Our house at Deadwood was in a beautiful location. From the front window you could see Highknoll Ladder Hill, Ruperts and the big ships coming in and out of Jamestown Harbour. I distinctively remember the beautiful Barn at the back of our house, and when you stand facing the side of the house you could clearly see Flag staff and Dianas Peak on either side.
The sun always seemed to go over and around our house, never directly shining on the house. Momma used to say that was because papa was so wicket and full of hatred for me.
Muma would ask me not to make any noise as this would wind poppa up. So I would usually tiptoe around the house. But one particular day I was so exceited an happy, my mother who lived thousands of miles away had sent a letter and she had written my name in the letter. She had written, love to Dorothy, lots of kisses and she had also sent a parcel.
Poppa looked at me angrily as I excitedly ripped open the brown paper parcel. My mum had sent me a beautiful pink dress with bows and layers of pretty material. She had included beautiful white sandals and a Tom and Jerry book. I was so happy that I don’t even notice poppa saying that he hated me. Poppa Freddy was always saying that he hated me so I became used to it. Despite that, he was the main male figure in my life.
Despite all the problems and hatred directed towards me every night, Popa Freddy would kneel by his bed and always say the Lords Prayer, the Our Father. My grandmother would also kneel besided him and pray. I would also pray. I would pray that Pappa Freddy would love me, that my head teachers wouldn’t cane me as much and that the children at school would like me and most of all I would thank god for my mum in england sending me these wonderful presents.
Even though my grandfather had poor eye sight he still grew peas which we would sell. My grandmother on the other hand made beautiful aloe handcraft, grew flowers to sell and kept chickens, selling their eggs just to make ends meet. As a child I can’t remember ever eating an egg. Eggs were for selling and cake making. My mum had named all of her hens. It was great having animals around we had donkeys, chickens and goats. One day I saw a goat having a baby and this upset me so much that I went screaming to my muma telling her that the goats belly had fallen out. By the time we got back to the goat, I saw the most beautiful baby goat. I didn’t know if it was a boy or a girl, but it’s name was moses.
This is so beautiful. Full of emotion and lovely read. Thanks Dorothy for sharing. Wishing that all your dreams come true. Much love, Hilda April Adams xxx
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