Jamaica was a place where everyone had rhythm. It made no difference what color they were! When music played, people moved to it. And music was playing in the background much of the time…no matter where you went.
Jamaica was a place where everyone had rhythm. It made no difference what color they were! Click To TweetEven in the country, radios with batteries played…loudly! The common beat was reggae of course, but that wasn’t the only music that played. While we were there, Bob Marley was in his prime…with his dread locks and music playing everywhere. He was the illegitimate son of a highly respected judge in Kingston, I’m told. I think he even had the same name as his father. But that is a story for another day.
Bob Marley smoked his ganga (marijauana) and wrote music. And the beat of his music and others carried throughout the island with lyrics and music that urged people to go with their feelings.
I enjoyed moving to music while working in the house and caring for the kids
I found that as I did housework and cared for my children, I enjoyed moving to the music myself! I didn’t really know how to dance, I wasn’t graceful at all, but I did enjoy the moving to the rhythm. It loosened me up! It lifted my spirits.
No, I didn’t listen to Marley every day. Not by a long shot! But I had started to appreciate music that helped me move in small doses. I loved it!
After my years in the boarding school where I attended for most of high school, and told how evil rock & roll was. We were not permitted to listen to any secular music, especially the kind that had a beat. I found this period of my life refreshing!
At this point, my life was busy but there was also a lot of fun and fulfillment in my life! Click To TweetAt this point, my life was busy but there was also a lot of fun and fulfillment in my life! I regretted never learning to dance. I realized it would have been fun. I wasn’t sure I would have enjoyed dancing with people I didn’t know well, but dancing with my husband would have been a lot of fun.
Oh well. It’s one part of life I can’t relive. I am glad we lived in Jamaica. I’m glad I learned to appreciate rhythm and beat. I love being able to move to music…even if I can’t dance.
So you mean white girls CAN dance, hahahaha….I just HAD to, it couldn’t be resisted. I always wanted to play the piano. My mom said we didn’t have the money and it never occurred to me to ask my dad (they were divorced). We have a piano and I have an easy learn book and have tried. It’s finding the time that ‘s the problem. Maybe some day….
🙂 white girls can dance…just this one can’t! i can play the piano though. after all that’s the important qualification to be a pastor’s wife isn’t it? haha! i can promise you, it isn’t. time is always a problem. but we have time to do what we need to do…fortunately!
Drats it all! That’s why we’ve waited so long for full time ministry haha. I better get to work on the piano.
at this point, i’m sure you have found your niche christy and i’m sure the piano isn’t it!
i’ve seen glimpses of your 31 day series. how is it coming? what i have seen has been good:) i’m looking forward to slowing down a bit after this 31 days! my house is a mess.
My house is a mess and my hubby and kiddos need my attention 🙂 I’ve been over the top pleased with how the series has gone. Not much traffic from 31 days, but it’s being shared around the country music community and folks that knew my Uncle even back to high school. I’ve gotten a lot of positive feedback. Praying tomorrow’s post will prick hearts of those that don’t have a relationship with Christ.
I haven’t read as much of everyone as I would have liked, but have enjoyed what I’ve read. Hoping to go back and read more after we’re done. 🙂 That and figure out where to go next with Uncle Chip’s story.
One of these days, I’d like to work on piano, I enjoy music a LOT.
that has been the hard part for me too christy…that i haven’t been able to read much of the other posts! and as far as your series? it sounds like it is being read for sure:) that makes it a success!