“My Kalahari” Whilst going through my mother’s stuff, I came across this poem. There is no signature, no handwriting, so I do not know who wrote it. There was no hit on the internet either. However, it was so apt and fitting to explain why my mother...
So I thought I should explain the photo on my mother’s service program. When my mother left Hawaii, with 3 kids and a kestrel, we moved into our grandparents place which was the Spotted Cow in Larkfield, Kent. She was devastated about her failing marriage and...
The story of the second photo used for the service program for my mother. The day after my mother passed away, I drove out into the veld, for some alone time. There were thunderclouds everywhere and the sky was showing lightning, the sound of thunder but hardly any...
