Uh, Correction, Mrs Bedford!

** recycled post ** updated ** In 1969 a bunch of us were taken to Durban to watch a rugby test match Springboks against the Australian Wallabies. “Our” Tommy Bedford was captain of the ‘Boks. We didn’t know it, but it was to be his last game. Schoolboy “seats” were flat on your bum onContinue reading “Uh, Correction, Mrs Bedford!”

Pow Wow

I was warmly welcomed by the friendly Native American folk in Apache. I really enjoyed them and I think they enjoyed me. They invited me as their guest to a Pow Wow one night. Here’s a teepee in the Apache showgrounds. At school the American Indian society presented me with gifts. Debbie Pahdapony Grey doesContinue reading “Pow Wow”

Rugby Free State u/13 Champs

It was quite a year. I had shot up and was the tallest blonde in the team. Coenie Meyer was the only other one, but he was a stocky centre and I was a lanky lock in the serious half of the team, the half that did the hard work and won the ball –Continue reading “Rugby Free State u/13 Champs”

Running from the Law

The first time I ran from the cops was about 1969 in the wee hours of a Harrismith Vrystaat morning. We were lurking, having climbed out of our bedroom windows to rendezvous on the dark streets of the silent metropolis as unaccompanied minors. Near Greg’s cafe we spotted one of The SAP’s Finest, drunk behindContinue reading “Running from the Law”