My first recollections are of life on the plot outside Harrismith, playing with Enoch and Casaia, childhood companions, kids of Lena, who looked after us as Mom and Dad worked in town.
What I remember is suddenly “knowing” it was lunchtime and looking up at the dirt road above the farmyard that led to town. Sure enough, right then a cloud of dust would appear and Mom & Dad would arrive for their lunch and siesta, having locked up the Platberg bottle store between 1 and 2pm. I could see them on the road and then sweeping down the long driveway to park near the rondawel at the back near the kitchen door.
Every day I “just knew”. Wonder if I sub-consciously heard their approach? Or was it an inner clock?
- Ruins of our house; 2. Dougie Wright, Gould & Ruth Dominy’s place; 3. Jack Levick’s house; 4. Kak Spruit
Back then they were probably buzzing home in the tiny green and black Ford Prefect or the beige Morris Isis, not yet the little powder-blue Beetle.
Our nearest neighbour was Jack Levick and he had a pet crow that spoke. I think. We had a white sulphur-crested cockatoo Jacko and an African Grey parrot Cocky. And a Spotted Eagle Owl that would visit at night.
Me and Jacko outside the rondawel on the plot with Platberg in the background.