My love affair..
>> Tuesday, February 24, 2009
...with tall dark men started way before Tyson Beckford or Tyrese. Surely it's no coincidence that my husband is 6'5" tall. Looking back on some old family photos, it came clear to me. You know usually a girl's first love is her Daddy. My Daddy died when I had just turned 4. I remember him, but not everything. I remember being in New York and being sick and my Daddy rubbed me up with tiger balm. After he died, I couldn't stand the smell of it. Anyhow, my first love affair was with Poppy. He was my great-grand-father.
We were all living at my grandmother's house. My great-grand parents, my grandmother and me. I was extremely close to Poppy. Everyday he would sit outside in the sun and read the newspapers. He attributed his lack of needing spectacles to not reading anything by lamplight. I would brush his hair. Rub his aches and pains away with Limocol. I was just in awe of Poppy. When he died, my heart broke. In true Jamaican fashion, since then there have been children coming out of the wood works claiming that he fathered them. Who knows? My extended family, as big as it is, embraces them all. Here he is... on his wedding anniversary in 1967 with Mammy (of course), I think this was their 50th or 60th wedding anniversary together.
