Tom and I were off to the Palmiet. Mom and Jess were out, so I asked Tom to leave them a note so they’d know wassup when they got back. Sure thing Dad! I see it on my way out. It says “we have gone.” I say, Tom, tell them a bit more than that, […]
Went to the farm for boxing day as ninety-year-old Mom had suffered three or four TIA’s starting early xmas morning. Very distressing. Couldn’t remember if she’d had xmas or not and could not at all remember opening pressies with the great grandkids. She recovered well and was fine later, but weak – and often worried […]
When you’re twenty two months old you can venture off north into neighbouring African countries in a kombi as long as you’re prepared and have the right companions. Like Stripey. He’s unflappable and always smiling. And your Mom. She’s the best for food, clothes, warmth, that sort of stuff. and your sis and your Dad […]
If I have to be an adult, I want to be a childish one like my dad. quote by ‘Shannon Evens’ – haven’t been able to find out who she or he is yet, but I like her or his thinking.
Jess did it all herself; drew up lists, hired lights, organised a DJ who brought her own equipment; we bought some stuff; we bought booze. Jess invited a few good friends round, and so did I. The adults came early, we had a slide show on Jess from the early days. I was being a […]
She’s Twenty One Today! My lil Jess turned 21. I don’t know how that happened. One minute she arrived, aged two and two days: the next she took over our home: and here she is, a fully grown woman! Let’s plot a few milestones to remind ourselves of the journey of my lovely best daughter […]
Raksha Singh had a magnificent full Hindu wedding, and me and Jess were invited! I did a bit of homework as the only other one I’d attended was probably fifteen years ago: Marriages are made in heaven. Once you are married, the bond is to last for seven lifetimes. Hindu weddings can be long, and […]
When we bought a house, but were still living in our flat in Durban, Dave and Goldie Hill presented us with a magic little feisty puppy, half Staffie half Jack Russell, delivered in a shoebox. We called her TC. She was joined soon after we moved in to our home in Westville by my big […]
My ole man complains his doc doesn’t even try to help him. “He always just says ‘It’s cos you’re old’ ‘Dis die ouderdom.’ Any problem, there’s no attempt at fixing or understanding – just ‘Hey, you’re old.’” Now I really empathise with people wanting to be heard; I think every effort should be made to […]
Dad, says seven-yr-old Tom, I’m tired of the 5km and 10km races with Mom. I wanna go on a longer race with you, please. So we enter the 18km race starting at the Eston country club and meandering thru Tala game reserve. Days before, it starts raining; and it rains; and there’s mud – A […]
Mfolosi again. Just one night with three twenty year old lasses, Jess, Tarryn & Jordie. On the way one of my pet theories got a bit of backing evidence! When birding by car, I say, ‘Stop anywhere: There will almost always be some birds around’. Busting for a leak I stopped under a bridge on […]
. . . he’s our brother . . . . . and look at him now!
Dad I want to get a tattoo. Aaaargh! I shrieked in my head but “O-ka-ay” I said out loud, all calm-like, “Have you thought about it?” Oh yes, lots. “OK. What’s a tattoo? Is it safe? How much does it cost? Does it hurt? Who would do it? Have you got enough money? etc” Oh, […]
When we grew up outside Harrismith ca 1959 we couldn’t use the lounge. The lounge was filled edge-to-edge by an upside-down speedboat. The old man built his first speedboat in this lounge, shown below many decades later: Younger sis Sheila, in the picture with Mom & Dad, says he also built that fireplace. Then, after […]
Back in 2005 our kids were quietly acquiring wisdom and knowledge (and singing and dancing skills) from an impeccable source – me – when they received a setback: A weekend visit from the Brauer at 10 Windsor Avenue. Old Pete visited. Luckily with Terry. The bribery started immediately: It took effect: Precariously, reluctantly, ominously (more […]
. . were delightful. But they were all chaperoned by big ugly old males: Oh well, I made the most of it by looking for Vrystaat poppies. At least some of them were unaccompanied: And the local birds were also obliging: Saturday Supper was delicious. Cafe Chocolat hidden in a massive pile of priceless collectibles: […]