Sorry - no posts for a while. Been having a spell of what Winston Churchill called his 'Black Dog.' Some good company, good music and a pinch of prozac will do wonders.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Sorry - no posts for a while. Been having a spell of what Winston Churchill called his 'Black Dog.' Some good company, good music and a pinch of prozac will do wonders.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Duplicity
The flyer on the table was a copy of a dictionary page with the word Duplicity ringed. This, no doubt, was to ensure that we all got the meaning of the word. A ploy often used in movies these days so that audiences who are second-language users of English, such as Americans, understand titles such as ‘Brassed Off’. Anyway those at my table were curious about this until we were urged to buy a copy of Richard Walne’s latest CD called – yes – Duplicity.
‘I wonder why he’s called it that?’ mused the lady to my right. ‘He’s a strange dude’ said the bearded, beaded, balding and stringy haired aging hippy type opposite being unaware that he had become irony personified. ‘True Bru’ said the student at the head of table wiping the last swig of Black Label from his lips. ‘The beer or Richard?’ I pondered…….but to business!
We, and many others, were at the Jazz Centre at
But the concert never really ‘took off’ with the music – good that it was – too much of a muchness. This was until the encore where the melancholia seemed to vanish and they really swung sounding something like Stefan Grappelli at the Durban City Hall 30 years ago.
Then on the way out the penny eventually dropped; I think the main man is having women problems and therefore the title of the CD and the ‘my women has done me wrong’ type songs. Never mind Richard, it happens to all full spirited types’ You’ll get over it – perhaps it will take years or maybe all it will cost is a headache for a week. But it can, and does, inspire good music.
Duplicity is possessed by many but the CD can now be bought at local outlets.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Do You remember Ralph?
In her book ‘Frankie & Stankie’ Barbara Trapido mentions ‘Ralph’.....‘who was at
Ms Trapido’s book describes ‘growing-up’ on the
I first became aware of Ralph when I ran the Junior Cross-Country race at
Ralph had been part of the
As mentioned earlier Ralph was a keen member of the Cubs. He was very proud of this but even more so when he eventually passed all his tests and became a Scout. He arrived at a match at Glenwood decked out in his full uniform very proudly wearing all his badges to show his enhanced status.
Poor dear harmless Ralph! You are a part of the collective memory of hundreds of DHS and Glenwood boys who remember you with fondness. Oh how your parents must have worried and suffered anguish over you.
Ralph was eventually knocked off his bicycle by a motor car in
Sunday, August 06, 2006
The
Living or lived in
If so then this Blog is interested in your memories and experiences. Why not jot them down and e-mail them to ryall@iname.com. We would love to publish them and share them with others who have enjoyed (or not) the Durban Experience.
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Thursday, August 03, 2006
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Tuesday, August 01, 2006
The Archive of the Common People
Looking about my office I have suddenly realised that there are a number of shoeboxes on my shelves – six to be exact. I also know there are countless others about the house; on shelves, in cupboards, under beds or stacked in the garage.
None are empty. They contain a multitude of items that have been put away for safekeeping. They’re such a convenient size and the lid gives easy access for quick inspection or to retrieve some item……usually accompanied by an exclamation of ‘Found the bloody thing – I knew I had put it somewhere safe!’
Being made of cardboard shoe boxes are not the safest place to keep things. Yet they are entrusted to hold all manner of items; photographs, accounts, balls of string, memory items from our own and our children’s youth, wills, ante-nuptial contracts, grandma’s love letters, baby teeth, spare dentures, nuts and bolts, old toothbrushes, a box of gramophone needles and other things we are loathe to part with.
Many of these shoe box treasures chronicle the lives of our family members. Documents relating to a Great-Great Grandfather’s journey to
Our history and our treasures are kept in thousands of shoe boxes in homes spread throughout the land. Oh what invaluable records must get thrown away when the next generation arrives to ‘clean up the Old People’s place’ once they have been consigned to the local ‘Shady Pines’ where space is limited and they have to be parted from their earthly possessions.
The humble shoe box found dust-covered at the bottom of the wardrobe should be treated as an archaeological treasure or time capsule. Open it with care and examine the contents with reverence for they were considered important enough to store for the future.
The shoe box is indeed the archive of the common people.