Writer Published on August 1, 2013

   “Smile the while And while you smile Another smile smiles And after a while There are miles of smiles And life’s worthwhile Because you smiled.”   My Gran wrote that for me when I was nine years old. When I think of her, I smile. She was that kind of person. Thinking back on

Writer Published on July 27, 2013

I would like to share this video that I have made recently. I have been spastic for over 23 years as a result of my accident. My right hand has been pretty useless throughout this period. Karin, my Occupational Therapist, who has actually been working on my broken left finger (as a result of the

Writer Published on July 24, 2013

My time in England is drawing to a close. How the time has flown by! Looking back over my stay, these are some of the things that I really love about England. –       Like Eva Cassidy, I love the Fields of Gold in England! The bright red poppies sparkling amidst golden fields

Writer Published on July 19, 2013

I have been to beautiful Manor Houses like Blickling Hall, Hampton Court and Windsor Castle. This time while in England I visited Chatsworth House. It was stupendous inside. But I had seen it all before. Sumptuous rooms magnificently draped. Antiques so splendid that they didn’t seem real to me. How I wished Mum was with

Writer Published on July 14, 2013

I strolled along the beach one evening. One evening before my accident. The light on the beach will remain etched in my memory. Silvery clear and other worldly. The beach stretched ahead like a long tunnel. Far in the distance was a dark shape which, as I got closer, transformed itself into a small child.

Writer Published on July 9, 2013

Leaving for England this year was fraught with the problems caused by my broken hands. But last year was just as exciting! I was due to fly from Cape Town to England early in June. I travelled to Cape Town a week before my departure date so that I could spend time with my sister,

Writer Published on July 4, 2013

Let me tell you about B. I was chatting to some friends at a dinner party when suddenly I was tapped on the back. I turned to this petite, pixie haired woman. In fact, she was a tiny elf with dancing, crinkly eyes that met my stare quite openly. Then she spoke. Hell, I would

Writer Published on June 30, 2013

Janet Suzman, (now Dame Janet Suzman!) the international actress and director directed us in Othello. I played Bianca, the whore. At the time I was still a virgin. A virgin playing a whore! Tell me if that’s not good acting, huh? Othello was an incredible experience with John Kani playing Othello and Richard Haines, Iago.

Writer Published on June 26, 2013

I gave a talk at Fancourt. I was sitting on the verandah talking to Mum and Dad afterwards, when one of the delegates from the conference came and crouched down by my chair. She had obviously been crying. “Gaynor,  many years ago my husband was a paramedic working in Pretoria. I was with him in

Writer Published on June 21, 2013

1963 I began wailing as my Mother swung me up and out the bath. “No, Mummy, no! Bath needs me!” My Mum laughed as she began towelling her two year old dry. “And I need you to put on your pyjamas. Then you can have your favourite supper –  boiled egg and soldiers. After supper

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