Random thoughts of a happy brain damaged ex actress… Me!
My Mum sang as she danced. “One, two, three, one two three, one two three….” She glided across the lawn waving a handkerchief in her hand. “And now, you take the handkie…” A Blue Crane was dancing with Mum! She delicately plucked the handkerchief from Mum’s hand as they continued their dance. My Mother sang
My parents ‘had a farm in Africa at the foot of the….’ Outeniqua Mountains! I look at photographs from that time and I smile. These were city people who began farming. They farmed hops, tangerines, sheep and cattle. And they ended up with a menagerie of all kinds of pets. Foxy was a black and
“If you caught a glimpse of Heaven, would you choose to come back to life?” Judy Bachrach We all have one thing in common. We die. When I had my accident, I should have died. Fortunately however, I defied the odds and survived. But, as with all of us, death will finally claim me. And
In the past, on every girls wedding present list was a famed dinner service – Wedgwood, Crown Derby, Minton, to name but a few. This treasured wedding present was then brought from the depths of sideboards and into use on high days and holidays. It was far too expensive to be used every day. God
There are so many differing worlds within our world. There is the world on ground. The world from above. The world beneath the water. I will tell you how I explored the world in so many different ways while I was on holiday in the Caribbean. I had met Guy when he came to South
I had a brainwave! My friend, B, was going up to Johannesburg on the 14th because her flight departed from O.R. Tambo Airport on the 15th. Why not fly up to Jo’burg with her and then go to the Naledi Awards that evening? The Naledi Awards are the Johannesburg theatre awards held in Gold Reef
At long last the buses have arrived in George! Due to a nasty fall, when her femur was fractured, my Mum is still unable to drive. My friend, B, has gone back to England and so I am now without a lift. But…joy of joys, the bus service has just begun in George. I went
If it wasn’t for Bart Fouche I wouldn’t be alive! As the understudy in Camelot, I was called upon to take over the role of Guinevere without a dress or a technical rehearsal. Whilst on stage disaster struck and I fell eighteen metres down an unguarded lift shaft into the bowels of the State Theatre, Pretoria.
Why is it that no matter how old we are, we still refer to our teachers by their surname?! Thirty-five years after leaving my school, Brescia House, I met up with my old sports teacher, Ms Hillcoat. She told me her Christian name was Heather, Heather Hillcoat. Do you have any idea how difficult it
A long time ago in ’67 A little boy was roaming on the beach, When all of a sudden he heard a plaintive cry, So near yet so far out of reach. He looked behind a rock so tall and there before his eyes Was an oil soaked seagull lying there, Windswept with pain in
