“I remember as a child in Jamaica the elders would gather around, especially on a full moon night, singing songs and tell stories to all the children”
Janet was born in April, of 1966 in the parish of St. Catherine in the talent factory of Jamaica. Janet’s mother, like most Caribbean mothers, left Janet and her brother with their grandparents in Jamaica to pursue a better life abroad. This decision would shape Janet’s story and her relationship with words.
“I still have vivid memories of living with my grandparents. My papa was a fisherman and my Granny rode her bicycle selling the fish Papa caught to residents in the neighbouring communities. The best part of living with Papa and Granny was story time. Storytelling was our nightly ritual, and for me it was even more special on the nights when the moon was full. Papa would send to call the children in the neighbourhood; their parents, grandparents, aunts, and uncles would also come along. Papa started all the stories with “cry cry baby, moon shine darling take off your shoe and go to your bed.” The stories were magical, funny and sometimes scary, yet I enjoyed all of them. I would enter the world of those stories, get lost in my imagination and indulge my curiosty. At the end of story time the children would look up at the moon and yell out “I can see the face in the moon!”