There was not much 
entertainment for children in Jamaica. Daddy's friend, didn't seem to have a job, like daddy did.
He would just show up uninvited to our home, during the day. Funny thing is all the kids in the neighborhood would seem to flock to this guy. He was the aeroplane man...whoosh, up in the air he'd lift us! And, swish he would spin us around, then bring us back down to earth. We loved it!
All the fair play took place in the presence of other grownups. So he was trusted.
However, He had a way of walking from the back enclosed veranda(porch) and into the room with beds, only to have us run behind him for more lifts and laughs. He would instruct us to stand in line and wait our turn. We did as told.
I don't remember the other children's names or ages, but I was around 8yrs. old. (details in book). I only passed out during the bedroom lifts. Then I lost interest. It was no longer fun.
The only television was owned by the neighbor next door. They graciously allowed a crowd outside their living room doors that opened onto the veranda(front porch).
Almost nightly there was a crowd there, depending on the shows that were on. The audience consisted of men, women and children. The word was out! Free T.V! No privacy for this family, I thought.
While everyone gathered to watch T.V. the very same man often offer to have me sit on his lap! (Details in book). Everyone was so taken with the T.V. that all seemed normal.
The family who owned the set was quite comfortable because the man of the house was a policeman. He was very tall and thin with a long face and always clean-shaved. His wife was of perfect figure and weight with a smiling countenance.
However, their only child was the skinniest 3 yr. old girl I'd ever seen. She craved salt on a daily basis. Weird.
I was just a child but I thought there was something wrong with the salt cravings. She would beg for a hand-full of salt to lick from her hands and their helper would give-in to her.
On occasion their niece, a healthy heavy-set preteen, would come over to vacuum and dust for pocket change when their regular helper was not available.
entertainment for children in Jamaica. Daddy's friend, didn't seem to have a job, like daddy did.He would just show up uninvited to our home, during the day. Funny thing is all the kids in the neighborhood would seem to flock to this guy. He was the aeroplane man...whoosh, up in the air he'd lift us! And, swish he would spin us around, then bring us back down to earth. We loved it!
All the fair play took place in the presence of other grownups. So he was trusted.
However, He had a way of walking from the back enclosed veranda(porch) and into the room with beds, only to have us run behind him for more lifts and laughs. He would instruct us to stand in line and wait our turn. We did as told.
I don't remember the other children's names or ages, but I was around 8yrs. old. (details in book). I only passed out during the bedroom lifts. Then I lost interest. It was no longer fun.
The only television was owned by the neighbor next door. They graciously allowed a crowd outside their living room doors that opened onto the veranda(front porch).
Almost nightly there was a crowd there, depending on the shows that were on. The audience consisted of men, women and children. The word was out! Free T.V! No privacy for this family, I thought.
While everyone gathered to watch T.V. the very same man often offer to have me sit on his lap! (Details in book). Everyone was so taken with the T.V. that all seemed normal.
The family who owned the set was quite comfortable because the man of the house was a policeman. He was very tall and thin with a long face and always clean-shaved. His wife was of perfect figure and weight with a smiling countenance.
However, their only child was the skinniest 3 yr. old girl I'd ever seen. She craved salt on a daily basis. Weird.
I was just a child but I thought there was something wrong with the salt cravings. She would beg for a hand-full of salt to lick from her hands and their helper would give-in to her.
On occasion their niece, a healthy heavy-set preteen, would come over to vacuum and dust for pocket change when their regular helper was not available.
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