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 Tweet
Even 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 Tweet
At 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.