Road Trip with Larry USA

My four-stage 1973 road trip started in Apache Oklahoma. We drove down in the Ford LTD in Stage One to stay with Mama and Papa Hays, Katie Patterson’s folks, in Shreveport Louisiana. There we ‘visited’, played golf – I recall smacking the ball under big old trees draped in lichen, or old man’s beard –Continue reading “Road Trip with Larry USA”

Botswana Safari with Larry

Hey, let’s go on a safari! Great friend Larry Wingert is out from the USA and we hop on a flight to Maun in Botswana. It’s 1985 and we’re bachelors on the loose with time and money! From Maun we fly into the Delta (Tjou camp) in a Cessna 206. After many beers and winesContinue reading “Botswana Safari with Larry”

Road Trip with Larry SA

Mom lent us her Cortina. Like this, but OHS: How brave was that!? The longer I have teenagers of my own the more I admire my Mom and her quiet courage and fortitude back in the ’70’s! The thought of giving my teenage son my car and allowing him to disappear (it would be inContinue reading “Road Trip with Larry SA”

I Must Go Down To The Sea Again . .

. . . to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking, And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking. Maybe Steph was thinkingContinue reading “I Must Go Down To The Sea Again . .”

R.I.P Steph

I can’t believe it. Steph. Died in a car accident today. Near Frankfort. I’ll write later. … … Here’s how we’ll always remember you, Steph. Us who knew you in the 60’s and 1970 – your matric year. His more recent friends and family remember him like this: Mad keen fisherman, yachtsman, can-do builder, taker-onContinue reading “R.I.P Steph”

Raiders of the Lost Saab

The black Saab is packed to capacity as we roar off in the dead of night to Kestell, that mecca of silence and stillness and, uh peace, I guess. Or was that Vrede? We aimed to fix that in our 1961 black two-door Saab 93. Riiing! ding ding ding ding Riiiiing! – that’s the two-strokeContinue reading “Raiders of the Lost Saab”

Chariots of Beer

It was the Eastern Free State athletics championships and we were three kranige athletes, in our prime. Well, so far . . . we would get better at some things as time went on. In the triple jump we have : Steph de Witt, matric. Long legs, big springs. In with a chance of aContinue reading “Chariots of Beer”

An Old Mystery: Whose fault?

There were two reasons we ‘borrowed’ Gerrie’s 1961 black Saab 93 late one night: 1. If you don’t give a car a run the battery can go flat, and 2. We had Larry the American Rotary Exchange student with us, who might have heard that the Free State can be a very boring place withContinue reading “An Old Mystery: Whose fault?”