Page 12 - Angela C Roberts

Angela,
I don’t remember exactly when we met but it was in early
in 1972. As the years passed by, we created our own sister/ brother bond. My fifirst learning experience that I recall is 12 and 45-inch records. Simply put, I thought they made good
frisbees. However, the likes of Jimmy Cliffff, Peter Tosh and Bob Marley was echoing thru your record player as I listened with keen ear trying to grasp the words. Some I never got. Oh, did I fail to mention Peaches and Herb with Reunited? Gee, that song got played over and over...Fast forward to the 80s and 90s, you gave me advice on what colors matched when I got dressed, helped with homework, how to make johnny cakes and a few cases of sister/ brother feud. As I learned to drive, I remember slightly hitting your car’s bumper on the fence, but to my surprise you didn’t fuss at me. Well, it made sense later on since it was a challenge for you to do your oil changes on schedule. I thank you for the knowledge you’ve given me and the laughter we shared up until a few weeks prior to your calling to go home. We laughed about Fungi cracking jokes Saturday evenings on
Doc James show, Mario on the radio with “yes beloved” and calypsonians like barna jam by Dr Bernard Liburd. Such classic
memories. Rest and be at ease.
LOVE ALWAYS, YOUR BROTHER,
Craig
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