come, when i can say farewell for ever, and where i can lay in your warm embrace forever, you my beloved...........Negril!</B></div> <div> <B>I have found a home.</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B>I have found peace of mind.</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B>I have found the woman that i sincerely love.</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B>I have found heaven on earth.....</B></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B><IMG SRC="159872e0.jpg" border=0 width="391" height="302" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></div> <bR> <div> <B>My father died when i was 2 years old. Actually my father died at sea. He was an American Navy Minesweeper. He was on the U.S.S. Portent in the Mediterranean January 22, 1944 when the submarine got blown up. </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>This is my father. Thanks to my wife for creating 'a place of rest' so to speak.</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B>If dad could see, i know what he would say: "Go for it; my boy!" </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Having lunch at Bar-B-Barn</B></div> <div> <B><IMG SRC="1678b290.jpg" border=0 width="395" height="297" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">  <IMG SRC="16820c00.jpg" border=0 width="288" height="192" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></div> <div> <B>Our First Donkey Race in Little Bay.</B></div> <div> <B>This is the place wherein a part of Noamie history lies. Actually, the Donkey Race took place on Noamie Grandfather's land. This land was willed to her Great-Grand Father, after he came to Jamaica to work for the British Government, building the lighthouses which were instrumental to the British Ships. Her Great-grand Father deed the land to his Son, Kaya. </B></div> <div> <B>I was actually welcome into her Bremmer Family Clan [because] as my Scottish Blood line is within the same as her Great-Grand Father and Father (English & Scott). Looking at the people in Little Bay, its easy to forget for a minute that one is actually in Jamaica, AND very much contrary to all that i have read in history books about the cultural mixed of the on this beautiful island, in in this Community of Negril. Indeed, i was home.......</B><B> </B></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <B>Negril, Jamaica: Here He Come!</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B> <TABLE BORDER="2" CELLPADDING="1" CELLSPACING="1" WIDTH="820" BORDERCOLORLIGHT="#C0C0C0" BORDERCOLORDARK="#808080" FRAME="BOX" RULES="ALL" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" > <tR> <tD VALIGN=TOP BGCOLOR=#0000FF HEIGHT= 19 WIDTH="810"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="19" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="810" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></tD> </tR> </TABLE></B></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <B>Trip Report</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B>Part II</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B>Brad's First Trip to Jamaica:</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B>Day 1</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B>We arrived in Montego Bay at approximately 11.55AM. From his window, Brad watched the island of Jamaica come into full view. The pilot did another circle to better positioned the plane for landing. I watched as the Island's humidity got its first bite of his skin. He would sooner or later be forced to remove his out-shirt.</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B>This morning, we left Connecticut in about two feet of snow. (We would return in a snow storm and 4 feet of snow) as well.</B></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <B>The Purpose of this Trip</B><B>:</B><B> </B></div> <bR> <div> <B><IMG SRC="171c2320.jpg" border=0 width="450" height="306" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <IMG SRC="0d1c4400.png" border=0 width="452" height="64" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <div> <B>The purpose of this trip was to see my ailing grandmother who according to the news, was on her last days, if not hours or minutes. Brad would accompanied me for support. I needed it. He needed a good vacation as well. We made our way through custom, nice and smooth. As a Travel Agent, I had all the necessary documents in the appropriate order, thus speeding our checkpoint. Of course, I used the "Jamaican only" custom exit point.</B><B> </B><B>We proceeded to the luggage claimed area.</B><B> </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>We got our luggage, and proceeded through custom in the "nothing to declare" line. </B></div> <div> <B>From our check-in at JFK in New York, the airline agents were amazed that for the three of us traveling, we had only three pieces of luggage. I was still crying from the sad news of my Grandmother, so I seldom spoke. Our travel documents said it all. We made or way to the Shuttle (transfer point), as we made reservation for a ride to Negril. By now, Brad was as red as a lobster with the Jamaica humidity, as well as my constant question in asking him if he needed some water to drink. I did not want him to start getting dehydrated. The Jamaican atmosphere need getting used to.</B><B> </B><B>We got our driver, and went outside. Here it was different. As the Jamaican Trade Wind, blew over, Brad could feel the different in temperature. We bought ice-cream through the fence from an ice-cream man on his bicycle. Here, Brad got his first taste of Jamaican Grape-nut ice-cream. </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Off to Negril along Scenic Route</B><B>:</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B>Then we were off on that scenic route to Negril; our final destination. </B></div> <div> <B>Brad had a seat wherein he could check out all the sights and scene. Believe it or not, the JUTA were filled with 'First Timer to Negril.' As I was telling Brad what was what, all ears became attentive to my announcement. Thus, I became the unofficial yet official tour guide from Montego-Bay, into Negril.</B><B> </B><B>Along the way, I would point out the Old Water Mill, the many ruins, as well as what is different in the new road to Negril.</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B>No one wanted to stop for a drink, so we made our way into Negril, stopping at each hotel to drop off their guest's). We were the final stop.</B><B> </B><B>Final Stop: Home Sweet Home Resort</B><B> </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>I (we) got to our hotel, (Cliffside Resort) </B><B>Home Sweet Home</B><B>, and surprise, surprise, that Pirate, our host, would be seeing me face to face, in person, for the first time.</B></div> <div> <B>He, Pirate was happy to meet me, Miss B*tch40, as he had named me, long ago. </B></div> <div> <B>Brad had long since took a liking to Pirate's cool Canadian personality, so he chooses HSH as the Resort to stay on his first visit to Jamaica and Negril. Brad figure that Pirate's Resort was the safe place for him, on his first visit, and just in case any of my old flames wanted to confront him, for being with me (smile). Little did he know, that he had only Pirate to fear!!(lol)</B><B> </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Off to the Hospital: </B><B>The True Purpose of this Trip</B><B> </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>We put the suitcases in the room, jump in a taxi and headed off to the Bus Park to go directly to the Hospital. Upon arrival at the Bus Park, I hailed a taxi for my son. The driver, a relative, asked which house to drop him off at, as knew what was up.</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B>(Believe it or not, in my haste to get to the hospital, i had forgotten to give my son his taxi-fare). He, my son couldn't wait to get up to my brother's house and see his cousins, and especially his favorite aunt, Vonica. </B><B>SO here Brad was again, experiencing another ride of his life, 'Jamaica Driving' to Sav-la-mar. </B><B>I told the taxi driver to take me to the Private Hospital, and as my cousin as directed me. The taxi driver dropped us off at the gate of Royale Hospital. I knew where the public hospital is, not the private one, to say the least. I was filled with anxiety and anticipation.</B><B> </B><B>I was prepared, or at least, i thought I was.</B><B> </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Entering Grandmother Room at the Private Hospital:</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B>Nothing prepared me for what I was to see...My Grandmother, laying there, in a semi-coma. I burst into tears, and 'halal' as one of the nurse tried to hold me and console me. </B></div> <div> <B>It was this moment that I would realize how much I resembles my Grandmother, the woman who raised me from I was six-month old. The nurse actually assumed that she too was my mother. Brad stood and watched attentively. He too was at a lost for words.</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B>Then Grandmother did something. She opens one eye, faintly, and look. I caught it as did Brad. She quickly close it back. Another minute or two, she faintly opens her other eyes again. The she quickly closed it again.</B><B> </B><B>It was then that I saw the tears coming from her eyes. I rushed to wipe them away, asking her, not to cry; asking her not to die. </B><B>I began Healing the rest of Her</B><B>:</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B>I rubbed her chest with my hands in circles. The doctors had given her up, as her old frailed body couldn't shake the bronchitis and Pneumonia that for three weeks had taken her to this moment. Dead was written all over her.</B><B> </B><B>I began rubbing her chest as well as her arm, pushing life back into her. Then she asked me for some water. I hesitated, saying NO! No, don't die. Brad told me that it was OK to give her the water. I did! She cough! The she cough again. I looked at Brad.</B><B> </B><B>Was there hopes? Yes, the sickness broke. I managed to do what no doctor could do for weeks. </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Brad Began His Healing</B><B>: </B></div> <div> <B>I signal to Brad to get into position and help me; help me bring my Grandmother back to life. With tears still flowing, we began working on her. The Priest came in. He looked. We held hands and prayed. The tubes were still in her nose. Her hands and feet for all solen.</B><B> </B><B>The priest stood there and watched as a miracle was performed.</B><B> </B><B>Brad and I are both spiritual, and as healing flowed through us, we led it into my grandmother. Within the hour that the nurse would return (back) into the room, she was astonished. The shock looked upon her as she address my grandmother, was even more amazing to my grandmother. Even her vital signs were coming back. She said,</B><B>"Miss Emma !"</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B>When Grandmother was strong enough to talk, she told me, she waited for me, " but she didn't think that I would come." </B></div> <div> <B>I knew she couldn't die without seeing my face. That there would be too much of a burden for her to have take from this life with her. She and i had gone through a lot together. I was the only 'child' she knew all too well.</B><B> </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Her Connection with Brad</B><B>:</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B>As Grandmother stared at Brad, and then quickly closes her eyes, Brad would wink at her. I watched them privately and as I would explain to her (without her talking back, just listening) who Brad was. Brad helped me to raise her shoulder up, as her treatment at the public hospital had left her with nasty bed sores. To make matters worst, she is a diabetic. My Aunt who is a LPN, was there, as well, and had taken all that was necessary in making Grandmother as comfortable as possible. I could tell, Grandmother likes Brad. Their eyes were the same color; blue.</B><B> </B><B>Brad did Roki (Reiki) on Grandmother. I did the top of her body and he did her feet. Soon, she was able to sit up even better. Then Brad took over and did her hands as well. </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Taking a Break</B><B>:</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B>We took a break, and went to get something to eat at a nearby restaurant.</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B>Then we went back to work in pumping back life into Grandmother. The rest of the family came and looked at her in disbelief. They had already proceeded into starting funeral arrangement. The land were been cleared.</B><B> </B><B>Leaving Sav-la-Mar~Back to Negril</B><B>:</B><B> </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>We left Sav-la-mar, around 9p.m., that night. </B></div> <div> <B>We paid the Taxi from Sav-la-mar to take us straight to the hotel. The taxi driver made an easy $500J. We were too tired and drain to care. This would be the day we remembered for a long time.</B><B> </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Brad's first day in Jamaica. </B></div> <div> <B>Tomorrow, we would return to the hospital, hoping that she wouldn't pass during that night. I had hopes, yet, i too was amazed in seeing a modern day miracle right before my eyes. My own emotion was too caught up in this, to see otherwise. Brad reassured me that she would sleep peacefully through this night, and would be waiting for us the next day. My tears didn't flow as much. </B></div> <div> <B>The end of Day one.</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B>............. </B><B>More to come</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B>Brad's on the morning of Day 2.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>All ready for the day. Pirate had promised to have the coffee ready by 8.30AM. Sorry, Brad, we have no Dunkin' Dounuts around this neck-of-the-woods. Our fine Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee is just perfect.</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B><IMG SRC="17aa6e90.jpg" border=0 width="166" height="233" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">   <IMG SRC="17bb1ed0.jpg" border=0 width="177" height="237" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">  </B><B> <IMG SRC="162faa80.jpg" border=0 width="250" height="168" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></div> <div> <B>Pirate , looked up, to tell Brad that the coffee 'soon come' (almost ready). Yeh, right!</B><B> </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Sir Bradley enjoying his first cup of Blue Mountain Coffee, and breakfast here at Home Sweet Home Resort_ in Negril, Jamaica. He sitting, facing the sea.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Officially: Day 2</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B>Today we got up early and decided we needed to rent a car. Actually, after all the taxi harassment when we got to the Bus Park at 9PM, tired and weary from our first day, Brad didn't like the taxi drivers calling out to us, or otherwise harassing us into taking their taxi back to Negril.</B><B> </B><B>So we arranged for a car from Fun Holiday: Vernon Car Rental.</B></div> <div> <B>Our first stop was at my grandmother's house.</B><B> </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Today...</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B>Today was the day that Brad would get his first glimpsed of the hill, Orange Hill, that is. Today is the day that he would get to see my birthplace, my childhood `stomping ground' so to speak. Today is the day that brad would begin to her the words” Soon come” even without understanding the full depth of their meaning. He would hear me tell everyone “me soon come back.” Brad actually asks me, you going back? I thought we were heading to Sav-la-mar, to the hospital?” Yes, Honey (Brad), that is the way of saying bye for now, otherwise Sav-la-mar would never see us, even till the end of our trip. Jamaicans are rather friendly, and inviting a stranger or a visitor to sit and chat, could mean hours, so to speak. </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>A stop at grandmother meant that the entire family living close by would come out to greet us as well. </B></div> <div> <B>Lots of hugs, shake hand, introduction, `thorough-look-out to see if I had gain any weight, if I am meager or fat, is the culture. So I presented myself so that all my physical body features may be examined. Just so that I don't hear after leaving Jamaica, that “the ghal come down here, as meager and tired as a lean old cow ”(lol)!</B></div> <div> <B>I guess they were all still impressed that I managed as usual to hold myself up very well. </B></div> <div> <B>Shocking enough, or as even after the first day, all were amazed that I would show up with a `White Hubby.' I had long since thrown my family in the dungeon on my </B><B>West Cliffe</B><B>, and so communications with them were little to none. </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>I arrived at the family home, and of course words had already gotten to my mother. And so the gate wasn't lock. I called out that I was entering, mindful of the dogs that I may have become a stranger to. </B></div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B><IMG SRC="17389140.jpg" border=0 width="393" height="276" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"> </B></div> <div> <B>I made my way, holding Brad's hand around the first stretch, and to the North side of the house. I made my way to the back of the house down toward the place I will always visit. My father's tomb. </B></div> <div> <B>There still holding Brad's hand, I stood silent. I was glad no tears came. That somber look upon my face will always come. However, today, no tears. I was glad.</B></div> <div> <B>We left the graveside, and headed in the opposite direction just so that I could point out the different fruit trees surrounding the yard to Brad. Brad had never seen breadfruit, our Jamaican sweet sop, the mango trees, as well as the different varieties of Jamaican plums. </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Brad: Posing in front of a mango tree. The tree had just started to blossom while we were there. This is in the back of my Brother's yard. A whole acre of nothing but lawn and fruit trees. </B></div> <div> <B>Here is my son, standing at a different angle around the family home. Behind him is a mango tree. This one will definitely have mangoes on it in July! Can't wait either! </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Where is/ was my mother? </B></div> <div> <B>She would take tiny peek at us from the store's back door and window. Never once did our eyes met. When we would look, she would look away. Then at a glance, she would stare. I didn't speak.</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B>I exit the family property the same way I had entered, from the private gate. Then Brad went to buy a soft drink_ in the store, from my mother. I still smile at the way both of them avoided each other's eyes.</B><B> </B><B>We left without speaking.</B><B> </B><B>Two more stop, and we headed into Sav-la-mar. </B></div> <div> <B>Grandmother, to our surprise was sitting up, strong, alert and expressing how much she ate and drank that morning. She was happy to see us.</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B>Another day of Reiki (Roki) on her, as she must now try to learn to walk again. She has to be turned often as the Jamaica humidity do not go over well with someone in her condition. </B></div> <div> <B>We stayed at the hospital all day, or until approximately 5.30PM. </B></div> <div> <B>I promised Grandmother that seeing the night light bothers my eyes, it would be safer for us to head back early.</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B>We had planned to have dinner at Cosmo. Well, we never made it to dinner at Cosmo that night. </B></div> <div> <B>Tired, hungry, damp from the rain, and having to spend some hours at the Police Station kept us from having a good evening. </B></div> <div> <B>The jest of that is, a dumb-ass taxi driver, while yapping away on his cellular phone run into us. (Court a coming)!</B><B> </B><B>Instead it was dinner at Home Sweet Home. Damp and tired, we still find the time to “rest-relax-recline-and enjoy” what been in paradise is all about. (Take a hint)! And smile)!!!!!!</B><B> </B><B>Tomorrow, we will pick up another car.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B><IMG SRC="17557f60.jpg" border=0 width="343" height="246" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Day 3 (Saturday)</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B>We got up early, and as promised, promised to meet back at the Police Station with the Police. We would be going back to the scene of the accident. With that behind us, we headed back into the hill. </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Our visit to Juicy J's: Here the food is priced mainly for the Jamaicans' budget..... Good Food!</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B><IMG SRC="176c2350.jpg" border=0 width="450" height="309" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">  <IMG SRC="179fc500.jpg" border=0 width="252" height="336" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></div> <div> <B>Hanging around Juicy J's waiting for them to bring the next car.</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B>*********</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B>I still check on my son, who had long since abandon us. His only question (to BRAD, NOT ME) is “How many more days, do I have left.” Then he would run off to play with his cousins. To hell with us, he was having the time of his life. </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>TODAY, Brad got to meet most of the relatives. </B></div> <div> <B>(My Brother's House. Here's his wife Vonica. My son's favorite aunt. Wonder as to why? She, just like Brad allows him to get away with things, he would never dream of pulling-off with me). </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Later</B><B> we went to visit my son at my brother's house. He was already running around bare-footed. </B></div> <div> <B>He told Pirate that he would be back to use the pool. That was only a promise. He would talk to Brad instead of me. Fearful that I would tell him that it was time to go (leaving JA that is). He was never ready to leave Negril or Jamaica for that matter. </B></div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B><IMG SRC="181c2290.jpg" border=0 width="450" height="297" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></div> <div> <B>His hands were itching from mosquitos' bites.</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B>Here he will introduce the dog, 'pretty' to Brad, there for a moment. </B></div> <div> <B>Brad's introduction to sweet ~"Pretty"</B><B> </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Me, Noamie (Norma) in the back yard of my brother's house.</B></div> <div> <B>Home and more home. </B></div> <div> <B>Chris (two years ago) before returning from Jamaica. HERE he is, in his school uniform.</B><B> </B></div> <bR> <div> <B><IMG SRC="17ef15e0.jpg" border=0 width="241" height="350" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">   <IMG SRC="183c2330.jpg" border=0 width="450" height="307" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <B>Look out!! Brad is getting a manicure at no charge. The life he's living!</B><B> </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>(The little girl who fell in love with Brad at first site. Her mother is doing Brad fingers).</B></div> <div> <B>He tells his son, Kendle, that if anything should happen to me, he'll be back in Jamaica/ Negril sitting on this woman's doorstep. I told him that rest assure, he would be in good hands and with my blessing (lol)! She's my dearest cousin too...</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B>More to come (soon come)!...........</B><B> </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Taking Grandmother's home from the hospital....alive!</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B>What money cannot buy.</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B>The true purpose of our visit: My Grandmother </B></div> <div> <B>Today was going home day. You couldn't tell this woman was almost gone.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Brad's meeting my mother. Her reaction.</B><B> </B></div> <div> <B>*Note: Some Jamaican dialect and spelling is included.</B><B> </B></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <B><IMG SRC="18245c20.jpg" border=0 width="325" height="450" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <B>Welcome to the Noamie's Negril. Com website. Noamie's - Jamaican Tea Room. 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