I recently took a day trip to Port Royal and toured the remaining fort there, Fort Charles, and several of the surrounding heritage sites. As I toured the Fort, the “Giddy House” and the Victoria and Albert Battery, and St Paul’s Church, the following thought came to me: what do we really know about Port […]
I recently woke up with a hankering for a day trip to Port Royal. Why? No particular reason really. Like my travel back in time along the Kingston Waterfront, this was a spur of the moment decision, and it also had a great advantage: it inspired two blog posts, concerning this important town in Jamaica’s […]
My car drama on Thursday, 8 October 2015, inspired today’s article. There’s one undeniable truth every car owner knows: when one ting wrong wid yuh cyar, sinting else a go pop up, and most of the times not while yuh at di mechanic! That’s a lesson I was reminded of on 8 October, when, after […]
I traveled back in time over the weekend. I definitely see the question marks over your heads, readers; but, yes, I, Kerry-Ann Morris, went back in time over the weekend. Specifically, I traveled back in time to Kingston between the 18th and 20th centuries, and went strolling around the historic Parade area, sauntered down King Street […]
I’ve been thinking about the Flat Bridge that spans the deceptively mighty Rio Cobre within the Bog Walk Gorge in St Catherine. I remembered many times, just before we drove over the bridge (or as the driver myself), mentally saying a small prayer asking the Lord for a safe journey across the infamous Flat Bridge. […]
Yes, I already see your eyebrows shooting up into your foreheads, dear Readers, and the question marks above your heads are as bright as day (That’s not the name of the tree, Kerry-Ann!). So let me not tarry. This is an undated photo of the Ferry area along Spanish Town Road in St Catherine (now […]
Jamaica has Obama-fever!
All of last week, during the final days of preparation to the actual arrival of the 44th President of the United States of America (USA) to Jamaican soil on April 8, 2015, Jamaicans were definitely all about Barack Obama. So what positive developments can Jamaicans expect from Obama’s recent visit? Well, that remains to be seen. However, the overall anticipation and level of preparation that went into the visit is a great indication of the good relationship the country has had with its northern neighbour over the years as a result of our geographical closeness.
At times, though, both countries have not seen eye-to-eye.
One such thorny issue had to do with the low-lying offshore islets around Jamaica, specifically the Morant and Pedro Cays (pronounced ‘keys’ like the Florida Keys).
Since last week I’ve had the first verse and chorus of Anthony Cruz’ Half Way Tree (2005) song playing in my head non-stop:
When yuh waan fi meet a country girl
When yuh waan fi meet a uptown girl
When yuh waan meet girls weh work a bank, girls weh love top rank
Jus go outta Half Way Tree
Outta NCB, right side a di clock
Outta Half Way Tree
Roun a Mother’s weh do Portmore bus dem come stop
Outta Half Way Tree
Girls weh brown, girls weh black, girls weh slim, girls weh fat
Outta Half Way Tree
Right a Burger King or down a Tastee
While Anthony Cruz was expressing how Half Way Tree was like a melting pot of the different types of women in Jamaica, his song does reflect the historical importance of Half Way Tree: a junction of not only several important roads in Kingston and St Andrew; but also an ideal meeting spot.
Within any given week I fantasise quite abit about leaving Beijing. In one version of my fantasies I sleep overnight at the airport in Beijing so as not to miss my flight, and actually enjoy the 22+ hours travel time to Jamaica. In addition to these fantasies, I regularly check the cost of the flights from Beijing to Jamaica and remind myself of my “when to buy ticket” timeline.
Yep, that’s how badly I need to leave China!
So after once again recently checking the prices of the Beijing to Jamaica one-way flights, I got to thinking about the Palisadoes spit and the history of this bit of roadway. How did the Palisadoes spit come about? Why is it called the Palisadoes? What is the historical significance of the Palisadoes spit in Jamaica’s development?
Let’s fantasize a bit: If the Government of Jamaica ever decided to add another parish or two to the roster, how do you think they’d go about selecting their names? My guess is, before they even begin contemplating names, they’ll turn to history to see how it was done in the past before deciding on the best way forward.
Read today’s post to find out how our parishes got their names.