Harrismith OFS in the Sixties

Big Sister Barbara has a good memory for the old days, good sources, like old school annuals and friends like Ann Euthemiou, and is developing a good old-Harries network to enhance all that! She wrote in  November 2015 – Note: To plough through this post you really need to be Ancient – a Rooinek –Continue reading “Harrismith OFS in the Sixties”

Round The Bend

Mandy’s reply on the 21st post reminded me of The Bend – that sacred pilgrimage site we would repair to as part of growing up and learning wisdom and wonder. Also drinking, puking and dancing. Especially drinking. It was like Mecca. We searched the whole of Joburg all term long for girls and women andContinue reading “Round The Bend”

21st on Kenroy

Sheila saw to it I had a party! As so often, Sheila saved the day. Des Glutz threw open his palatial bachelor home, Kenroy, on the banks of the mighty Vulgar River to an invasion of students from JHB and PMB. That’s because as a lonely horny bachelor Free State farmer he had his eyeContinue reading “21st on Kenroy”

Safety First, Old-Style

I was telling you earlier that the Road Safety slogan in days of yore was Friends Don’t Tell Friends They Can’t Drive Because They’re Drunk Because Then Friends Will SHOW Friends How They Actually Drive Very Well When They’re Drunk, Thank You Very Much and this was proven half true one night when I toldContinue reading “Safety First, Old-Style”

Hello Cock goes missing

Uncle Jack Kemp had a big dilemma. He loved a party and there were two parties on, one at our house and the other at Ronnie from Threeburgh’s place. To get from the one brandy bottle to the other he had to walk down our front steps, down our little-used front path and out theContinue reading “Hello Cock goes missing”

A trumpet? Or were we just trumped?

We would meet on The Bend, Kai’s paradise on the Tugela outside Bergville. The guys from Doories in Johannesburg studying to be optometrists and engineers at the Wits Tech and the gals from NTC in Pietermaritzburg, studying to be teachers of the future fine upstanding youth of SA. We would meet specifically to practice settingContinue reading “A trumpet? Or were we just trumped?”

The Night We Hijacked the Orange Express

Trudi Wessels won Miss Personality at Maritzburg Varsity. We could have told them that beforehand if they’d asked. Her prize a trip to Rio de Janeiro! Steph de Witt arranged a farewell party at Shady Pines on the night of her departure, after which we would deliver her safe and pickled to the Harrismith stasie.Continue reading “The Night We Hijacked the Orange Express”