Chapter 10 My Father

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Bremmer</U></B><FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#6666CC" FACE="Vivaldi" ><B><U>:</U></B></FONT></div> <bR> <div>     <FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#666699" FACE="Eurostile" > </FONT><FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#666699" FACE="Eurostile" ><B>Dressed in my usual pair of jean shorts and a tee shirt, I walked over the hill. I wave a hello to those who would pass me by. I looked over to where Miss Ivy house stood and up the hill where Miss Merza house sits on top of the narrow rocks. I turned the corner and headed into the bend. I stood at the gate. I stood for awhile. I turned around and headed back the same way I have come just ten minutes ago. I needed to hear something, however, I wasn't into 'Mother Woman' and my thoughts weren't that which I was comfortable with. Two days later I would retrace my step. Something tells me that I am to talk with this woman.</B></FONT></div> <bR> <div> <B> However, the idea of going to see a 'Mother-Woman' wasn't in my spirit. Yet, something draws me to this woman. This day, I would return to the gate and call out to her. She was waiting for me. She knew that I would return. She had a message for me. She was my father's last stop just days before his passing. Daddy had stop there, before going to visit his mother. Daddy had stopped there; looking for some advise, looking for some clear conscious reasoning; looking for the words that would allow him to find some peace. Daddy hasn't talk to his mother in years. They had a talk, even as Daddy would send her grocery and money, yet he just didn't have it in his heart to forgive his mother. For some reasons, or another Fate was speaking to him. </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Today, this woman would tell me as to why I had come to her gate twice and walked away. Not that I was there for 'a reading' it was that my father was there, and she and I need to have a conversation.  Daddy had gone to reason with her on the subject of 'forgiveness.' </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>It was day, a morning that Daddy could not forget, as his mother Miss Iris tied up his little bungle along with his sister Stephanie, handed it to him and send them off alone to their grandmother Sarah Parkinson around Woodland. Their mother Iris new husband, Mr. Fenton, wanted them out of the yard. He would not have them eat any of his food, and so Iris must get rid of the two children that wasn't his.  </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>**** 66****</B></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <B>Daddy, holding his little sister Stephanie hand and together they would walk all the way from Hope Well to Retirement and into the Woodland Road. Back then, there were few houses along the way. The road was a dismal miserable one. Two 'little pickney', shabbily dressed, alone, in mind and spirit.   </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Alone, bare-footed the two children would arrive at their grandmother; a grandmother who didn't want them either, but was forced to accept them. To make matters worst, Daddy had a bad sore-foot that just wouldn't get better. Tired and hungry they arrived, and even when it was still morning, they would have nothing to eat. Instead, they hunger until Mum cooked later that evening. Daddy suffered for years, until he was old enough to start working. The 'sore-foot' kept him from school for over two years. When it was finally better, it was time for my father to take on manly responsibility. He went to work. </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Daddy wanted to become a lawyer. He would tell me that he use-to teach Mr. Tingling, as Tingling wasn't so bright. However after Daddy drop out of school, for years and from the bad sore-foot, Tingling would come to out-do him, and becomes a lawyer. Daddy was disappointed and hurt from his mother's action. His deep pain would have become the drive behind his success. </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Seeing this 'Mother Woman' today, was for her to tell me that, two days before Daddy died, he had gone to tell his mother that he had forgiven her. Forty years had come and gone before this day stood before him.  Forty years of resentment, anger, hurt and pain stood before two days. </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>This woman told me of Daddy's kindness to her. He had given her all the zinc from the dance hall, together with some boards to finish her house. She told me of my father's kindness to her, in giving her food, meat when he butchered, and other items of necessities, as she was a stranger that came to live up in Retirement.  She would 'sauté' me with all the kindness that my father had showered upon her. I stood outside her house by the rock and listen to her. I would listen to her, until she talks, and talks. Then I listen as she talks what she thinks I didn't already know, and or come to realize. That Daddy didn't die of natural cause. It's amazing what the power of 'just listening' can do.     I left her house promising to pay her a visit before leaving again, after the funeral. </B></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <B>**** 67 ****</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>1970</B><B>: It was 6:00PM. I had arrived home from school as Daddy arrived  home from England. He had come home to see me. He was in some way happy to see that I was alive. Mummy told us, only two days before Daddy was due to arrive home that he was coming. The only reason as to why we were told was that we had to  do a special cleaning of the house. Actually, just weeks before, mummy was been nice and had asked Grandfather to let me come back to the house, as for some reason, Daddy had instructed her, that I must be at the house upon his arrival. Prior to that, I  was living with Grandmother and Grandfather. I had endured another bad beating from my mother and was forced to seek safety with my grandparent. This day, Daddy would walk in, and with a hello to my mother and all the rest, he walked straight over to me. I was semi-hiding or more or less, keeping a low profile. Some month prior, my clothes had caught fire and had it not been for a basin of water that I had used-to bathe Kevon earlier, I would have had a worst-off burn over the right side of my young body. </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Daddy came to the side of the house. I headed inside though the back door. I was trying to avoid him. He was trying to  catch-up with me. Aunt Winsome watched us in a particular way. It is always Aunt Winsome who stood to observe the two of us, in that special way, as a father and a daughter enters ' a place where words do not define the best of communications' so to speak. Nevertheless, Daddy and I met-up in the  back room. He wanted to see my leg, my hip the place that holds a huge scar, the part of my body that would change my beauty.    I showed it to him, and he nods his head, and walked away. That night I would listened to my mother as she told Daddy the lies of how I came to catch fire. </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>********</B></div> <div> <B>I had to stay in the room with Daddy. Daddy was ill and appears to be dying. He had gone to see Dr. Carnegie who told him that he needed to seek alternative care. Then a few nights after, everything came into the yard and into the house.  Everything that was evil, the wind blew in.  A day later, Grandfather arrived to take Daddy out of the house. Two days later, they had to run again. Within a month Daddy would become a ghost of a man.  One day Miss V had left me to watch Daddy. I was sitting towards the foot of the bed, and more towards the back door that lead up from the first bathroom. Suddenly, a huge powerful, 'a forced of a wind' came and blew the back door open. The force went by head and me over to daddy sleeping on the bed. I watched as the last medicine that Dr. Carnegie had given to Daddy began foaming up in the 'tall erated-water bottle.'  I watched Daddy eyes began to turn in his head as it someone under a demonic attack. I began shout out for Miss V, who would come running back into the room. </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Together, we observed what had become of the medicine. The medicine we knew that Daddy couldn't take anymore. We would also witness why Dr. Carnegie told Daddy to seek alternative help.  The powers of Obeah, witchcraft was at work.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>****68 ****</B></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <B>It would take months for Daddy to regain  some of his health. I would come to play a part in Daddy's recovery, even without realizing the path I played.  The nights the fallen-angel would show up, are the nights I would awake to with the presence of the owl, perched on the baseda-tree, by the tank. Then one day Miss Gwen Russell and took Daddy to live with her. Daddy would live with Miss Gwen away from the house and up at Mt. Airy for over three month. The fallen-angel would stop coming. Amidst trials, and  many losses of assets, Daddy would return to England. Then one night the jankanono people came through. The evil spirit would be run out to sea. </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Daddy would return to England a sick man. I came to begin to understand the dark side of  the people we called family, the people who lives in Retirement. Those who frequent the other side. I came to know the back-stabbers, the dog-minded ones, and those who just covet for covetous sake. I would come to the beginning of which I am, and my position, my role not only in the family but also my calling. I would come to know and understand why a day or so after, they goes, Aunt Meeme would be heard, not just curing, but also preaching, delivering God's message, God's very warning to the people of Retirement. </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>People called her mad; I saw the Spirit of God upon her. Only she didn't understand, for the people who were Our Elders didn't quite understand the work of the Holy Spirit. I would study the signs. I would study Aunt Meeme, even as I would lie awake on those nights and listened to ever word that came out of her mouth. The Holy Spirit spoke, and I was there to listen.  She would prepare the way for me.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B><U>BERRISFORD AUGUSTUS BREMMER; NEVER TO BE FORGOTTEN</U></B></div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <IMG SRC="0ee92aa0.jpg" border=0 width="146" height="170" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>