A Visit to Lucky Hill

While in Jamaica for the funeral (Uncle Bullion) I took the opportunity to make one last trip up to Lucky Hill. This trip was extra special because I had the company of my sister. Since we have grown up I think this is the first time I have had her to myself for almost a whole day alone!

Also special was that I had the chance to see Bernice (Sue) who I have not seen since I was a teenager I think.

Here are some pictures from
Lucky Hill:

Lucky Hill has not changed, if anything it has gotten smaller it seems. Areas that I thought was miles away turns out to be not so far after all, and houses that I thought were so big were really tiny. It was revelation to me how a child’s eye view and that of a grown up cold be so different. Take for example walking to school in the morning. I remember this as a grueling huge distance with corners and turns and the road going on forever. It turns out that the actual distance was about a mile, if so long!

Jeffery Town school (My First Fight) was still there but it looked so small and not at all like I remembered it. Besides the bright yellow and green colors, the building is half as big as I remembered it and the playground was almost nonexistent. The same play ground I remembered at recess you would full games of cricket, football, chevy-chase, jump-rope, gig and marbles going on all at the same time.

My visit to Luck Hill was an eye-opening experience of how a child’s view of spatial things and a grown-up’s view is so much different!

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Uncle Bullion's Funeral

It has been over a month since my uncle’s (Uncle Bullion) funeral but I have not had a chance to update my blog. Below are links to some of the pictures taken during the visit to Jamaica.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/27040491@N06/sets/72157616733145438/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/27040491@N06/sets/72157616643537681/

It is unfortunate that the reason for the trip was his passing. But just like spring follow winter so does rejuvenation follows death. His death, while sad, was a vehicle for enlivening the family bond; re-energizing old linkages and building new ones. His passing while sad was a vehicle for making the Davis family bond stronger, bigger and deeper. Were he able to see it, I know he would have felt as happy and proud as I was of this special family.

The funeral itself was sad as funnerals are but it was also a joyous occasion. The service was packed, standing room only. His brothers officiated; Dixon lead us in prayers and Hugh did the eulogy. His burial was at his beloved New Hope, next to his wife. Driving up that very steep, curvy, rocky and unpaved country road up to New Hope was an adventure. But having arrived; the good food, happy gathering, superb vista and the opportunity to touch and re-connect with family that you have not seen in so long and be introduced to ones that you have never seen made the evening an unforgettable joy!

How fitting…, as he did in life so he did in passing, bringing happiness to all!

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