A Bit About The History Of Reggae Falls:
There used to be a Swinging Bridge just to the left of where your sister dove under the water there. That whole concrete structure used to be a part of the structure that Generated Electricity for Serge Island via the Water’s current. If you ask me, those who built the structure were well advance to be able to do that, at that time. I was only a child about five years old when all this occurred, and now I am 31 years old. I am trying to recall this to the best of my ability as the Holy Spirit brings back the event to my remembrance.
It was a silent night in Hillside, It seemed like it didn’t even rain that night. Late that night as I was laying in bed next to my Granny - Mrs. Hortense Rose (I've always had a feeling that she was a Maroon of some sort, but never dug deep to find out...). I heard the rumbling and the sound of people. It seemed like it was just a dream. Similar to the feelings I got the night of Katrina and the Pulse Night Club Shootings, here in Orlando. I woke up the next morning and my Aunty and Cousin Tavar, who now lives in England were at my house. They had to leave Aunty Darlene’s house because the Flood and Mud, and Dirty water had washed away, almost all there house, except the concrete structure and a few supplies.
My last memory of my Cousin Jimbo, entails him coming down to Hillside Basic School and saying “Weh, Weh, Weh, Unuh Bed Deh?” For some reason, I could still smell the smell of his funeral even after I migrated to the United States. I’ve talked to my cousin Kell - also living here in the U.S.A about the events that occurred the night of the flood and her recollection was similar to mine; meaning we do not recall it even raining, for there to be a flood of such magnitude. Even house in Spring Gully near Hillside Primary School and Uppa Pub got washed away.
They (Governmental Officials) later wanted to relocate the people of Hillside District to Coley (I would have to check with Mother Alma from Judah Church if that’s how you spell the district, since that’s where she is from). God works in mysterious ways, for me to come all the way to America to meet someone from the district that we almost got relocated to, who also lived in England prior to moving to America. My husband also lived in London for a number of years, prior to moving to America. Either way the final verdict on the move to Coley was a “No!” according to the people of Hillside, therefore you, Woman of God, was able to go to Johnson River, Damn and all the other names that these areas are known by to enjoy the cold anionic water. There may be more History behind the names of the places and rivers that join together down by where your Dad was driving his car—I wouldn’t know. Hope this helps…
It was a silent night in Hillside, It seemed like it didn’t even rain that night. Late that night as I was laying in bed next to my Granny - Mrs. Hortense Rose (I've always had a feeling that she was a Maroon of some sort, but never dug deep to find out...). I heard the rumbling and the sound of people. It seemed like it was just a dream. Similar to the feelings I got the night of Katrina and the Pulse Night Club Shootings, here in Orlando. I woke up the next morning and my Aunty and Cousin Tavar, who now lives in England were at my house. They had to leave Aunty Darlene’s house because the Flood and Mud, and Dirty water had washed away, almost all there house, except the concrete structure and a few supplies.
My last memory of my Cousin Jimbo, entails him coming down to Hillside Basic School and saying “Weh, Weh, Weh, Unuh Bed Deh?” For some reason, I could still smell the smell of his funeral even after I migrated to the United States. I’ve talked to my cousin Kell - also living here in the U.S.A about the events that occurred the night of the flood and her recollection was similar to mine; meaning we do not recall it even raining, for there to be a flood of such magnitude. Even house in Spring Gully near Hillside Primary School and Uppa Pub got washed away.
They (Governmental Officials) later wanted to relocate the people of Hillside District to Coley (I would have to check with Mother Alma from Judah Church if that’s how you spell the district, since that’s where she is from). God works in mysterious ways, for me to come all the way to America to meet someone from the district that we almost got relocated to, who also lived in England prior to moving to America. My husband also lived in London for a number of years, prior to moving to America. Either way the final verdict on the move to Coley was a “No!” according to the people of Hillside, therefore you, Woman of God, was able to go to Johnson River, Damn and all the other names that these areas are known by to enjoy the cold anionic water. There may be more History behind the names of the places and rivers that join together down by where your Dad was driving his car—I wouldn’t know. Hope this helps…
