Lockdown Lookback – 6

This lookback to 1972 came about because of a photo from 1967 which triggered memories! First the old photo, sent by Mariette who got it from Janetta – both of them feature. Taken in the Drakensberg on a weekend to beautiful Thendele above Royal Natal National Park. One memory led to another and then weContinue reading “Lockdown Lookback – 6”

Lockdown Lookback -3

Another random re-post from way back called: “Uh, Correction, Mrs Bedford!” from my pre-marriage blog vrystaatconfessions.com – chosen as I was recently sent 48yr-old evidence by a classmate! In 1969 a bunch of us were taken to Durban to watch a rugby test match – Springboks against the Australian Wallabies. “Our” Tommy Bedford was captainContinue reading “Lockdown Lookback -3”

Careful Where You Step!

Recording and reminiscing; with occasional bokdrols of wisdom. Possibly. Random, un-chronological memories after marriage, children and sundry other catastrophes. My pre-marriage blog is vrystaatconfessions.com. Bachelorhood! Beer! River trips! Beer! bokdrols – like pearls, but handle with care

Our Special Road

The little uns in our cul de sac from a while ago are big now, and new little ones are making their presence felt! Thabiso (Tabs) and Andile are big now – all senior primary school longs, shirts and ties; while little Lisa heads off for her first day of ‘Big School’ (pre-school)!! Michael –Continue reading “Our Special Road”

Aitch’s Unused Ceramics

. . 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, varnishedContinue reading “Aitch’s Unused Ceramics”

Jammin’ and Draggin’ Main

Rob & Jay were in my senior class in ’73; Jim & Donny were a year or so below. We used to jam in the garage and in Rob’s bedroom; I was an onlooker, really! I learnt one riff on the guitar which I believe I can still play . . Forty years on andContinue reading “Jammin’ and Draggin’ Main”

PBHS Complaint

We’re hosting a young man from Pretoria Boys High in the 2015 rugby season. One of the u/14 rugby squad on tour to KZN to get their asses whipped by Westville Boys High. I feed them steaks (they ‘have to eat steak Dad, they’re rugby players’) and send them to bed early – the gameContinue reading “PBHS Complaint”

Our First Soccer Tournament

At five years old Tom was mad keen on soccer. His first tournament in Westville North was cause for great excitement. His team wore orange bibs and tackies and he played everywhere on the field and in the goals. Which he didn’t like. Boring, Dad. He preferred the role of full-field chaser: Champion Soccer MomContinue reading “Our First Soccer Tournament”

Green Cheese

A well-known tactic of the name-remembering incompetent is to use one ‘name’ for everyone when you can’t remember their names. In the sixties Uncle Jack Kemp used to call everyone ‘Cock’. ‘Hello Cock!’ he’d say and you could see his mind racing: Just WHO is this again? I mean, I know him but what’s hisContinue reading “Green Cheese”

A’s and Oy!s

You’ve heard all those “Rich People’s Problems” jokes? Today (this was in 2016) I heard a big “Indian People’s Problem”. Went to Italtile to fetch yet another farking expensive something or other. This time tile mosaic for Tom’s shower floor. R990 just to cut it – tile price excluded. So my saleslady says “How’s Tommy?”Continue reading “A’s and Oy!s”

Accurate Reporting

In the 2016 rugby season I wrote: Affies came to Westville this past weekend and SLAUGHTERED us. I don’t think we won a single rugger match. Our firsts lost 65-0. Today the local free rag arrived and I caught a glimpse of the sport heading and did a double-take: “Westville slays Pretoria giant” Turns outContinue reading “Accurate Reporting”

Africa’s Great Wild Places

When I left Specsavers in 2000 the lovely team I worked with gave me a perfect farewell gift: A book by Chris and Tilde Stuart: ‘Africa’s Great Wild Places.’ Right up my alley. If the Stuarts think these places are special you can bet they are. They have been all over Africa and they don’tContinue reading “Africa’s Great Wild Places”

Lost Talent

I’ve lost my beautiful singing voice! All of a sudden even I don’t think I sing wonderfully anymore! The kids have never thought so, philistines, and will ask me after the opening bar “Please don’t sing, Dad”. In fact I’ve used it as a weapon: “Want me to sing to you?” sometimes gets them toContinue reading “Lost Talent”

81 years of Matric

1938 – Dad – Maritzburg College, Pietermaritzburg. 1972 – Me – Harrismith se Hoerskool, Vrystaat. 1975 – Aitch at Muizenberg High – head girl! 2016 – My Jessie – Wendon Academy, Westville, KwaZuluNatal. 2019 – My Tommy – home schooling – did the GED course From steam power to cellphone power! ~~~oo0oo~~~

Islamic Fundamentals

When Aitch died it was two Muslim Moms that stepped forward and calmly and without fuss saved my butt. They re-organised their lift club to include me and kept me informed of what was happening at school. I did the morning ‘deliver’ school run every third week, while they shared the afternoon ‘fetch’ school runContinue reading “Islamic Fundamentals”

Soccer Star, Almost

Tomaldinho! I was seeing dollars sign$ I was going to sign him up with Amazulu in Durban – No Dad!! PSG in Paris!! Oh. My bad. I need new boots, Dad! Lime green ones. But then suddenly it was rugby. RUGBY Dad! I need new boots. You can’t play rugby in soccer boots, Dad! I’mContinue reading “Soccer Star, Almost”