One wall in the new kitchen in River Drive ca2002 had to be cobalt blue. I dunno why, mine is not to reason why. Aitch said it must be cobalt blue and so of course it was. So when the post-Aitch renovations happened ca2012 in Elston Place, there had to be some blue. I made […]
Already Tom’s memories are mainly The Legend of Mom, more than real memories. Jess remembers far more. So Tom had lots to say today about Mom. Jess was mainly quiet. As most years, Dizzi and Jon came round to clink a glass in your memory. Jess set a lovely formal table with flowers from the […]
What do you do? I ask the old soldier sitting in my chair. I’m a musician in the army band he says. Aha! Cool! What do you play? asks I. The Saxophone, he says. The best of all the instruments! I flatter. How long have you been a soldier? Not long, he says, I joined […]
Tom! You’re wearing Mom’s jersey of my Oklahoman home town! I exclaimed. True, said my man and posed for pictures. Aitch had visited my second hometown with great apprehension, then ended up falling in love with the place and the people!
Stefanus wrote about a new thing. I paraphrased his rant: What a bloody stupid idea. The ‘Key Fob’ or ‘Keyless Start’ or ‘Keyless Go’ or ‘Proximity Key’. I have always thought it was a stupid idea but I wasn’t sure why. Tonight I found out why. Our friend John gets home with his wife after […]
‘Please call the police; my friends are fighting and I’m very worried.’ The sound of a young woman’s voice early Saturday morning on my gate intercom. Luckily the intercom was in one of its working phases. They’d had a party, she said. Funny, I hadn’t heard anything. Sometimes the parties are really loud. I dialed […]
. . raised a whole lot of money for Udobo School. Udobo is a pre-school in Montclair for the special kids of Montclair. Udobo – the name is isiZulu for fishhook – needs to raise funds to keep going and Aitch’s unused ceramics helped. Anne Snyders of Udobo set her kids to painting them, varnished […]
I think my favourite Aitch Art piece hanging on our walls was the Pear Tree ceramic. I broke it. Oh well, we’re going to buy . . One box of wine Two packs of beer Three sticks of glue Seven . . . . dancing . . . . girls and hold a – Party-y […]
Just in case anyone was thinking Aitch only had Mom’s Day, I gotta tell ya – not at all! She had her birthday 6 January; She had her second birthday 6 July “‘cos it’s unfair my birthday is so close to Christmas, everyone used to give me one present, and my day was lost in […]
Jess picked the flowers, Tom did the braai. We had chops, ribs and wors with garlic bread, plus some fried beans and mushrooms. I had beer and vino. We raised a glass to Mom!
When Bella died we buried her in the garden under the copse of trees over the birdbath. Then Aitch died and we – well, “we”, read about that! – buried her ashes there too. Then Blackie the gundwane (gerbil) and Cheeky the other gundwane (hamster) followed. Then Janet and Trish’s dear old Dad Neil died […]
On our honeymoon in 1988 we visited good friend Larry Wingert. He’d been a Rotary exchange student to Harrismith in South Africa back in 1969-1970. We flew out of Lawton Oklahoma to Dallas/Fort Worth, on to Little Rock Arkansas, to Cincinatti and on to our destination: Akron, Ohio. on Friday 8 April. Larry’s friend Dave […]
When Aitch said ‘Come with me to Brasil’ in 1988 I shouted ‘Hell, yes!’ over my shoulder as I rushed off to a bookstore to buy a book on the birds of Brasil. There wasn’t one. I asked everywhere and searched everywhere, but no luck. Then I asked Hardy Wilson, who reached up to one […]
Aitch took me to Brasil. She had done well as usual in her sales for Scherag and so off we went. First a flight to Manaus in Amazonas province, then a long drive eastward along the Amazon River towards a lake just off the river, then by ferry to a pousada on Silves Island. We […]
My bird list book made by Aitch back in 1985, soon after we met. Every bird from Roberts handwritten – and done on the quiet so I only got to see the end result for my first xmas present from her! After that we birded in other countries in Africa. Also in the USA, Brasil, […]
Lemme confess that the first emotion when Sambucca the black labrador finally breathed her last was relief. The sadness and the memories came later. See, she grew a brain tumour and it grew and grew until it was about as big as her head. When the bump first started we knew it was the end […]