A young boy with short hair, wearing a gray sweatshirt and light-colored pants, sitting on wooden stairs, smiling at the camera, with a person in black shoes and stockings walking in the background.
Like many West Indian families seeking a better life, my parents came to Canada in the late 1970s and built a home in Toronto. Though my sister and I were born here, the sounds, flavours, and spirit of the Caribbean were always alive in our household.
For my father, the hills of Saint Andrew, Jamaica—his birthplace—were a constant anchor. The name Red Hills became a symbol of family, identity, and the roots that ground us.
An elderly man with gray hair and beard and a young girl with dark hair are sitting at a table, looking at a pink boxed toy car set.
Red Hills Creamery is a love letter from Canada to Jamaica, celebrating Caribbean excellence through flavours that connect generations. It’s made for friends, families, and lovers to share in moments of joy and togetherness.
A man and a boy standing in front of a red brick wall. The man is dressed in a light-colored suit with a patterned tie, and the boy is wearing a black tuxedo with a bowtie, arms crossed.
A woman and a boy standing outdoors in a parking lot, with cars and trees in the background. The boy is holding a trophy.