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 (moreContinue reading “Childhood Trauma”

My Four (plus 2) Dusis

1972: I was obsessed with the Dusi Canoe Marathon and had been training for it. A lonely pursuit when you’re in the Free State and there’s no canoe club and few have even heard of such malligheid. Then my boat got stolen in December, so come January I hitch-hiked to PMB with schoolmate Jean RouxContinue reading “My Four (plus 2) Dusis”