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Category Archives: racial development
VILLAGE LIFE
Late 2010: I heard that one of our “fellow” white residents, a cantankerous bachelor who lived 2 blocks from Sheila, had been going around swearing at random locals because of the break-in he suffered recently. This included even the folk … Continue reading
A Novel of a Road-Rage Decision.
I thought, after a really nasty attitude by a traffic cop roadblock, that I might just understand the ultimate road rage of losing it completely and blowing them away. That action which would send one’s life to hell because of … Continue reading
de la Rey, de la Rey
Our new home was 10 Rose Street, Uniondale. The Boers called it Rose Straat, rose being the Afrikaans for roses, when it was in honour of British Field Marshall Hugh Henry Rose, 1st Baron Strathnairn,GCB, GCSI, PC (6 April 1801 – 16 … Continue reading
The Big Onion.
Leaving Botswana in 2004, we established ourselves in Uniondale, Western Cape, South Africa. Despite its English sounding name, Uniondale turned out neither to be English nor unified. It didn’t take too long to peel back some of the layers. This … Continue reading
Posted in racial development, Shaping a writer, South Africa
Tagged Lyonville RSA, Uniondale welcome
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Pressure Builds
One of Sheila’s cows fell ill with mastitis (Staphylococcus aureus), which should be easily treatable with penicillin, but it evolved into blue udder and gas gangrene, which the new vet, Gordon Strick, told us was often a fatal disease. He … Continue reading
Posted in Phenomena, racial development, Shaping a writer, South Africa
Tagged South African Political unrest 1991
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The Militant Nurse
1990, after the fall of the Berlin Wall, saw the inevitability of the re-unification of Germany, as Communism failed with the bankruptcy of Russia. Exciting times, indeed, on top of our own South African political metamorphosis. At St. Vincent’s Hospital … Continue reading
Posted in Backgrounds, racial development, Shaping a writer, South Africa
Tagged ANC, Jimmy Johnson, Robert Persig, Sister De Potter
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Dunlop Necklaces – 1990.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch. On our little farm, we put a dairy room next to the milking parlour and roofed the section between that and the old wooden kitchen, which was now a workshop that housed the Wolseley power-paraffin … Continue reading
Posted in racial development, Shaping a writer, South Africa
Tagged Joe Coetzee, Nicholas Simkin, Timothy Simkin, tyre necklacing
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Building Bridges
My next job for Basil Read was a ten kilometre tarred road with a pier and beam concrete bridge over the Komati River in the smallest of the Apartheid derived black Homelands, KaNgwane. It was ironical that I was once … Continue reading
Muslims, Milk, Karate & Tennis
From the farm, the road ran through Jinnah Park, the “Indian township” of Apartheid South Africa, just outside Warmbaths. They were mostly Muslims, and only a few Hindus. The Ravat family had a large general-dealer. There were at least three … Continue reading