Here we are Jonas
Never met, they say its so
Where is my comfort
To the bottle, here we go
Never mind what damage done
For now, peaceful thoughts will wait
Thorald Dominic Jonas was the only grandparent I never met, never knew. Although I always felt a deep connection with him. He was born in 1903 and died in 1949 at the age of 46, six years before I was born. He was my mother’s father but was absent much of her life.
There is so much I want to know about the man – his dreams, his struggles, his fears. I know he had at least two families. I know he was a barber in Kingston Jamaica. I’m guessing that he was very good at his craft. But I also know he was an alcoholic.
My mom told me he was a proud man, a respected man, and a feared man. She would say people would call out Ya Jonas! when she walked down the street with him as a little girl. The alcohol was a problem and Jonas was abusive when he drank. Luckily for my mom, she was never on the receiving end of the abuse. Unfortunately she was a witness..
On August 16, 1949 Thorald Jonas was found dead in a bar on 45 Charles Street in Kingston. He died of tuberculosis, undoubtedly linked to his alcoholism.
No we never met, they say its so, but I know your struggle..