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 […]
A quick one-night trip to Hluhluwe saw very good birding but Jess was disappointed as the animals were in hiding, possibly due to the big fire which burnt the first day and through the night. She’s spoilt, though, as she still saw twelve species, all good close-up views including an elephant where she immediately said […]
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 […]
Hereditary traits can be passed on so strongly. And then sometimes not at all.Take my daughter Jessie. In some ways she’s the spitting image of her Dear Dad: She’s kind, she’s funny, she’s thoughtful, she can crack me up with some of her observations on life. I love the way she teases me – gentle […]
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 […]
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 […]
One sane and sober adult and three girls. Yikes! Man, they were full of nonsense. And rude!? Ha! Ha! We played ‘I Spy’ and you can imagine what they were guessing for B and P and F and all. We laughed till the tears ran. I reminded them of the days we played with Tommy. […]
A drizzly day, not much to report. I was learning about the new little Canon pocket camera. Haven’t worked it out yet. When we got home I saw it took video all the time we thought we were just focusing for still shots! So aiming for this: We got this (except much longer): Also, I […]
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 […]
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 […]