Platinum Medal

I posted this on the day – 14 July – over on bewilderbeast.org, but it also belongs here, so here it is:

A big shiny bright platinum medal to Mother Mary.

On the 14th July 1951 the biggest huge-est massive-est humungous-est stroke of luck to befall him in all his life befell Pieter Gerhardus Swanepoel. By far. By a very long long way the biggest.

And he didn’t realise it; still doesn’t.

This morning Mary will wake thinking, I wonder how Pieter is, I hope he’s alright. He’ll be thinking. ‘What shall I make myself for breakfast?’

Happy 70th wedding anniversary, Mom n Dad.

~~oo0oo~~

Anniversaries and ‘Traditional Gift’