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Sunday, 18 July 2004
What in the world is a Jamaica?
Topic: CPE '04


I was invited to a Jamaica in the grand city of Idalou, TX. For you white guys and gals, that is pronounced like ha-my-ka. I didn't know what I was getting myself into, but accepted the invite to go with Fr. Peter, the priest chaplain at CMC. For those of you who want to know what a Jamaica is before I continue with my experience of it, I will tell you. If you don't want to know just now skip the next sentence and come back to it if you still are clueless. A Jamaica is basically a church festival/picnic that lasts all day and night pretty much. Okay, now for my experience. Idalou is about 9 miles east of Lubbock, so we are that much farther out in the middle of no where. We arrive at 2:00 to the already bumping Jamaica, which stared at about 12 noon. He fills in at the parish when the pastor is on vacation, which explains why we don't take three steps without someone walking up and talking to us. We walked from booth to booth seeing what they had to offer, primarily foodwise. Lucky me, most of the booths were selling food, from tamales and burritos to turkey legs and grilled corn-on-the-cob. Meanwhile, a Tejano band was playing and everyone was sitting under tents listening. Without the tents the people would have been baked to a crisp in two hours with the heat. I felt like I was at a Hispanic version of the Shirmporee, the parish picnic at my home parish in Palacios. The band situation was different though. A band would play a short set and then switch out with another band. This would go on until about 9:00pm. When I found this bit of information I started praying that we would not stay the whole time. I have never been to any church picnic that lasted more than three to four hours. I don't know how they do it, though I did also find out that the parish only has a Jamaica once every two years. Father and I stayed for the greater part of the evening. I tried to keep my head under the tents as much as possible because God has started taking my head sun screen away...that is my hair for those of you who didn't get it. I still ended up getting burned and had to gingerly wash my hair (that is the one left) for a week. I looked like the number 3 billiard ball. A main difference of this Jamaica and other church picnics down south is there was no auction. Of course there was a raffle. I think that is a pre-requisite for picnics. Anyway, that is the basis of my experience. I will go now because there is a band practicing VERY LOUDLY and my brain is being bombarded with noise with is hindering my thinking ability. Kind of like that book (1984) where a loud noise would sound in someone's ear to make him forget things. Well the snare drum is doing that to me...owe...owe...owe...owe. Got to...owe...ummmm can't remember...

Posted by Big Mike at 12:01 AM CDT
Updated: Friday, 3 September 2004 5:35 PM CDT
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