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remember if you will - forum is LIKE Gabriel's House and each thread a room - name it whatever start your own thread/room with a name - or don't / don't matter to me son ********************************************************* My room Rose Hall is very Jamaican with a warm breeze going through the room - flowering plants are rose and jasmine quotes for today: The secret of life is to appreciate the pleasure of being terribly, terribly deceived. Oscar Wilde, A Woman of No Importance, Act 3 I don't play accurately-any one can play accurately- but I play with wonderful expression. As far as the piano is concerned, sentiment is my forte. I keep science for Life. Oscar Wilde, Algernon from The Importance of Being Earnest When the gods wish to punish us, they answer our prayers. Oscar Wilde, An Ideal husband, 1893 Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast. Oscar Wilde, An Ideal Husband, 1893, Act I Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons. Oscar Wilde, De Profundis Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation. Oscar Wilde, De Profundis, 1905 Work is the curse of the drinking classes. Oscar Wilde, In Life of Oscar Wilde, H. Pearson breakfast on the balcony, a few friends already here - tea, oranges, crepes and watermelon with good strong Jamaican coffee

Johnny Cash - The Ballad Of Annie Palmer http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YOSU5WMkOpo ' Johnny Cash singin a song about Annie Palmer who lived in the Rose Hall Great House in Jamaica.

Wondering Where the Lions Are - Bruce Cockburn http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H4FEn-ZKdDg Bruce Cockburn Wondering Where The Lions Are Sun's up, uuh huh, looks okay the world survives into another day and i'm thinking about eternity some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me. I had another dream about lions at the door they weren't half as frightening as they were before but i'm thinking about eternity some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me. Walls windows trees, waves coming through you be in me and i'll be in you together in eternity some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me Up among the firs where it smells so sweet or down in the valley where the river used to be i got my mind on eternity some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me and i'm wondering where the lions are. i'm wondering where the lions are. Huge orange flying boat rises off a lake, thousand-year-old petroglyphs doing a double take, pointing a finger at eternity i'm sitting in the middle of this ecstasy Young men marching, helmets shining in the sun, polished as precise like the brain behind the gun (should be!) they got me thinking about eternity some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me and i'm wondering where the lions are. i'm wondering where the lions are. Freighters on the nod on the surface of the bay One of these days we're going to sail away, going to sail into eternity some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me and i'm wondering where the lions are. i'm wondering where the lions are

http://img232.imageshack.us/img232/7624/anniepalmer.jpg My sister and her husband stayed at Rose Hall - in the middle of the night she woke to find a green glowing figure standing beside her bed as she tried to wake her husband the figure melted away like candle wax. http://img341.imageshack.us/img341/9058/rosehallbedroom.jpg http://img714.imageshack.us/img714/8161/rosehallgreathouse.jpg History of Rose Hall Rose Hall was the greatest of homes in the West Indian Isles a couple hundred years ago. Located high above Montego Bay in Jamaica, it was the home of the Palmer family who made their fortune in sugar. The wealthy mansion was the host of many a classy ball, while slaves toiled in the Palmer's fields. Annie Palmer came to Rose Hall as a teen bride of John Rose Palmer. The marriage was not to last, as a nurse had taught Annie voodoo and witchcraft, even though Annie was a native of Ireland. Annie soon poisoned her husband after she was caught with her slave lover. Her lover sped up John Palmer's death by smothering him with apillow. Assuming control of the Rose Hall plantation, she was ruthless in her treatment of slave lovers and husbands; all of them dying early deaths. When she would grow tired of a slave lover, he would simply disappear. Annie Palmer was also known to gallop around the plantation whipping slaves who were unfortunate enough to be in her path. Annie's cruel reign as plantation mistress ended when the slaves gained revenge and eventually smothered her with a mattress, trampling the mattress on top of her body, so the body would have no marks on it. Soon afterward, ghost stories started popping up of apparitions appearing on the mansion's staircase. Guests were disturbed at night, and ghosts were seen on the property and road. With no one left to take over Rose Hall, it soon became a ruin. The last caretaker was found dead at the cellar landing. Rose Hall's ugly history surely would have provided enough trauma for hauntings to occur there. Mediums have visited Rose Hall to try and make contact with Annie Palmer over the years, but hopefully peace returned to the mansion after a wealthy American purchased and restored it to its former glory in the 1980's.