Memoirs of Raising in the 5 G’s To Rising as a Graduate and a Guiser The Travails of a Jamaican Immigrant Book 2: The Grass Yard Era

I am inviting readers into my personal space and sharing some of the “personal…traumas” I endured from a tender age, the relentless parental mobility, the “migrant loss,” and the reliving of “lingering wounds,” as I searched for “restorative possibilities” as well as the triumphs and successes I experienced later in life. Hopefully, by “collecting, telling, retelling [my] stories”, I will find the healing and redemption that I seek. Book 2 covered my early adolescence years when I started to remember a few things that occurred in my life instead of relying solely on others to tell me what transpired. Though the book is titled “Grass Yard”, I do not recall how we became homeless and forced to live there, but thankfully, the accommodations were temporary. The stories related in the book revolved around the other nomadic occurrences and locations in my life, such as questioning my wide and varied ethnicity, pondering my grandfather's bigamy accusations, living with a non-traditional mother, undergoing childhood turmoil, getting too big for my breeches, and being slam-dunked for it, admitting that my perfect Granny was not so perfect at all – she was obsessed with the size of her son’s nose. Also, encountering not one, but two Warner Women (not obeah women, spiritual women) before I turned eight years old with the latter being intimately involved in my life and effecting changes that involved me rocking in Seventh Street in Trench Town like Bob Marley did, beginning my love for the sport of cricket, and telling a tale of a child nanny, named Iriella, who lived the Cinderella life, whomever she might be. The stories also related to religious upbringing or lack thereof with the passing of the first Era of a different kind, my Ellen of Troy or not grandmother who was a Jehovah’s Witness follower, and the second passing of an era, my dear Granny Indiana that I was named after, who was a Seventh-day Adventist follower. As bar kids of a tender age(7-8-years old) and living with a veteran, alcoholic, and abusive stepdad that my mom had acquired, and how most people inherit money but I inherited incontinency from my gran’s family in Marlie Hill, Bown’s Town St. Catherine. I hope that you will enjoy reading not only this book but the entire seven-book series. I was sure to provide a background in each so that no reader, or child for that matter, is left behind.