ESTELLE: FROM ST. ELIZABETH to CLARK’S TOWN, TRELAWNY
Graduating Giddy Hall School at the top of her class, Estelle Smith later returned as the personal help to Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds, principal and teacher of her elementary school. As the creator; the guiding power of our destiny would have it, teacher Reynolds was later transferred to Clark’s Town Primary School. Estelle, been the delightful young lady she is, they would not dear leave her behind. Confronted with the difficult decision of leaving her girls behind, she pondered and pondered, then decides to take the trip, get settled and return for them.
Arriving in Trelawny in the early 1950’s, she quickly settled in at the little cottage nestled among the hibiscus and poinsettias off to the side of the noisy all age school. There were no familiar faces, no friends or family in this sleepy little town called Clark’s Town. The only entertainment was a jukebox up the street, which came to life on Friday evenings when everyone got paid. There was also the occasional open air meeting where crowds of people gathered to watch the ritualistic fandango performed by Breda Natty and his Pocomania church. Then there was the Anglican Church in the center of the town where folks gathered for Sunday morning communion with Rector Pronger. Estelle soon become accustom to all these strange sights and sounds of her new environment. She was already familiar with the constant school bell ringing and the sudden ghostly horn from Long Pond sugar factor calling its workers. Back home she was accustomed to the long trips to White Hall, Giddy Hall and Black River market, now market was just a stone throw away. She only needs to listen for the Confidence bus as it rolls in from Jackson Town through Sw...
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... was expecting another baby. If it is a boy it would be even, another girl, and the girls are up by two. January 15, it is chilly in Clark’s Town but it was high time for Nurse Blake again. Once again, David made the familiar trip and in no time there was a single cry, everyone was happy, then suddenly, another cry, a different cry, everyone was surprised, then the word was out “Ms. G has twin girls”. Joan and Janet stole all the attention, everyone raving how cute they are. Things were getting hectic on the home front, everyone jockeying for position to be close to Estelle. The agitator would not be relegated or railroaded he is now three and he knows he has major competition, six brothers and sisters to share Estelle. Like a territorial feline, he found ways to commandeer and navigate through the crowd, pouncing in her lap and clings to her every chance he got.
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At the beginning of this piece, we are quickly introduced to the different lifestyles between the farm she lived in and the one she encountered when she left to New York. Easily distinguished is the contrast made by the use of the word “folks” when she mentions her relatives from “down under” but calls the New Yorkers “people.” The North is seen as a literature archetype as an unknown lucrative place, a strange place where “the flowers cost a dollar each.” This is positioned as a welcome mat to a world of differences betwe...
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Eudora's mother never had to go to the grocery store. Everything that she needed was delivered to their doorstep. On a special occasion, her mother might run out of something and need one of the kids to run down to The Little Store for her. Eudora was always the first one to run into the kitchen. On her way to the store, she saw many familiar things. She remembered the bumps in the sidewalks from when sat on them and watched the Armistice Parade go by. While she walked, she passed the house where the teenage girls danced everyday. They practiced the dance to the same record, over and over. Eudora saw them bobbing past their dining-room windows while they danced with each other. Then she passed her principal?s house, and Eudora prayed that the principal would not come out. If she would happen to emerge while Eudora was passing by, she would stop Eudora and ask her to spell the only word that kept Eudora from passing her spelling exams with a perfect grade. ?Eudora Alice Welty, spell OBLIGE? (Welty 79). Eudora would still miss it every time. The last house Eudora sa...
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