Irene Agatha Mitchell
“Aunt Irene,” to her nieces and nephews. Irene to other family members, her friends, and neighbors, from her birth district Newport, in the parish of Manchester, Jamaica.
Miss ‘Gatha,’ to some people who came to know her later in life, including some of her grandchildren, In-laws, friends, and neighbors, whilst she was living in Kingston Jamaica.
“Mama,” to us grandchildren whom she had grown, nurtured, and so lovingly cared for our parents, her beloved sons and daughter. She had two sons – David and Basil – and one daughter, Gloria.
Mama’s Background
Mama came from a very poor background. Her father passed away whilst she and her siblings were still quite young, from an industrial accident at his workplace, leaving her mother alone with the task of bringing up all five children – four girls and one boy. They were Agatha, Claris, Olga, Josephine, and Alan. Her father, being the main bread winner, of an already fragile family, their lives was then completely thrown into abject poverty. They struggled for a long time. Some help came from other family members, but at the expensive cost of giving up most of their lands for food.
Mama took the mammoth task and risk, by going to Kingston, (despite not knowing anyone there), seeking work to help support her mom and siblings – being the eldest child. In mama’s own words, “Things were very tough.”
After arriving in Kingston, she eventually got a job as a domestic helper with a family. She was physically beaten and verbally abused, by her employers, because she could not cope with the job – being from the country with not much housekeeping experience.
Her determination and resilience to succeed, gave her much comfort and strength to continue. She took everything within her strides and eventually became a “domestic goddess,” as her children, grandchildren, relatives, friends, and neighbors can attest to.
Mama was excellent in and with everything she did – even as a “seller.” She would buy and sell fresh fruits, vegetables, and root crops within the neighborhood, even traveling to other areas going from door to door selling her produce. Whatever resources she had – she would share with her family, friends, and neighbors.
Being the first to break the cycle of poverty within her family, she began taking great care of her mother, her children, and siblings. She sent for her sisters, her two sons, her nieces, and nephews from Manchester. Even some of the neighbors’ children took the opportunity to follow the clan to Kingston seeking a better life in the city. Mama cared for them all – with very limited resources and living space.
With most unable to read nor write, mama sent them to “night school for adults,” where they learnt not only to read and write, but also trades that inspires them. Some became police officers, cabinet makers, dressmakers, government bus drivers, painters, decorators, excellent domestic workers, to say the least, as most went on to achieve far more in life for themselves and their families.
Mama was a very warm, welcoming, approachable, and peaceful woman. Always the “pacifier” in family disputes. Even the neighbors went to her for help to solve their disputes. She was well loved and respected by all.
Mama saw and loved every child in the neighborhood as her own. She never differentiates her love, affection, and care between us her grandchildren from those of the neighbors.
Her Motto, “Treat others the way you would like to be treated.”
A virtuous woman – who can find? Her price is far above Rubies. (Proverbs: 31 verse 10).
By Dawn Stewart
Grand Child
My earliest recollections of my dad are warm but punctuated by memories of the tumultuous relationship between he and my darling dear mom. They must have met sometime, I assume, in
1962-1963. He was a corporal in the Jamaica Constabulary Force; a police officer and she a new arrival to Kingston Jamaica by way of Balaclava St. Elizabeth. He would have been about 33 years old, and she must have been about 18 years. I arrived in the world in January 1964. My Brother Christopher in 1966.
I have powerful memories of at least one argument where little Neville had to intervene in a physical confrontation between, he and my mom. My weapon of choice was a broom. I was not a match for my dad. I will not say much more here. Suffice it to say that my dad was a charmer and my mom, a looker.
I remember us living in several different areas in Kingston. Dad was not only a policeman but also an excellent carpenter. I had many trips to Harman Barracks in Vineyard Town as a child, where he was known simply as Mitchie. There were trips to Caymanas Park, the horse racing track where dad was charged with guardian the day’s receipts. To this day I remember the 1973 Jamaica Derby. Dad did not take us but asked me to pick a horse for him. I would pick King Pin ridden by George Hosang. I listened intently on the radio to the race. Of course, I was a neophyte and only 9 years old. King Pin did win the Derby, but dad did not put any money on the horse. I remember being disappointed.
I also remember his taking my brother and I, sometimes together sometimes separately, on the mail truck from Kingston to all parts of Jamaica. That was one of his duties as a Police officer- guarding the mail. These memories of my dad sustain me to this day. They imbued in me what real policing and police look like.
God blessed Rosetta Hooker with threescore years and twelve and I will be forever grateful that God showed her grace and mercy and allowed her to live those years.
Mom was a strong, kind and generous person. She went home to be with the Lord on Sunday, November 27, 2016. Her strength shone through her short but courageous battle with cancer. Through good days and bad whilst being treated she remained strong and never wanted attention focused on her disease. She urged us to continue on with our lives, being more concerned with how we were doing and encouraged us to be loving to each other.
Rosetta Hooker was born on July 13, 1944 in Auchtembeddie, Jamaica, West Indies to Mr.Dilon Augustus Hooker and Jospephine Amanda Hooker (Jesse). She emigrated to the United States in 1969. She pursued a career in the health care industry. Her health care career started at the Little Sisters of the Poor, Jeanne Jugan Residence as a caregiver. She was very passionate and treated all her patients with compassion, kindness and respect. She loved her profession and did it well, with honesty and integrity. She believed in working hard and eventually ended up working two full time jobs for many years.
One of our Mother’s great concern, was keeping her children safe and makin sure that we received a quality education. She was very proud of our accomplishments.
To: GRANDMA KITTY
