Written for My Beloved Sister Doreen

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'Cause she's like the olden' Spur-Tree Hill stretch. </I></div> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="12445190.jpg" border=0 width="581" height="25" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <div> September of 1990, I returned to the USA from Jamaica.  My mother was surprised, if not shocked to see that I have escape Ricky Jackson and had made it back into the USA.  Then there began those anonymous phone calls every Tuesday and Thursday. One day Myers finally told me to pick up the phone as he was tired of answering the phone with no one on the line to talk to. Myers had been aware that it Ricky Jackson calling to see if I was there, and to see if I would answer the phone. Ricky himself was shock to know that I was able to escape him.  One day, I did picked you the phone, and sure enough we had a conversation.  Ricky was still in amazement that 'I wasnt in Mandeville'  as he had hope, that indeed I had managed to leave Jamaica. I would confirmed to him Ricky that his tactics of behavior didn't work on me. He began to laugh and ask if I wasn't jealous when I see him with another woman. I re-assured him that he was out of my class and that jealousy was never a part of my personality. I deflated his ego that day. You could hear his  loud sigh, as if one had let air out of a balloon. </div> <bR> <div> I went back to college and along the way, have my son and was doing well. It was Miss T, Priscella who would invited the family back into my life when she told them that I had won a well-coveted scholarship and was meeting with the Governor of Connecticut. Suddenly out of no-where Doreen appears.    She was however late for the Governor's Conference that I was attending with two of my guest: Pam and Priscella. This was when I was to hear from Doreen again, in her usual rounds of mischief making_ came out to scold me as to "how daring of me to invite strangers to something like that when it was family that should have been there with me."  I told this conniving ghal, that I didn't know I have any family. </div> <bR> <div> I had made a vow in 1990 and again in 1994 to not have anything to do with them. I had long divorced the patictic bunch of my mother's Prozac children. I could not get rid of the parasite lot of them, even as hard as I was to try as later Doreen drove the two hours one day and showed up at my house. The first time she stayed three days. However, the evil ghal would not stopped.</div> <bR> <div> A week or so later she arrived again and stayed a week. I started doing everything to get rid of her but without success. It wasn't until I had promised to go to Jamaica and get her bankbook from her mother-in-law that she went home.   During, her visit, little did I know that all the questions that Doreen was asking me about my son and his child-support was information that she was looking for to start trouble in my life. By the beginning of the summer of 1978, Doreen was telling me to have Mummy keep my son. </div> <bR> <div> Two visit of Doreen in my house and the evil in her was driving my son crazy. I have never seen my son acted like that, and it was puzzling to me. Chris kept crying, and for no reason. Doreen using her son Andre to taunt Chris and provoked him into tears every day and every steps of the way. Evil had come to my home and was doing its dirty deeds. Doreen did everything as was turn my baby against me.  She began to buy Chris things that I did not want him to have and or could not afford. Followed by her teasing and with her son Andre chiding in. </div> <bR> <div> I had begun complaining to a friend who told me that perhaps she meant well.  This I know could not have been so, so upon my arrival in Jamaica,  Mother -Dearest would greet me with words to the effect that Chris belongs in the family yard. </div> <bR> <div> One day, Chris's father called me to let me know that Doreen had showed up at his mother's house looking to get in touch with him. Chris's  Grandmother didn't care for the group of them to begin with, as they had lied on her using her name in some mess some year's prior. When Doreen showed up a second time, she was told that Chris' father had no intention of speaking to her. Then Mother-Dearest did her calls. They would begin lying on me that I was abusive to Chris. Thus Jerry got angry and let it be known that none of them should ever venture back to his home. Jerry, who had told me that I love Chris more than I love myself. My baby of whom I had laboured over twenty-three and one half before the doctor showed up to do my C-Section. Mother -dearest was ready to grap on to my five-hundred-dollar per month child suport for herself. Furthermore, since she claimed to hate me, how much of a care was my son going to get from her? none.  </div> <bR> <div> Who is Doreen? Doreen is that conniving  dirty-ghal, who almost cost our cousin Bengie Bremmer of Froome his whole life's work, his pension and all. Doreen, who Dr. Cecil Goodridge describe as the most low-down crafty, cunning, trifling person that he had ever beholds in his life. Doreen, who Benjie Bremmer later came to know for who she is. Doreen a spitting image of her earlier trifling ancestors, the same who would send poor Grandmother's Emma's Mother Jane Johnson to an early gave, leaving her twin six-weeks old babies. Doreen, a worthless mother who had abandoned her responsibility for years and would later failed her son, her only child; miserable! Doreen who was never a mother to her one and only son. Doreen who would drop her son off for days, and not return to get him from my house, from all her cousin's house, was suddenly fit to casting stones at someone else; me. </div> <bR> <div> Doreen was further determined to see that I do not finish college. According to Doreen, I must not hold  the same or eqelevant education as her. At the time,  I held a bachelor of Scinece degree. When I stated to her, that she should have been happy that I have done well and have finish my college education, she turns on me, and told me not to speak to her like that in her home.  Doreen is as dirty gets, a chip off the old block, her mother; Dun.   </div> <bR> <div> <B><U>1979:</U></B> "<I><B>If You Ever Change Your Mind......Baby Bring to Me, Bring Your Sweet Loving... Bring It On Home to Me</B></I>"</div> <div> 1979, We left Jamaica and boarded an American Airline flight to New York. We would start a new life. I had a boyfriend, named Dr. Moyneaux. Doreen has a boyfriend name Fitzroy, the same man I had introduced her to a year prior. I arrived in New York and Dr. Moyneaux stayed in touch. He would write to me. Only the letters had stopped arriving. I called him and he had re-assured me that he wrote.  No letters. I went down to Jamaica, for Christmas wanting to forget about Dr. Moyneaux. It was then that he told me about a letter he had received from Doreen and Mother-Dearest. In the letter Doreen had addresses him as "'a man that was too old for me that 'they' did not want in the family." Also, in her letter addressed to Molyneaux was the fact that she had taken and read the letters that he had written to me. I was dumbfounded.  Dr. Molyneaux was to become aware that I did not know anything about the letter Doreen and Mother -Dearest had written to him. Talk about a meddling, presumpteous conninving ghal.</div> <bR> <div> What Molyneaux said angered him the most was the hypocrisy of Mother-Dearest, as while Daddy was alive and he was coming to the house and to see me, not once did Mother-Dearest with 'her smile' said a word.  How hypocritical of her now, after a few month after Daddy ad passed away to have done such a thing.  </div> <bR> <div> Once again, just as Dr. Goodridge from Froome did, knew Doreen to be a meddling conniving evil bitch. According to Dr. Moyneaux, the facts that she had no looks, no 'body' to speak of, as they can all tell that she padded herself with her clothes like a mule, and looks disgusting, that, alone speak of what she is all about.   Dr. Goodridge a general manager of Froome Sugar Estate had caught Doreen in some similar, meddling affairs thus had some disgusting things to say about her. I would come to know the full scope of what Doreen did  back in 1978 when Dr. Goodridge told me in a phone conversation decades later, 1998. </div> <bR> <div> She couldn't hold a candle to me and is jealous. Dr. Molyneaux promised to keep the letter Doreen sent to him until the day he dies. </div> <bR> <div> It was during the early months of 1994 when I needed my high school transcript send to the University so that I could be accepted. I was fortunate enough to make one phone call to Dr. Molyneaux and all was taken care of with days. So, one day, Doreen was lamenting that she had was to take a whole week off from her job to go down to Jamaica and runs around as was to get her school records. So, upon her asking me as to how did I get my school records to begin college so quickly, I stumbled out the words and name: Dr. Molyneaux. Miss Doreen grasped in disbelief. Her remarks was, "he, he still speaks to you." I reply, "Yes of course, he knows '<I>you' </I> all too well.</div> <div> The best way to describe Doreen is like a donkey that has padding on its ass. No shape to speak of. The shorts underneath the jeans to make her have some-what of a shape, while looking like a 'girthed-donkey' and with her speaking language  that makes any illiterate fool appears educated.</div> <bR> <div>                                                                                                 <I> </I><FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#6666CC" FACE="Eurostile" ><I>soon come...</I></FONT></div> <div>  </div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <IMG SRC="2fe58010.gif" border=0 width="600" height="1" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="3fe72950.jpg" border=0 width="370" height="149" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <div> <TABLE BORDER="2" CELLPADDING="1" CELLSPACING="1" WIDTH="688" BORDERCOLORLIGHT="#C0C0C0" BORDERCOLORDARK="#808080" FRAME="BOX" RULES="ALL" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" > <tR> <tD VALIGN=CENTER BGCOLOR=#000000 HEIGHT= 41 ><NOBR><div>                                        Who is Doreen?     <A HREF="id24.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Chapter 4 A Family of Strangers Thats "><U> Psalm 58 vs.3-4 </U></A></div> <bR> </NOBR></tD> </tR> </TABLE></div> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>