Umvoti Villa Xmas

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 […]

Stripey Overboard!

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 […]

Jessie’s 21st Party

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 […]

Jessica turns 21

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 […]

A Splendid Wedding

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 […]

A Dog’s Life

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 […]

It’s Just Cos You’re Old

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 […]

A Muddy Slog

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 […]

A Quickie

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 […]

Build-A-Boat

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 […]

Childhood Trauma

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 […]

The Cherries in Ficksburg . .

. . 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: […]