1 A Girl Child in Wentley Plantation Like all children of decent parents in the village, Grace raise in the church. King James Version of the Holy Bible is the first book she ever see, the one book they read every day. Come evening, in their two-room barracks hut, they partake of whatever repast the Lord provide. After that, Ma, Pa, Gramps and the lot of them listen to the Word, first as read by a grown up, next as reread by one of the children that is sufficiently book-learned to cipher it out. At just past five years of age, Grace can unscramble the longest words, measuring the ancient Hebrew names like shak-shak music on her tongue."Then Nebuchadnezzar said, ''Praise be to the God of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego who has sent his angel and rescued his servants!'' " Grace pause and look around to collect the gentle encouraging nods of Ma, Pa, and Gramps, then she resume. " ''They trusted in him and defied the king''s command and were willing to give up their lives rather than serve or worship any god except their own God.'' " She lift up her eyes again, shut the Holy Book solemnly, and declare, "Here endeth this evening''s reading.
""Amen, Alleluia. Praise the Most High." So say Gramps. "For the Lord defendeth his people and will not see his faithful children to perish into neither pit, nor jail, nor trap set by the unrighteous defenders of Babylon who shall be cast out. Alleluia! Praise his Holy Name."Long life, white rum, and years of singing in the gospel choir give Gramps voice a deep, sweet sound. Sometimes, if rum recently oil Gramps throat, and he making argument on matters political or spiritual, that voice pour out like waters rushing on the river bottom over a million pebbles and make Grace shiver deep in her deepest insides. Gramps is forever talking about pit and jail and trap.
She wonder who ever put Gramps into a pit or a jail, a tall, strong man like him. She never consider a trap, for Gramps is a smart-smart man, and, so far as Grace could see, no trap in all the world clever enough to catch him. Gramps slap his hands on his knees after this proclamation and ease himself from his chair, and that is the sign that prayers is over and every man jack to bed. Bed is two coir mattresses shove together that Ma take time and extend as more and more children come. She cut down the side and sew on the extra ticking, and then she stuff in more coir and sew it up again. So the two mattresses now filling up most of the little space they calling a bedroom. Lumpy is true, but better than sleeping on the tough wood floor, and the sheets are spanking clean and no bug inside the mattresses to bite for they go out in the yard regular to get fierce beating and fiercer sun."All of you children finish homework?" That is Pa, every night.
"Yes, sir," say all but the littlest two who are sleeping already, Sammy on Ma''s lap and Princess, sucking her finger, propped up on cushions, head at rest on the table. "Going to put Simple Bible on that girl finger, make her stop sucking it," Ma say, "or her mouth going to mash.""No such thing as Simple Bible, Gwen," Gramps say. "How much time I tell you the thing name sempervivum? From Latin. Mean the plant always alive, hard to dead."Ma make a long kiss-teeth, and say to Gramps, "Mr. Carpenter, is nough things I got to member in the language I know. So forgive me if my recollection don''t stretch to take in a next one.
"Gramps shake his head, answer her with a suck-teeth of his own. "I look on the homework. Edgar and Stewie and the girls finish their assignment good enough, but Conrad like he need to settle down with them times tables. He know to do the sum, but he can''t get the answer for he don''t know the tables, and teacher say, do the sum, but don''t look on the tables.""Don''t know how that make sense," Pa observe. "How he can know to do the sum if he don''t know the tables? And how he to learn the tables if he don''t look on them?"Pa don''t say all that much, but he is kind to them. With his good left hand, he pat each one on the head, from Pansy, the biggest, right down, and say every night, "God bless, sleep tight, and bite back any bedbug that bite you," He don''t use the right hand so much, for the top two joints of the first two fingers are gone long ago, chop off by the teeth of a old threshing machine, and the third finger is almost all gone. When each child reach the stage of touching his hand, asking for the lost bits, Pa just shrug.
"Like the Holy Bible say, good thing come from bad, least that''s the way it is for all who fear the Lord." He wiggle the stumps, and whoever is sitting on his lap, laugh. "When the machine chop off my finger, boss man look quick for something my brain could do, for he don''t want to pay me the severance pay, and that is how I get the work I do today. You mark my words: Is a ill wind indeed that blow no good."25 March 1965 Dear little daughter,Today you turn five year old so you are a big girl now. Happy birtday!!! I hope you do something special today not so much ice cream and cake but maybe go to the river or the sea or the big waterfalls in Martin''s Bay. I remember a little one on the river that run through Grannie Vads place. It drop in a pool deep so my foot never reach bottom in some place.
Grandpa Mali try show me how to swim in that pool but I never learn good. I hope you get to know how to swim. I am learning now that I am a big somebody. I think is better you learn when you are little for I don''t too love put my head in the cold water I go to YWCA pool with all girls here. I will tell you when I can swim down the pool me one. Your birthday cheer me up for right now the world come like a sad place I don''t know what wrong with black people why they always turning on each other. Last month a man name Mr Malcolm X get kill by his own people some saying he was a troublemaker but if we kill everybody that make trouble then half of we who in the world wood be dead. This month some people was marching into a place name Selma with a man name Mr.
King and police mash up the march and treat the people like animal beat them up and put them in jail. I glad you growing in a country where everybody look like you. Plenty of our people is here in New York. At my school is eight of us from West indies I am the oldest one so they say I am dear mother. I tell them no is only one child I have and is you. Your loving mother, Phyllis"Well, it''s never stung me," Gramps say the day Grace ask him about the pretty purple-blue bubble lying on the sand at Richfield. It was the first day she put her eyes on so much water, big shining acres of it that blind her eyes as the truck emerge round a corner from the dark of the forest. "However, I know plenty people who it sting and make well-sick," Gramps continue.
He sound serious, like parson at a funeral.Gramps words taking their time to make meaning in her head, and as he talk, her hand is moving down to touch the shiny mauvish skin. "Stop, Gracie. Don''t touch that!" Gramps say, sharp like flint, and he walk over and scoop her up from the sand and hoist her round his neck, so she is a princess save by a prince who snatch her from danger and settle her high on his horse. Of course, Gramps is the prince and also the horse, and she laugh at that, but not so soft that Gramps don''t hear her, never mind the waves bashing the rocks."It''s not a laughing matter, Gracie." "Sorry, Gramps." She is a bit annoyed that Gramps stop her from just slightly touching the bladder, which is all she want to do.
"Gramps, I wasn''t going hurt it," she explain. "Only just pat it a little.""I want you to learn a lesson, Gracie. Two lessons. First, I would never stand in the way of your having any experience or testing out anything for yourself. Understand?" He is balancing on some crusty rocks, rough white stones that poke into the raging sea as if they daring it to lash them some more. Grace is thinking about his bare feet and wondering if the points in the rocks not hurting them. She know he waiting for an answer because he tilt his head up towards her, so she oblige.
"Yes, Gramps.""That is how you will learn new things, and learning and growing as a person are what you are here for. Correct?"She nod with plenty ups and downs."Second I want you to look good at that bubble. It is called a Portuguese man o'' war. It is as deadly as it is pretty, meaning that if you get stung by one of those trailing tails, it could kill you." Which is how the question about the stinging come up, to which Gramps reply that jellyfish never yet sting him. "You know anybody it kill, Gramps?" "Well, if you must have an answer, yes, I do, Gracie.
It was long ago, and I don''t like to recall it."He look so sad, she never ask him any more about it. Instead she turn her attention again to the sea, green-blue and then darker blue and darker, curving out like a hip until it meet the sky. Sitting up on his shoulders, she feel in charge of sea and sky and wind and all. She like that. With she and Gramps, no bad things would happen. Ever. She close her eyes and behold the bright redness in the dark behind her lids.
In a flash she dream a whole, entire dream. She see a big baby fish -- not any ordinary baby fish, but a good-size baby manatee like they learn about in school with a cat face and fine whiskers -- that is swimming in warm blue water clear as glass beside a big-big mother fish. They are dancing, twirling round and round, sometimes standing on their tails, and sometimes just lying back with their heads above the water. Then in a flash the water is dark and cold, and the little fish is alone, head twisting side to side searching for the big fish who is gone, just so!She open her eyes. Though the dream is flown away quick as it come, she is glad to find warm air all around her. They stay on the beach until midday, waiting for Lemuel. He is Gramps longtime friend. They pass by his house in the morning when they j.