02-12-2015, 10:08 PM
OK Oldtimer, you are about the only board person that I realize what it was "back in the day" before the fame came to the Wailers crew. And how they travelled island wide, mostly in search of the best herb. As well as how very friendly and available with his big smile Bob Marley was. So I lived in Negril far west end in the 1970's when he was building his place in Little Bay & he and his crew would stay at Awee Maway Village, the place many of you know of as just before the Rockhouse on the left.
One time I got to go to Kingston with all of them, first looking for Bunny Wailer in some really scary neighborhood, and later in a rather more horrid neighborhood in Kingston. All these people kept coming in to get shoes that were brought in from London (from where the Wailers just returned). The street was scary, sewer smell. The gun shots were scary, I was I think 20 years old. The house, once inside smelled of fried chicken and had pictures of Jesus Christ all over the place. With all of the shots outside, they kept reassuring me " yah safe wid we".... I can't tell you how I felt SO GOOD to eventually get back to Negril.
I had to move out of Jamaica in 1979 --a total heart break for me -- I was pregnant, my husband and I decided we had to change our life... there was NO WAY I was going to give birth at the Sav hospital or have a kid go to school there. The first winter back in NY (1979) whew.... was beyond hard. After living in what we now laugh at "paradise" but in the 1970's it really was a kind of paradise.
One time I got to go to Kingston with all of them, first looking for Bunny Wailer in some really scary neighborhood, and later in a rather more horrid neighborhood in Kingston. All these people kept coming in to get shoes that were brought in from London (from where the Wailers just returned). The street was scary, sewer smell. The gun shots were scary, I was I think 20 years old. The house, once inside smelled of fried chicken and had pictures of Jesus Christ all over the place. With all of the shots outside, they kept reassuring me " yah safe wid we".... I can't tell you how I felt SO GOOD to eventually get back to Negril.
I had to move out of Jamaica in 1979 --a total heart break for me -- I was pregnant, my husband and I decided we had to change our life... there was NO WAY I was going to give birth at the Sav hospital or have a kid go to school there. The first winter back in NY (1979) whew.... was beyond hard. After living in what we now laugh at "paradise" but in the 1970's it really was a kind of paradise.