It brings a tear to my eye, and a lump to my throat to say that the Monarch of the Royal Family of England, Queen Elizabeth, has passed on at the age of 96.
I called mom to tell her the news, and she already knew. We were talking for a few minutes after I finished my afternoon shift, and she was telling me about her experiences in Jamaica when she was a little girl. During that time, Jamaica was a British colony; one of many. The monetary denomination was the British pound, and she still remembers all the coins that were used. She lived near the House of Representatives, which is the Parliament of Jamaica, or the legislative branch of the government. Whenever the Monarchy was in town, it was always abuzz with activity. She remembers seeing the Queen pass in her motorcade on occasion, and often close enough for mom to touch her.
Apparently, there was a picture of Queen Elizabeth in her dad’s house. The pictures of the house were long since stolen, but I remember it well. It was a very distinctive three bedroom house, made so by the three vent windows in her dad’s bedroom. There was an attached garage, and a backyard that resembled an orchard because of all the fruit trees her dad planted, plus one very tall coconut tree. I know the house backwards and forwards, but I don’t remember seeing a pic of QE. I’m so disappointed. Even though I have known QE all my life, the first time I ever saw her was when I was watching the Charles and Diana wedding with my aunt and my two cousins. I wanted to stay up all night, but I fell asleep.
As a little girl, her father created the rule that only the Kings English be spoken in the house. The traditional broken English was not permitted. That’s why even though mom is a full blooded Jamaican, she sounds more British. She can speak broken English, which used to make me laugh. I also speak it whenever I’m at her place because it makes me feel like I’m back in Jamaica, or down a yaard in broken English.
Jamaica gained independence from England in 1962, but the Monarchy still left an impact on the island. When I arrived sometime in the 1970’s to stay with her dad because she was always working, and she suspected that my babysitter was abusing me, it was still somewhat British. Cars remained right hand drive, and everyone could speak broken English. The country stopped using the British pound and started using the Jamaican dollar; but American dollars are used also. The Queen remained a prominent figure up until her death, and was thoroughly respected by all.
Queen Elizabeth’s passing is a big deal deal for my family, and we will be talking about it for some time. Mom remembers when Prince Charles would visit Jamaica along with his dad. Now Charles is King. My family will be talking about that too, and taking cheap shots at Camilla. Some things never change.
Speaking of which, and before I sign off, allow me to show you the HATRED that this Leftist has for Her Majesty. All I can say it wow. To carry that much hate inside means there’s no room for love. Talk about having a heart of stone.
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