Our house was on a corner at the junction of two dirt roads and when we were going on trips my father would take the car and set it on the edge of the road, facing downhill, towards the River and the Falls. The servants would then load the car, my parents would get in,… Continue reading Africa 1928 – 30, The car as a battering ram
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Africa 1928 – 30, The car as a Boy cartrier
They tell me that once a racist, always a racist, and they may be right. Brought up in the British Raj it is hard to eschew old habits so when I say ‘boys’, I mean men, big black ones at that, in this context anyway – although I have since been taught the error of… Continue reading Africa 1928 – 30, The car as a Boy cartrier
Africa 1928 – 30, Rugby and the sergical saw
Rugby Was Certainly A Culture Shock Prior to leaving England for Africa, the only male member of our family whom I had any regular contact with was my grandfather and he was rarely in the house when I was awake. Hence I had never heard of Rugby, as in those days it was mostly a… Continue reading Africa 1928 – 30, Rugby and the sergical saw
Africa 1928 – 30, Arrival
Livingstone From the age of six until I was eight years old, I lived in Livingstone, Northern Rhodesia, as part of the British Raj, although then it was not thought of in that way, even if we behaved so. As a little boy, lifted out of a simple, stable environment, dumped into a totally rarefied… Continue reading Africa 1928 – 30, Arrival
The African expeiience part 1 1928
My father, severely gassed in WW1, had to take up a post with the Colonial Service to be able live in a dry climate. He was sent to Northern Rhodesia, now Zambia. My mother had returned in 1922 and I was born and lived for 6 years in South London. In 1928 my mother and… Continue reading The African expeiience part 1 1928
Auther’s Note
My regular readers will be aware that I have been ill in the last three months and in consequence have not been writing on a regular basis, but I now intend to change that in a radical way. Over the years I have said more or less everything I intended to say that illustrated a… Continue reading Auther’s Note
A Prodigious Reassment
I am nearly 88 years of age which means that I spend a lot of my time not only looking back, and comparing then with now, but trying to assess what is going to happen in the future if things go on the way they are. Most of my childhood and teenage were spent living… Continue reading A Prodigious Reassment
Things I don’t understand,8. The actual cost of buying from abroad
Not only Commerce, but the government is now enlarging the ranks of the unemployed. Anyone who ever had any dealings with the Civil Service, would have been aware that it was top heavy, due to the Mandarins having great influence, and being bent on empire building, their own empire. The management of a budget, be… Continue reading Things I don’t understand,8. The actual cost of buying from abroad
Things I don’t understand, 7, Modern aesthetics
I can understand, but don’t necessarily approve of young children having a piece of blanket that they carry to give themselves security. In my early days I don’t remember children having bits of cloth, rather a heavily damaged soft toy, often a gollywog. The learning curve for a very young child is exceptionally steep. We… Continue reading Things I don’t understand, 7, Modern aesthetics
A letter to sauce manufacturers
Over the years I have wasted a considerable amount of sauce, because the jars contain enough sauce for four people, and in those days we were only two. Now I’m living on my own I have had to take steps to save this happening to a greater extent, and as a result I believe the… Continue reading A letter to sauce manufacturers