Fifty years ago George Harrison wrote one of the best songs ever written while walking round Eric Clapton’s garden in England. ~~~~~ooo000ooo~~~~~ And here’s George’s best song in later life: 1988
Dad: “Victor Simmonds was a lovely chap and a very good artist. He was a little man, grey, a lot older than me. What? How old? Well, I was probably 35 then and he was grey. He was probably 50. He lodged with Ruth Wright on the plot next door to ours, Glen Khyber. I […]
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 […]
Off to the ‘Berg with the kids. To a hotel! A real hotel! The Cavern in the foothills of the Drakensberg. At last their Dad listened and took them somewhere they didn’t have to cook and clean! (This was back in 2012). They loved it. Especially once they worked out one of the secrets of […]
Even if we live to be a hundred, the first twenty five years are ‘the longest half’ of our lives. They appear so while they are passing; they seem to have been so as we look back on them; and they take up more room in our memories than all the years that succeed them. […]
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 […]
Its ongoing. There’s even less stuff there, but some stuff is going to have to be pried from his tight reluctant fingers, maybe? The awl and the hand drill brace were Oupa’s in Boom street in PMB. The screwdriver and needle-nose pliers on the right were issued to Dad by the General Post Office when […]
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!
Epilogue Hats off to Alan Turing and his memory and his legacy. We call ourselves civilised but we commit heinous crimes against those who serve humanity well and decently and beyond the call of duty. We have made some progress on the LGBTQ front but we are still far from achieving the right to call ourselves civilised. […]
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 […]
The old man has finally taken the momentous decision – after much kicking for touch, procrastination and setting obstacles in the way – to sell their house in Pietermaritzburg, home for the last (?) fourteen years, and – a way harder decision – sell his whole workshop; Machines, stacks of wood, hand power tools, hand […]
You ous better watch out for my daughter Judo Jess! She’ll gooi you one shot! Jess giving a mere guy what-for back in 2009. See how mean she looks in the top picture! ——-ooo000ooo——- Here’s how she usually looks, I have to confess:
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!
Jess joined her great friend Sindi Angelos last night to celebrate Sindi’s birthday. Here’s Sindi in yellow, Jess in pink with Tom down at Gayle’s Hibberdene beach cottage in the olden days: The jol was just up our road at Jalapeno’s, popular after-work dop joint. Jess walked home after a few hours. When she next […]