Memoirs of My Life: From the Pit to the Palace, I Have a Reason to Praise God

By Dr. Rose Marie Solomon

Today, nearly 50 years later, Dr. Solomon is a gifted Pastor,entrepreneur, radio and television personality, songwriter, wifeof Mr. Frankie Solomon for over 25 years, and mother of three adult children; Chevon who is a RN and Vice President of the Rose Training Institute, Vernet who is in school for the RN program, and Durell who is soon to be a college graduate. She is also the proud grandmother of three beautiful grandchildren; Makayla, Isaiah, Janaya.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Aug 24, 2011
• ISBN: 9781463436414

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© 2011 by Dr. Rose Marie Solomon. All rights reserved.

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First published by AuthorHouse 09/23/2011

ISBN: 978-1-4634-3642-1 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4634-3641-4 (ebk)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2011911939

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 1

JUST THE BEGINNING

My name is Rose Marie Yvonne Phillip Solomon. On May 26, 1960, I was born in Montego Bay, Jamaica to Mr. & Mrs. Vivian and Evelyn Phillip in a town called Grandville. I was born on the top of a hill in a one room home where my mother and father were living along with my brother Donavon and my sister Marie. I am the third child of 8 children born in Jamaica where we did not have much money and food, but I always had a praying mother. My mother gave birth to 6 girls, 2 boys and 1 adopted son. My mother taught us how to pray and to have faith. She also taught us how to love and to give of ourselves unconditionally. Although mother did not have much money and food, she had a loving and gracious heart because she always helped people even if it meant giving up everything. She was truly a woman after Gods own heart.

At the age of two my mother became pregnant with my sister Marline which forced us to move from Montego Bay, Jamaica to the town of Cambridge, Jamaica where we lived in a two room house. I cannot stress enough how hard things were on my family growing up, but my parents never gave up and kept moving forward. Back then my mother was a housekeeper making one pound a week (in Jamaican currency) which back then a pound was equivalent to 25 cents in US dollars. My father was a very skillful Carpenter making very little money to support the family, but he made every wage count. Things were so hard for us that my mother had to move in with my grandmother in Kingston, Jamaica along with me and my four siblings. Living with my grandmother was not easy because she believed in the Rastafarian movement which made it very difficult for her and my mother to get along because of their difference in beliefs. However, this did not detour my mother’s faith in the Lord Jesus Christ (Yahshua) as she was a strong prayer warrior and refused to give in to the Rastafarian way of life. For me, it was very difficult to listen to my grandmother fussing at my mother because it would always hurt my heart to see my mother cry. However, despite the pain this would bring to my mother she would still gather her children and pray and believed for my grandmother’s salvation. My mother was not the type of woman to disagree with her mother because she always wanted to demonstrate a good example for her children to see and follow. In spite, of the difficulties that my mother went through with my grandmother she continued to take us with her to the House of God (Yahweh) to worship every Sabbath. She believed that God (Father Yahweh) would one day take her out of her situation to give us a better way of living. She always held on to this belief without wavering.

My father was a provider and the bread winner for the family. Although he did not have great faith like my mother, he still loved and supported the family in making sure that are physical needs were taken care of although he did not support my mother in her faith. He would sometimes complain and tell my mother that she went to church too much, but my mother did not let that stop her because she would still continue to go to church. Despite it all my father was still a wonderful father.

As the journey begins again my grandmother had many goats and my job every morning before I went to school was to take 25 or more goats to the field to feed them. Sometimes going down the street they would drag me down the street and I had to run behind them. I would have to make sure all the goats were fed and made sure that I brought them all back from the field which was very difficult for me sometimes. I would feel ashamed whenever my school mates saw me tending to the goats because they would see me sitting with the goats or feeding the goats in the field. But this was ok for me because I continued to get up every morning to take care of the goats and sometimes I