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waywardwrestlewritingwaif · 4 years ago

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The Guardian’s Oath, Part Seven

13The continuing saga continues... Rather than linking each previous section individually, I’m just going to direct you to the Master List, where you can find links to earlier chapters and to everything else I’ve written here.

Pairing: Feargal Devitt/ Finn Balor x OFC

Word count: 2,913

Content advisory: Nothing. Compared to the last couple of sections, this one’s practically a children’s story. (Except that it’s still a story about demons and death and 19th century sexuality and all that good stuff, there’s just nothing explicit in this part.)

I dressed myself while it was still dark, wincing from my invisible wounds, and went downstairs earlier than usual. I told myself that it was because I could do more productive things if I left my chambers but the truth was that I knew that the Reverend was still there, that he had not yet left to make his weekly rounds. He was in the kitchen, lightheartedly chatting with Kate over coffee and some toast about events in the town. They were surprised to see me but I thought that both looked pleased in their own way. I was especially happy to see that the Reverend’s eyes seemed to linger on me longer than usual.

Kate looked at me as if we were sharing some private joke and handed me a cup of coffee.

“You’re up early, Miss.”

“Thank you,” I said, taking the coffee from her. “I couldn’t sleep and so I thought I’d be better off just getting an earlier start to the day.”

“It’s nice to be able to see you before I leave,” the Reverend responded softly. “I don’t usually have the pleasure.”

I felt myself blush a little and I thought that Kate’s smile grew, although she turned back to the stove before I could tell for certain.

“I’ll make you something to eat then.” She stepped into the pantry, leaving the Reverend and I alone.

“I hope that the weather improves for you.” I nodded to the windows, slick with rain.

“Oh I’m used to it by now. The weather here is just one more way God likes to test my commitment, I think,” he laughed. “One time a couple of years back I got stuck on the road because it snowed. I thought we were going to freeze to death.”

“Well, I’m very happy you didn’t.” Almost immediately, I felt like I had gone too far. “I mean, we’re all glad that nothing happened to you.”

His luminous eyes fixed on me. “I’m happy to be alive, of course. All the more so since it’s allowed me to meet you.”

My cheeks felt as if they were on fire and I was saved from having to respond by Kate, who returned with a new loaf of bread to make more toast. Her eyes passed swiftly over the two of us and I thought that she looked just a little disappointed by something.

We all stayed silent while Kate fried up more toast, until the sound of a firm rap on the front door made us all jump. I was frightened, believing for a moment that something had come for me, that my demonic communion was about to be revealed. The Reverend and Kate, however, while they were startled by the sound, quickly realized what was happening.

“Oh don’t let that scare you Miss,” Kate reassured me when she saw my face. “That’s just the coachman come to pick up the Reverend.”

“Indeed,” the man himself sighed with a smile, “I am needed outside this home, although I hate to leave its comforts.”

He gave Kate a little bow before he spoke again. “Thank you as always for taking care of me so well.” Then he turned to me and took one of my hands in both of his, pressing a kiss firmly against my knuckles. “And I’m delighted to have seen you before setting out.”

He gave me a playful little wink that made my whole body grow weak.

“I shall be back a little earlier this week,” he declared on his way out, as if it were something he’d decided on the spot. “Late on Thursday night, most likely.”

“It will be a pleasure to have you here for the weekend, sir,” Kate beamed in response.

I gave an awkward sort of smile, not wanting to look indifferent but at the same time not wanting to let on how thrilled I was at the idea of having days with him.

“It’s wonderful seeing him so happy now,” Kate murmured. “And it’s you that brought this all about.”

“I didn’t do anything, really. I just followed William. It was by chance that he went to the cave where…”

“God doesn’t take chances,” she corrected me with a warm smile. “The boy would have died but for you and no one would have known where he’d gone. Fact is, this family’s needed that closure to move on since Mrs. Devitt disappeared and you helped bring that about.”

I shifted on my seat, feeling the ache at my core, the memento of the sins I’d committed in the name of bringing peace to the family. Perhaps I could be forgiven, I thought, because my intentions had been good. But then I thought of the lascivious pleasure I had taken in what I had done. Surely that damned me.

By late afternoon that day, I was feeling the effects of the night before. I was exhausted and in pain and I was struggling to focus on the children, who seemed more energetic than usual. A couple of times I had to protect them from Susan’s wrath when they tripped her and knocked over the basket of washing she was attempting to carry.

“Please, both of you, calm down!” I snapped, more harshly than I’d intended.

“Oh no, Miss MIles is ill,” Sophia cried. She and William had spent a good portion of the day pretending to be doctors and diagnosing everyone. “We must make her better.”

Both of them scrambled up on the divan where I was seated and started prodding at me: pretending to take my pulse, or check my forehead for a fever, or look at my eyes. In fact, it was more of an excuse for both of them to curl up against me and to trick me into wrapping my arms around them. Before I knew it, William’s arms were wound around my waist and Sophia’s were around my neck as she placed a cool kiss to my cheek. The affection felt strange and a little unnerving, something that the always observant little girl noticed right away.

“You don’t like to be touched, do you?” she asked sharply.

“Oh, it’s not that.”

“It’s all right,” she said, without releasing me from her embrace. “Is there a reason you don’t like it?”

My mind seemed to release a thousand thoughts at once, like a murmuration of birds that momentarily blocked the sky before dissipating. I felt like I wanted to answer her, like there was an answer, but I couldn’t access it.

“I… I suppose I’m not used to it.”

Sophia kissed my cheek more firmly than before. “It’s like you’ve never really had someone love you.”

William wriggled his way up so that his head rested on my shoulder. I felt flattered but also overwhelmed, like they were pinning me down in order to devour me. Nevertheless, I squeezed both of them close and enjoyed the happy giggles this elicited from them. Not for the first time, I marveled at Sophia’s keen mind: I hadn’t ever had someone show me kindness and affection the way that they did and, in fact, I wasn’t sure that I had ever been loved by anyone. Even hearing them say it felt strange.

“Well goodness, what do we have here?” Kate’s cheery voice cut through the moment of affection.

“I’m afraid I’m a little tired and I’ve been overwhelmed,” I moaned. “These two scientists were trying to revive me.”

“As much as I hate to interrupt this important work,” Kate said, playing along with the game that this was a gathering of professionals, “I need to request the assistance of one of these experts in the kitchen. The table needs to be laid.” Seeing that this wasn’t of much interest to either of the scientists, she added, “And I’m starting the Christmas pudding tonight, so I need someone to add the coins.”

William immediately jumped up when he heard that, leaving Sophia and I on the divan together.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered as soon as her brother and the cook had left. “We should never have asked you those things we did about unbaptized children.”

“Well, it was a bit of a surprise,” I mumbled. “Did the answers I gave you make sense?”

“Yes, absolutely. But I shouldn’t have asked. I’ve just always worried about Colin.”

“Who is Colin?”

“My- well, our- little brother,” she admitted, her voice filled with sadness.

“You had another brother?” I was astonished that I had not heard of something so important.

Sophia nodded solemnly. “He died.”

“I’m so sorry! What happened to him? When did he pass?”

“I don’t know,” she murmured, eyes filling with tears. “He just stopped coming.”

“What do you mean?”

“He never lived with us. I don’t know where he lived but he said that Mama took care of him.”

“He went somewhere with your mother?”

“After she disappeared, yes. He told me that she lived with him and that I shouldn’t worry about her.”

I couldn’t think of what to say next. How could I explain to this girl that her mother had almost certainly drowned the night that she disappeared? For that matter, could I even be sure of that? Was it possible that her mother had run off with another man? Was that why they had suspected that the Reverend had attacked and possibly killed her? “Sophia, does your father know that you spoke to this boy?”

She shook her lovely head a little. “Papa never even wanted us to speak about him. But it wasn’t my fault he’d come to see me.”

“Of course not,” I told her.

“I wish I understood what happened to him,” she sighed.

“I can well imagine. Even when we know that all things are in God’s hands, His work can still be painful for us to bear.”

After dinner, when the children went upstairs to prepare for bed, I was still worrying about what Sophia had said and while I didn’t want to betray her trust, I felt like I needed to ask another adult about what she’d told me. It wasn’t as if she’d sworn me to secrecy, I told myself. She’d intimated that her father might have some issue with what she’d said but I wasn’t going to speak to him.

“Did the Reverend and his wife have a third child?” I asked Kate as I helped her clear away the dishes.

“No, Miss,” she responded, avoiding eye contact with me.

“I was speaking to Sophia earlier and she said that there had been another baby, perhaps one that had died young. I was just surprised because I hadn’t heard of it before.”

Kate moved her lips as if she were about to repeat what she had said but I saw her shoulders slump. “I was afraid this might start up again,” she muttered.

“That what might start up?”

“I don’t need to tell you that it was terrible for the children to lose their mother at such a young age,” the cook sighed. “And especially with there being no real answer as to what happened. So for a while, Miss Sophia started to tell stories that she had a brother- Colin, she called him- and that her mother had run away with him. I suppose it was her way of coping with the loss but she became terribly obstinate about it and wouldn’t be told that it was all in her head.”

“And you thought that she might go back to those stories because Mrs. Devitt’s remains were discovered.”

She nodded. “I had sincerely hoped not. She was terribly defiant, even abusive, to her father sometimes and… well I’ve already told you enough of their mother for you to figure out why that hurt and worried him so.”

“He was worried that she’d inherited something of her mother’s alienation.”

“Yes. And may God forgive me for saying it, there are times I’ve thought he had reason to worry.”

“Well, perhaps it’s just a temporary turn for her in this case.” I locked my eyes on Kate’s with as much intensity as I could muster. “For the time being, it might be best that we not share this with the Reverend. At least, not unless she brings it up again.”

“Yes, Miss. I believe that would be for the best.”

I sat up in bed for much of the night, having exhausted every prayer I could muster to ask for protection for this fragile little home. I found myself jumping at the movement of every shadow, wondering if my demonic protector had come to taunt me, or to demand further acts of servility from me. I worried that somehow Sophia’s flight of fancy was his doing, that somehow he was putting these thoughts in her mind as a threat or a show of power: I felt that by showing me how easily he could hurt her, he was guaranteeing that I would do whatever he asked.

Given my agitated state, my first thought when I heard faint noises coming from downstairs was that I was imagining things. But while I tried to focus on ignoring them, the sounds persisted and I finally realized that there was something stirring in the house. Wrapping myself in my robe, I descended to the floor below and approached the door to the children’s room. Opening it a little, I could see William asleep in his bed. I went to lean in a little further to confirm that his sister was in hers, but as I did, I heard a muffled scraping and rattling sound that emanated from the ground floor. Quickly, I sauntered to the stairs and slowly made my way down.

I could make out very little in the darkness but I was able to follow the sounds to the front door, where I found Sophia fidgeting with the key and the handle. As I approached, I realized that she was walking in her sleep, unaware of where she was or what she was doing. I approached as quietly as I could, not wanting to startle her.

“Sophia,” I whispered, getting no reaction. “Sophia, you need to come back to bed.”

A few seconds passed and finally I saw a change in her expression, enough to encourage me to lean in a little closer.

“Sophia?”

She let her hand fall from the door key and pivoted her face to look at me. Her eyes were still remote and uncomprehending but I could tell that she was at least aware of my presence.

“Will you let me take you back to bed?”

She frowned and gave me a little nod, allowing me to take her hand. It was icy and I immediately gathered her up against my body to warm her up again as I carried her back to her room. l laid her to rest wrapped up in her blankets without her ever fully awakening and I was pleased to see that William’s slumber was unbroken as I left them to their dreams.

I was about to return to the attic when it occurred to me that I should make sure that she hadn’t actually managed to open the door. As it happened, it was good that I checked because it was ever so slightly ajar. I pushed it to and as I did, I saw something flutter to the ground. Picking it up, I realized it was a scrap of dark fabric, rough like sacking but thicker.

Although I told myself it was probably nothing, I pulled the door back to see if there was something outside that would explain the presence of the cloth on our door. The moon was full and bright and illuminated everything in the yard so that my eyes took a moment to adjust. When they did, everything appeared peaceful, even the wavering of the tree branches in the wind. The gate was closed and the road was empty as far as I could see. It was only when I lowered my eyes that I saw the marks: three vertical lines scratched crudely into the stone before the door.

I looked around wildly, even though I knew there was nothing to see. Always those same marks, never any clue as to their meaning. Whatever it was he sought to communicate, and I was certain I knew who was responsible, the message was not meant for us to understand. The thought of him playing his little game while Sophia hovered innocently on the other side of the door made me angry and I rubbed at the marks with the coarse scrap of fabric in my hand until I was satisfied that I could no longer see them. I took extra care to make sure that the door was locked before retreating to my chambers and once there, I sat close to the window for the remainder of the night, straining to pick out any sign that we were under imminent threat.

There were no further disturbances that night and the next morning, Sophia recalled nothing of her adventure. In fact, she seemed to find it funny when I told her what had happened. Nevertheless, I remained on edge throughout the day and when I had the opportunity to do so, I dropped the scrap of fabric I’d found the night before into the fire. I had never thought of myself as a superstitious person, but I wanted it gone from the house, never to return.

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alwaysjonsa · 5 years ago

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Okay so I finished Orphan Black today for the first time and all i have to say is

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!?!

the only real problem i had with the whole show is the clone club not killing the villians when they had the chance. Like Cosima! she had a gun pointed at Yanis but she lowered it and gave it back to PT. WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT COSIMA, HE IS YOUR BIG BAD. SHE SHOULD’VE JUST SHOT HIM RIGHT THEN AND GOT HER ASS OFF THAT DAMN ISLAND WITH CHARLOTTE.

SARAH could’ve killed Coady with that gun that Art gave her as soon as the other guy left while they were still at Dyad! but let’s not think about that.

the one thing i’m really pissed about is Mrs. S. SHE KNEW that Ferdinand was going to be at her house and it was so out of character for her to go back ALONE. where was Benjamin? why didn’t she go home with Backup?

I firmly believe with how paranoid Siobhan is that she would’ve had safety measures all around her house. and would have survived that situation had the writers just been consistent with her writing.

Also, again SHE KNEW that Ferdinand was in her house and she knew where he was. Why didn’t she shoot him then? it doesn’t make any sense how she went out.

Sarah admitting that she doesn’t know how to be happy really broke my heart. The fact that she was thinking about selling the house but didn’t really gave me feels.

The Castor boys’ glitching seems to be caused by stress. Case in point: Ira didn’t start glitching until he realized that his family was in danger. and it got worse when he saw that susan had been killed, thus killing him.

Mark never glitched once in the whole show! he was stress free living his life with Gracie.

Felix and Colin are like official now so YAY!

P.S. my personal Headcanon is that Helena took Sarah’s name. She’s a Manning now. The last two CASTOR boys aren’t dead. The LEDA girls accept them into the family, (probably Susan too, idk where i stand with her) Siobhan isn’t dead, (she was true to her previous writing and probably gassed the house when Ferdinand was there or something idk, therefore killing him and then disposing of the body after the house was aired out.) Tony is there as well, somewhere, nobody forgot about him. Cosima became Charlotte’s legal guardian. Hell Wizard has a name - his actor’s name is Calwyn Shurgold so I hc that as his name, but close friends just call him Wyn.

Unanswered Questions:

Where the hell are they getting all these damn phones? every season they have new phones.

Why is Helena living in the Hendrix’s garage? Why doesn’t she live with Sarah, the one she is literally connected to, in Siobhan’s house? there’s an extra room (we know this because that’s where Gracie slept.)

What happened to Beth’s flat? It’s paid through to the end of the year, why doesn’t one of the girls live there? Sarah can cosplay as Beth again and get it signed into someone else’s name. that gives them months to get enough money to save for rent in the future.

Where exactly does Cosima live? Canada or America?

What happened to Cal and Jesse?

If Cal came back does he still have that flat?

Who has Charlotte, permanently? (she was staying with Art’s ex in the last episode)

Does Adele LIVE in Canada now?

Does Helena have a surname at all?

Does Kira call Charlotte cousin or aunt? bc technically shes her niece but like they’re both nine??

Does the Canadian government know about the clones? like all these people just showed up. Helena’s just chillin and eating weird shit. Charlotte is probably enrolled in school with Kira? does she have papers? does canada know that her mother (marion bowles) is probably dead? whaaaaat?

#orphan black #tatiana maslany #clone club #cosima niehaus #sarah manning #alison hendrix #Helena #delphine cormier #felix dawkins #Beth Childs #charlotte bowles #orphan black spoilers #ob spoilers

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annelapedusbrest-blog · 6 years ago

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MY MEMORIES OF JOHANNESBURG - City of GOLD.

article published 4 Feb 2009. Written and compiled by Anne Lapedus Brest.

MEMORIES OF JOHANNESBURG, CITY OF GOLD

Written and Compiled By

On the 4th February 1961, when I was 14 years old, and my brother Robert was 11, our family came to live in Johannesburg.

We had left Ireland, land of our birth, leaving behind our beloved Grandparents, family, friends, and a very special and never-to-be-forgotten little furry friend, to start a new life in South Africa, land of Sunshine and Golden opportunity…………… The Goldeneh Medina…...

We came out on the “Edinburgh Castle”, arriving Cape Town 2nd Feb 1961. We did a day tour of Chapmans Peak Drive, Muizenberg, went to somewhere called the “Red Sails” and visited our Sakinofsky/Yodaiken family in Tamboerskloof.

We arrived at Park Station (4th Feb 1961), Jhb, hot and dishevelled after a nightmarish train ride, breaking down in De Aar and dying of heat.

We lived in Becker Street, Yeoville, Robert went to K.E.S and I went to Barnato Park (aka Johannesburg Girls’ High) in Berea. Robert was in Cadets , I played hockey, and bunked school (with Gilda Goldblatt!!) Our next-door neighbours were Michael and Sandra Golding, Zena and Teddy Cohen lived in Becker Street also and Ronnie and Nigel Baskin lived in Yeo Street near the Richters - Selma and Charles Richter,.

Girls at Barnato Park lived in mainly Hillbrow, Berea, Yeoville, Bellevue, Houghton, Orchards, Melrose and Dunkeld. After school, many of us would catch the 19 bus from Tudhope Avenue Berea to Raleigh Street, Yeoville, but many girls were collected by beautifully coiffed and bee-hived mothers with long painted nails, arriving to collect them in huge fancy Chevrolets, with big cats’ eye tail-lights.

ONLY IN SOUTH AFRICA …………………………….

Oy, but I had to get used to so many new expressions ……..

“ See you this arvy, Hey? “ and “See you just now, Annie” (I learnt the hard way that “Just Now” didn’t mean immediately)

“There’s the new girl in Form 3, …….. Shame!!” “My sister’s baby is so cute, …… Shame!

People would give me directions and tell me to turn at the robot.

Can I Lend your book?

Whatever I said, the girls would answer “Is it” ?

The shul is full of KUGELS……………….

Why did the bus-conductor call us all “Donkey” when he collected our tickets???? “Thank you,… Donkey” and the Klippies would say it in a high-pitched voice. “Thank you, donkeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyy”

You MUST come visit this arvy, see? You MUST go and see Cliff Richard at the Collosseum. You MUST buy the latest Elvis Presley record. MUST, MUST, MUST (only in South Africa! Say that “MUST” to people overseas, they think you are a control-freak). (took me a while to get used to it!!)

G.C. EMMMMM

Girls would talk about great talent at a party, and they talked about Chracks , boys talked about “good stock” .

It’s a blerry gemors!! Stoep. Goeie Môre , Lekker Bly,

My skat. Klop Dissel Boom gaan! Klappies. Lappies.

Wag ‘n bietjie. I’m Gatvol !!!! Deurmekaar.

Yislaaik! Herrrrrrre ! (Yurrah) Magtig!! …..Maggggggtigggggg !!! Vragtig! …….Vragggggtigggggg !!!!!!

Where’s the jol tonight, hey? Do youse know?

Don’t tune me kak, hey? Ag! Yes no fine. Stovies. He’s fab - such a doll !!!, He thinks he’s such a big Bok. It’s not so lekker.

Howzzit, my China. I smaak you.

Don’t chaaf my cherry, hey! Don’t grip my cherry…

Who do you think you’re looking at, China?

Don’t tune me grief, ek sê. Voetsak! Sies! Ag! Siestog, Jong!

My bike is buggered.

Bugger off !

He donnered her.

She Bliksemed him

They Revolting!

Sommer so …………………..

Don’t talk to them, they are all such Rubbishes.

Stiffies.

It’s Kwaai……..

Well, yes , no fine, Those were the days my friend we thought they’d never end …...

SUBURBS

In those days a majority of the Jewish community seemed to be living in Hillbrow, Berea, Bellevue, Yeoville , Cyrildene, Observatory, Dewetshof, Judith’s Paarl, Highlands North, Houghton, Dunkeld, Melrose, Hyde Park.

Suburbs where a lot of Jews also lived were Kensington, Emmarentia, Greenside, Doornfontein, Mayfair. Remember Fordsburg (Fitas). Also a Jewish area once upon a time.

Robert and I went to Yeoville Chader (The Bernard Patley), - Mr. SHATCHAN was the headmaster, and teachers I remember were Miss AARONS (Bella Golubchick) , Mr. Solly GOLDBERG, Rev. HIMMELSTEIN, and the Shammas was a Mr. CHAZEN (His daughters, Gertie and Hannah both went to Barnato park) and Mrs. MAGID

Chader Children I can remember the names of some of the “ Chader children”. Colin Koransky, Dorian Hersch (Shear), Terroll Hersch (Z”l), Gilda Goldblatt (Galvad), Brenda Goldblatt (Spitz) (O”h) Frances Taylor, and her older sister, Sharon (now in Israel), Carmella Shapiro, Marsha Furman, Gerald Pokroy, Philip Eliason, Harry Sacks, Alan Kaye, Susan Kaye, Dorothy Lewis, Harry Sacks, Philip Sacks, Ada Freedman, Ilanah Himmelstein, Julian (Julie) Kaplan, Meyer Kaplan, Brian (now in Oz) and his sister Jewel Rosenthal, Eugene Klatzko, Martin Chaitowitz, Hymie Symanowitz(Z”l), Ruth Seeff, Sandra Katzen (Pokroy) Robert Hershfield, Mervyn Gerszt, Bernard Kromelick, Derek Hammerschlag (I think that was his name) Wolfie Tepper, Marlene Tepper, Stanley Chitiz, Manny Magid, Melanie & Beverley Segal.

I must have been a real “chrack” in those days, coming from Ireland, funny clothes, and even funnier out-of-control curly hair, and an accent nobody could understand. I found it hard to make friends, but I eventually palled up with Gilda Goldblatt (now Galvad) , (daughter of Leslie (Z”l) and Mona Voloshen Goldblatt (O”h), from Webb Street. Leslie (Z”l) was a Choirester in Wolmarans Street Shul) and Gilda and I have remained friends to this day.

Girls at Barnato Park whom I remember offhand, Pam Ginsberg (Melzter) Pam Gladstone (Nathan), Denise Seeff, Ruth Seeff, Susan Simon, Molly Robinson, Rhona Shroder (aka Rhondie Shrondie) (Ullman) , Phyliss Goldblatt (Rubin), Geraldine Blumberg, Debbie Rabinowitz, Jacqui Hotz, Sharon Rafel (Rubin), Leah Smith, Ann Kaiser, Ann Moscow, Barbara Diane Levy, Barbara Levy, Lynette and Jennifer Margolis, Carol and Margaret Kowalsky , Gloria (Gola) Levine (Ash), Gilda and Brenda Goldblatt, Eugene Klatzko, , René Mazelle, Jill Gonski, Felicity Nathanson, Avril Kaye, Jackie Susman (Woolf) (her sisters Helen and Andy went to Athlone) . Pam Kohn, Lydia Burstein, Ada Folb, Sharon Cooperman (Fehrer) Beryl Andrews, Heather Round (Levy), Joan Gracie, Merriel Pratt, Hilda and Charlotte Brinkman, Ann Mullins, Susan Simon, Doreen Simon, Marilyn Silansky, Carole Silansky (Sands) Verite Hirshowitz, Ruth Samuel (Segal), Vivien Alexander, Renée Kunz, Lorraine Goldberg, Marilyn Silansky and her sister Carol Silansky, , Yvonne Shochet, Janet King, Pam Kewley, Adah Ben Yehuda, Roslyn Abramovitz, Joan Cooper, Bernice Frid (Vunck), Suzanne Lutrin (Resnick) (O”h), Helen Rothschild, Joyce Tischauer, Helen Leftin, Maureen Nagel (Ruskin), Gabriella Albrecht, Sharon Smith (Munitz), Pam Levy, Deborah-Ann Fanaroff, Jacky Centner (Cannon), Lydia Burstein, Ronelle Shepherd, Cynthia Muller, Marsha Sosnovick, (Jansen) Karen Israelsohn, Joan David (Elkon), Sheina & BatSheva Romm, Lorraine Nussbaum (Silver), Susan Hommell, Kela Saltzer , Barbara Beira, Shoshanna Kaplan (Kaplan) , Myrna Katz, Isobel Strasbourg (Mehl) , Isobel Thomson, Vivienne Lee, Meryl Michaelmore, Vivienne Fritz, (Head Girl) Patsy Coetzee, (Vice Head Girl) Philla Moller, Gillian Coleman, Sheena Haarhof, Glen Marshall, Naomi Tabachowich, Ailsa Bowley, Sheena Hayworth, And some girls from Mrs. Oppenheimers extra Afrikaans lessons class were, Vasiliky someone from Greece, Daria someone from Italy, Jean Smith (?) from Rhodesia, Jacqueline someone from England, Marilyn Patricia Myers from England, and teachers, Miss Todd, Roberta Evans, Miss Cohen (later Mrs. Gevisser), Miss Miles with DOG - George, Miss Langley (head), Miss Rosewarne, Miss Walmsely , Miss Hodkin, Miss Jones (Vice Head), Miss Horn, Miss Dankwerths, Miss Martin, (later Mrs. Gold), Mrs Morrison, and one or two Barnato Park Dogs, who came along to school with teachers. I think Miss Evans had a little Muttie trouping along next to her?

SCHOOLS Athlone Girls , Athlone Boys, Waverly girls, Highland’s North, Parktown Girls and Parktown Boys, Northview, Greenside High, King David Linksfield (King David Victory Park was to follow later on) Yeshiva College, Rodean, Brescia House, St. Vincents (for the hard of hearing). Helpmekaar, Damelin College, Yale College (Marcus (Marky) Luntz) , Regis College, Princeton College. Yeoville Boys, Observatory Girls, , Hyde Park, The Tech. K.E.S (King Edward School), St. Johns, Redhill, St. Stithians, Marist brothers, Yeoville Convent, Hirsch Lyons, Yiddish folk, Jeppe Boys, Jeppe Girls. H.A Jack, Jewish Government.

SCHOOL UNIFORMS. Mc Cullogh @ Bothwell.

Remember Yeoville? The Yeoville Post Office in Raleigh Street, C.N.A, the Picadilly Bioscope the Bug House (Oi) next door to Yeoville Home Industries (owned by Simon and Leah Kaufman), Kenmere Pharmacy (owned by the Marams) (next to the fruit shop in Kenmere Rd) and Yeoville Pharmacy (owned by the Joffes) (diagonally opposite the Yeoville Baths in Raleigh St.,) Yeoville Fruit and Flowers (Jorge aka George), Hill Fisheries, Crystals, Yeoville Baths, (and a swimming coach there called Bernard Green) and the Apollo Café across the road where they played pinball and the ducktails always hung around there with their chains, and motor bikes, all the Brekers. Theo Hommel (fabrics), Fitz Bakery where the OK Bazaars in Yeoville built their new shop, corner Raleigh and Bedford, diagonally opposite the Yeoville Library. And opposite where the 19 bus went into Berea and town), Hub Stores, Emdins – Haberdashery – (one or two shops down from the Apollo Café,) Denbo Jewish Bookstore, Scotch Corner! Billy’s Hairdresser in Rockey Street (near Raymond St) Faigels and the Dae-nite Pharmacy Rockey Street, cor. Bezuidenhout, Squires (clothing, school uniforms/shoes)

Portuguese Fish and Chip shop in Rockey Street, all the Tailor shops going down into Rockey Street, and Jekisons Tailors, and a guy called Bokkie Jekison who was the Tailor there (great looking bloke, with a great looking brother, I think his name was Eugene) both so easy on the eye!). Bokkie recently told someone that on the 7th April he will have been at the shop for 55 years California Tailors, and the Yeoville Recreation Center in Raleigh St, where Sandra Stein won the “Miss Yeoville” competition in about 1962 .(Bokkie Jekison died before the 7th April, suddenly, whilst out on a walk)

Water Polo at the Yeoville Baths. Richard LEE was a water-polo player, he lived in Yeo Street, Yeoville, I think. Had a brother Eric LEE. They were Highlands North school boys. Lionel GILINSKY, another water-polo player.

And does anyone remember the Purdy Boys, Neville and Leonard?

Some MORE of the YEOVILLE, CYRILDENE, OBSERVATORY people …… Jeff Wittles , Linda Shapiro, Rex Schwartz, Sharon Schwartz , Ivan Sabbath, Arnold Messias, Ivan Sandler, Louise Lazersohn , Barry Sacks, Barry Bloch, Barry Black, Michael Walldorf (Vorsie), Sonia Barsol, Gerald (Jake) Fox (Z”l) Jonny Grossmark, Vivian Stillerman, Charmian Clayton, Max Gur, Ruth Margolis, Elaine Margolis, Heather Garrun, Yvette, Esther & Naomi Sofer. Sharna & Nadja Isaacs (aka Lerman), Colin Opwald, Frances Siegenberg, Nicky & Costa Kapitanopoulos, Alfie Wood and his sister Margie Wood (now Horn), Locky Lockstone, Shirley Shtub (probably Sztab), Reuel Kaplan, Geoff (Geoffrey) Landsman (Z”l) , Reina Cohen (O’h), Sandra Stein (Ezra) , Nola Stein (Fox), Charmion Clayton, Ivor Cohen, Sandra Deitz , Spencer Hodgson, Heather Garrun, Linda Chitiz or Chitters , Marlene Teper, Leonard Kahn & his sister Maureen Kahn. (now Puterman) Maureen and her husband were one of the first people to move into a new block of flats called “La Contessa”, in Yeo & Bedford St. Yeoville) Arnie Jones, Jennifer Jones, Bernard James, Abel de Freitas, Sandra Tucker. The Griffith Girls (Virg, Bernice (Bunny) and Diane –still great friends of mine) and their brother Cedric) The Matthews Girls Hazel, and Norma, there were more sisters but I can’t remember the names) .

GREENSIDE/EMMARENTIA People, - Clifford Price, Howard Price, Brian Ruskin, and I think Barry Pillemar , Suzie & Gaby Henshel, (de Groen), June and Yalta Gervis, Suzanne & Linda Myers, Aubrey Gamsu Ada Gamsu, Maurice Hockman, Margo and Peter Philips,

HOUGHTON people. Michael, Brian & Jennifer Lever, Molly Robinson, Harry & Philip Sacks, Sharon Smith (Munitz)

HIGHLANDS NORTH People. - Brian, Stanley & Karen Feinstein (Joseph), Max Schiff (O”h)

WHO REMEMBERS - Hymie Brest, (Mayfair/ Kensington) and his friend (to this day) Alec Ross (Bez Valley). Certainly part of the “Main Manne” crowd.

ONLY IN SOUTH AFRICA …………………………………

Where’re you okes jolling to? Jollers. Lekker Jol.

Where are your folks tonight.

Volkspeeler. The Sakkie sakkie

I’m only chaafing, man? Sweet Obeet.!! Lekker soos ‘n krekker (cracker)

Wat ‘s goedkoop is duur koop. Stille water – Diepe grond,

Eina! Skyfies. Veldskoene. Breekers.

Don’t tune me Chandies

Check that little lightie, he’s two bricks and a tickey high

Ever since Pa fell off the bus.

Give me a bell, hey? Bell me. Love you stax. I’ll fetch you just now

African women sitting on the street corners calling out HEY Mielieeeeee - Tickey Mielieeeeeeeee.

Vrystaat!

Vat hom Fluffy.

I’ve got Sut.

They’re so larnie!

My ou’ man is giving me uphill

My Skattebol.

I feel up to Paw-Paw. I feel up to Maggots.

‘Strue’s Bob…?? No….. You LIE !!!

SHOT !!!!!!!! (SHOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT)

Skit ‘n donner (donder) (the movies)

And Observatory café where boys played pinball and they had ‘Pennyline Sweets’ where you could buy 2 for a penny and cafés had Jukeboxes . Remember the old 78 records (those were in the fifties though) and then the LPs - wow, and when those came out we thought we’d died and gone to Heaven, and the 45 speed records. Cassettes, and tape recorders, reel-to-reel tape-recorders (I still have one).

Boys had a way of walking, hands in pockets, only the thumbs visable and rolled from side to side with a sort of rolling gait, and the more they rolled as they walked, the more macho they felt!

Who remembers ????…… Debras (Schmaltz), and when a tub of Yoghurt cost 8c, and an Appleltizer cost the same, a bar of Cadburys chocolate cost 5c and there was a chocolate bar called “Honeycrisp” also for 5c, and you could get a Toasted Cheese for 15c. Stamps cost 2½ cents . If you left the envelope open, it was cheaper… Airletter forms in green, airmail writing paper, airmail envelopes and Basildon Bond writing paper.

STREETS in Yeoville/ Bellevue, - Raleigh St, Rockey St, Bezuidenhout St., Isipingo St., Raymond St , Hopkins St, Yeo St, Kenmere Rd, Fortèsque Rd, Becker St, Cavendish Rd, Bedford Rd, Webb St, Natal St, Isipingo, St. Georges Rd, Ellis St.,

YEOVILLE BOXING CLUB - Sammy Samson and his son Cedric who sang as a child, and he had a group at some stage called “the FireFlies” I think Alan Goldstein who was also a child singer may well have been part of that band ( later known as Alan Gold) .

How many people remember……. The Black Steer in Yeoville - fab apple crumble and double thick cream and in the 1960s the price of a Steerburger, with Pickled Cucumber, fried onions and salad was 45c ……….but at the Golden Spur, the Burger would cost you 50c and the Yeoville crowd felt that was too expensive!) Norman’s Grill (for Prawns!) in the Jeppe Hotel. East Africa Pavilion (well known for it’s curries, where the waiters wore a red “fez”, The 252 Tavern. His Majesty’s Cellars, 69 Grill.

and Kosher - Connoisseur Hotel,(Gloria Rootshtain) (long gone)

And remember- The Rosenkowitz 6 from Cape Town, first surviving Sextuplets in the World

And when Arcadia (Jewish Orphanage and Home for Jewish children) was in Forestown

DAENITE Pharmacy, Orange Grove. Owned by Chookie BRENNER . and the okes that worked there, Mervin Rappoport, Issy Peimer, Cecil Chweidan (O”h), Ivan Dorff, Solly Branstein, and a girl called Lola but I can’t remember her surname. And Dr. Chris Barnard, (Heart Transplants Groote Schuur Hospital, Cape Town)

And the …… the motor racing at Kyalami Race Track

And the Motor Rallys?. Anyone remember Lionel Gilinsky? He raced something called “Production cars” in “Endurance Races” at Old Grand Central Circuit ( Halfway House, now called Midrand) in the late 60’s and 70’s - and later “Historic” Cars at Kyalami Race Track. He was known to be amongst South Africa’s Top 3 Racing and Motor rally drivers in the 60’s, 70’s and 80’s. Not bad for a boy from Welkom!!

Attorneys. - Moss Morris & Ettlinger, (Lennie Ettlinger, Max Levenberg, Selwyn Cohen, Hilliard Gordon, articled clerks then - Rodney Berman and John Gilbert, Also a Selwyn someone articled clerk). Routlege Douglas Wilson Auret & Wimble, Wides , Chain & Berman (Cyril Wides, Inky (Ian) Chain and Rodney Berman), Edward Nathan. Israel, During & Kossuth

Tour Operators - Springbok (Atlas) Safaris, (Julie Lapedus).

Accountants. Sussman and Lange (Trevor Sussman and David Lange) (cousin of Myron Lange, the Surgeon) later known as Sussman Goddard.

HILLBROW. We always went to The Curzon and Clarendon for 7/6- , ( later 75c,) and then a Bioscope called the International (owned by Herman and Maxwell Youngelson) was opened at the top of Pretoria Street and there it would cost you between 90c and R1.00, but the seats were so comfy and the whole bioscope was so plush, that the Yeovillites felt it was well worth the extra.

Anyone remember The French Hairdressing Saloon (a Mrs. Sher was the manageress) and the OK Bazaars and Carnival Novelty.

ONLY IN SOUTH AFRICA ………………………….

I’m going for a goof this arvy. ‘Scopes, Flicks, Flik, What’s the “Aggie”?

Hy het haar uitgeskop, verstaan jy my?

Check my new jammy!

We going to Durbs with the car, probably see lots of ‘Vaalies there, all the ou toppies, tannies and ooms, nie waar nie?

My ol’ lady! My ol’ man.

My broer ! My sussie. My Ouma, My Oupa

Knobkerrie. Sjambok

It’s so hot, I’m vrekking off here.

D’is Baie Mooi

He lives in the Gramadoelas….

She lives in the Bundu…

The Dingas

I was with Ruth, Heather and them

Drink your SUP !! there’s a plate on the Zinc

Let’s make a plan…..

Cows give us MULK!

My one aunt My one leg, My one arm, My one finger My one toe

Broekies

The word “THE. ” I learned in school that before a consonant we say “THE” . “THE” bed, “THE” table, “THE” book. And before a vowel the have to prounce the “the” as “THEE”……………. “THEE” Apple, “THEE” elephant, “THEE” egg.

So why then, do we hear (only in South Africa) people saying “THUH” apple, “THUH” Elephant, “THUH” egg. Please hold for “THUH” Operator. And why do some of us say “the PHOTA” when it is clearly “PHOTO”.

FOLKSINGING Era . Who remembers the Nite beat, run by Abe (who ran the tuck shop at the Yeoville Swimming Pool), and the folk-singers Ian & Ritchie ( Ian Lawrence and Ritchie Morris), Des and Dawn (Lindberg)(“And the Seagull’s name was Nelson”) (Dawn wore her hair in two pigtails then) Colin Shamley, Dave Marks (“Mountains of Men” and “Master Jack”) Cornelia, And The Troubador, The College Set - Andy Levy, Hugh Solomon, Norman Cohen) Keith Blundell and the Baladeers, Aubrey and Beryl Ellis. Mervyn and Jocelyn Miller (from Potch). Mel, Mel and Julian (Mel Miller, Mel Green, and Julian Laxton.

BIKERS and the Hell’s Angels, wearing black leather jackets, chains and the peace sign often around their necks, roaring down Pretoria St and Kotze St on Harley Davidsons making a helluva racket, some of the more nervous Biker girls precariously hanging onto their boyfriend’s backs, but “the in girls” didn’t hold on, they somehow balanced themselves by placing their hands nonchelantly behind the seat, looking around, throwing their hair back, with a “don’t- sig–with- me” look, lazer- beam- eyes, -looking–out- through- thick- black- fringes, and a tattoo here and there.

And nobody did “sig” with them, either.

The FLYING SAUCER is where they all met. Pretoria Street, Hillbrow.

Hillbrow’s Eateries and Coffee Bars Doney’s coffee bar for the best cappuccino in town (who remembers Jeftah and George, the Duke) Café Wien (later on), with the most comfortable seats, it was like sitting in your own lounge, Café Krantzler, Dunk-a-donut, The Milky Lane, the Florian (where the bus turned to go down Twist street to Town). Mi Vami, Lucky Luke (Steak House in the 70s), Fontana, open 24 hours a day, (famous for their chickens roasted on a spit,) Pikin-a-chicken, Porter House (Frulatto and the best Pink Sauce in town) not to mention the steaks (not that I ate them being one of the Kosher Kids, but I was sorely tempted, HA HA HA) and the German Beer Keller, The Hamburger Hut, Golden Egg, Bella Napoli. Kiss-Kiss.

The CHEZA in Jeppe Street. Famous for Muesli.

HAIR STYLES and fashion. We dyed our hair black with Palette where you dropped a white tablet into some black gunky muck and we all had pitch black hair. The Blacker your hair, the more “sharp” you were. We teased it and wore it in Wings, and the bigger the Wings were, the more “with it” you were. And remember the stiff petticoats under your many Flared skirts, and cat-eye glasses? Helanca stove-pipes, in all colours. Studded Belts, Box Pleated skirts, and ID Bracelets (with your boyfriend’s name engraved on the inside), Plaid pinafores came later on, and a ridiculous little narrow velvet bow on a clip or hairgrip which we found a space for in the teased bird’s nest, usually just to the back of the fringe. And also a thin chiffon scarf tied around the hair. White high-heeled shoes (I wouldn’t be seen dead in half the things we wore then)

My Mom always said that my hair was like a Bird’s Nest at the back, but then I didn’t have eyes at the back of my head, (just as well). Boys wore their hair sleeked back with Brylcream and Vitalis and all bought their t-shirts from the Skipper Bar. (Arnie, Mervyn, Earle and Barry Sacks) Black t-shirts with thin white and red stripes around the neck. And a corresponding white tee-shirt, with black and red stripes. If you didn’t have one of those, you were not one of the “in” boys!!!!

And then girls started to iron their hair. I remember my Mother used to plonk my head onto the ironing board, and put a brown paper bag on top of it, and iron away until I had sleek straight hair, but then the minute it rained, I looked at though someone has plugged me into an electric socket…. Durbs did the same to all those who had out-of-control hair - Frizzed them out in 2 mns flat, in fact as soon as you got to Van Reenen’s Pass into Natal, you knew you were there because your hair suddenly was on its own mission……..

and who Whirled their hair????? Oy - a bittereh gelechter….. We whirled it One way, then the other way, and you had dead straight hair (until you hit the 505 Club and the first thing you’d notice is that your fringe was just “not there” anymore) and the rest of your poor hair style was all moving in different directions. If it was raining, and you opened your front door, bang went the straight hair.

Remember those little DOEKs we wore on our head when we went to Durbs. I have a photo of myself wearing one.

COME ON GIRLS - who used to sleep with curlers/rollers in their hair!! and who remembers using the inside of a TOILET ROLL as an emergency roller??????? And all this lot would be covered over by a hairnet. Of course morning brought a splitter- of- a- headache from the curlers digging into your head. Anyone remember? Bet you do!!! I DO!! There you are, the big ADMIT………. What on EARTH did we look like? I don’t even want to think about it …………………

I always say that if I have to come back in another life, I want to come back as ME but with dead straight hair. Second choice, I wouldn’t mind coming back as one of my spoilt-out-of-control Dachshunds either (but the straight haired type, not the wiry haired) (ha ha)

GYM: Bodybuilders, weight-lifters and wannabes came strutting out of Gyms such as Sam Busa and Monte Osher all fit and glistening, with huge shoulder muscles, and killer smiles - carrying black gym bags. And Reg Park’s Gym, ALSO somewhere in Hillbrow.

YOGA: Mannie and Alan FINGER, Nina OBEL

MODEL AGENCIES: . Stella Grove and Gianna Pizanello

DANCING STUDIOS and DANCERS: Natalie Stern the late Mercedes Molina, Jeffrey Neiman (Enrique Segovia) & Rhoda Rifkin, Bernice Hotz , Gitanella (Spanish, Ballet,) Shirley Klitzner (O”h) (later in the 70s Hilary Etkind - taught with Rhoda and Jeffrey) (anyone who ever loved Spanish dancing, will remember Mercedes Molina/ Jeffrey Neiman as a brilliant dance duo) (and will remember the very sad passing away of Shirley Klitzner (O”h) when she was barely into her twenties).

PHOTOGRAPHERS. Maurice, Kurt Slesinger, Karklin, when it was fashionable to stand your wedding photo on an small easel on the floor. Either carpet or parquet flooring. Stella Nova .

RUGBY. Alan MENTER Springbok Flyhalf, and Sid NOMIS Springbok - Center, and later Wing), Alan is married to Pam (ex Pretoria) and his Brothers are Brian, Robert (Robbie) and Mandy (Malcolm (Z”l)) Menter. Their Mom Esmé (O”h) grew up with mine, in Dublin. Syd is married to Ann.

CRICKET. Dr. Ali BACHER former South African cricket captain and one of the greastet cricketers in South Africa. Ali BACHER received South Africa’s Sports Merit Award, the country’s HIGHEST athletics honour. Ali is married to Shira (I am friendly with Shira’s sister Marsha KARKLIN,) and I remember their daughter Ann being a Tennis champion when she was just a little kid of 11 in the days of the “Jewish Guild” Other well known South African Jewish cricketers came later on, Mandy YACHAD , and later Adam BACHER, nephew of Dr. Ali Bacher

TYPEWRITERS. My first memory of a type writer was that old black thing with with a keyboard with round circular lettering and a typewriter ribbon. My Mom used one in Dublin, Then I remember the Olivetti and also a swiss typewriter, but the ones where you would have to bash a silver thing on the upper right to go to a new line. I remember electric typewriters, and using a white powdery Tippex thing for covering up mistakes, except that they never quite covered them up, particularly on the carbon copies. And remember the carbon copies.. HA HA, and when I worked for lawyers, they didn’t allow those tippex rub-outs, so one little mistake and you had to start all over again. Remember STENCILS and Roneo-ing various blurb. I can remember using a bright shocking pink liquid with the stencils, I think. We wrote to “Messers. So and so”, and we’d end off with “ I remain, Yours Faithfully”

WEDDINGS and when the Bride/Kallah would change into her “going away outfit” and the blissful couple would leave the wedding to go off on their honeymoon. When Bride’s kept their vails on the entire night. When there were only 4 pole-holders and the Bride’s parents paid for the entire wedding, and the Groom/Chossen’s parents would pay for the booze, the photographer and the flowers.

THE CIRCUS Boswell-Wilkie. I hated the circus, terrified of the animals and sorry for them at the same time, a hypnotized crocodile once got out- of- control and strarted climbing out of the ring into the screaming audience. Clowns clowning around were never my scene, and when the trapeze artists or the tight-rope walkers did their act, my heart was always in my mouth, terrified they would fall or something. One did once, I can never get that memory out of my mind.

ONLY IN SOUTH AFRICA ……………………………………

I dopped my exams and my folks are having a cadenza - *Snot ’n trana all round ….. (*Yiddish Equivalent is Vainin ‘n Kloggin, well, that is the Yiddish we used in Ireland).

Chips, here comes the Teacher.

I’ll have a dop of brandy.

Ops me a pencil.

Baie Dankie…….. hoor! Aseblieftog!

Plaasjapie.

Safe my mate !!!! (and the hand movement – very important) - forefinger/little finger pointed up while thumb was holding middle/ ring finger down) - done with a wag-type-movement, like fast- mode windscreen wipers.

We’re Chommies

Cheers!

There’s a Miggie in my room.

Kyk daai (Daardie) Goggoh (as in insect, not as in “GOGO” - Zulu for Granny)

Boeremeisie. Mevrou, Mejuffrou/Juffrou, Meneer

Kyk na daardie lelike ding………………

Kombi

Gooi

Waneer u die syn hoor, is dit agtien uur, twee en vyftig minute en dertig sekondes…………..

Around 1964 came the Beatles, (“8 days a week”, “Love Love me do” and later, “Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Heart’s club Band” “Hey Jude”) The Rolling Stones, (Angie) the Mini Skirt era and Mary Quant and the birth of the Discothèque . Op Art earings in gaudy colours and the skirts continued to get shorter. Girls wore double breasted Pin stripe suits which made a come back. The Boutiques were born. I remember the BENATER family had a great boutique “Carnabies”, at the top of Rissik Street, or near there. It was, I think, the first shop of it’s kind. Very modern, trendy and for the young (20s and 30s). And the Pink Panther was in Hillbrow - Also very trendy gear.

Remember Twiggy?………. She was on every Magazine cover, often holding her Teddy Bear, feet pidgeon-toed, with beautiful big brown eyes, and a body so thin, she could fit through a crack in the wall. She started a trend, her, and “the Shrimp” - (Jean Shrimpton), and Mary Quant.

AND Op Art Earings in strange shapes and gaudy colours, shorter skirts, and flattie shoes.

The First Disco was at the Summit Club, Marrakech, (around 1966) with Go-Go dancers Dixie, Felicity Fouché, and Christine all dancing away in the micro-est of Mini-Skirts. Johnny Martin (previously known as Martin Raff) was the owner, and I heard he also owned a club called 007.

Someone called Neville Peacock was the Marrakech DJ and there were psychdelic and ultra violet lights and if you stood under the latter, all your “klein-goed” shone like a beacon for all to see.

And the 505 also in Hillbrow. Eddie Eckstein and Paul Ditchfield - The Bats played there on a Sunday ), and the Diamonds and Gene Rockwell (Heart!”) as did the Basemen (Ronnie Cline on Keyboard, Ralph Simon – Singer, Rodney Caines – Bass Guitar, Leon Bilewitz – drummer and Irwin Kalis – Lead Guitar) and Clive Calder, (Les Markowitz on drums) also played at “Club-a-go-go” and also they toured around the countryside and played at various venues.

Also Johnny Congos (“Sealed with a Kiss”), Johnny and the G-Men, and Johnny Sharp, 4 Jacks and a Jill. The Staccatos. Did I mention Manfred Mann? (“pretty Flamingo”)

MORE CLUBS - TJ’s (town) and The Yellow Submarine (Hillbrow) (owned by Martin HART) and the Boat (Buccleuch) were in the latter part of the sixties and the Downstairs later called The Purple Marmalade somewhere in Hillbrow. Another Disco was owned by George McCauley, brother of Ray, opposite Joubert Park (Club-A-Go-Go), His Granny worked in the tuckshop and was always so nice to everyone. The Band there was the “Falling Leaves” and George was in the Band. The Electric Circus, And Raffles , a very fancy disco/restaurant but that was in the late 70s. Owned by Dave Kerney. (I think). The Stable in Jan Smuts Avenue. The Out of Town Club

And who remembers the other Bioscopes - The Colosseum with the twinkling lights, Cliff Richard sang there once, and a few girls from Barnato Park were expelled for bunking school and going to his concerts. His Majestys, Monte Carlo (French Movies), The Empire, 20th Cen. Fox - Pritchard Street, Cinerama (Claim and Noord) In those days there was an interval after the News and the Cartoons, and Usherettes would be standing at each exit with a tray with all the Munchies and Chocolates, cold-drinks, etc. The Apollo in Doornfontein. I’ve already mentioned the Yeoville Bioscopes earlier on. Who remembers the “Midnight Shows” the Astra and the Victory in Orange Grove, The Rex in Greenside. The Plaza, the Bijou in town and some flea-bitten run down Café Bio which no decent self-respecting girl would touch with a barge-pole, but I can’t remember it. A lot of the Yale College boys went there. But not the girls!!!!

People smoked in the bioscopes (“scopes”) then and when you looked up, you saw it all swirling around in smoke from the projector. Nice and healthy!! but nobody ever noticed it. It was just a part of life in the sixties.

REMEMBER WHEN ………. we went to Bioscope on a Saturday night, dressed up in your A-line dress, or a Box- Pleated skirt, or tiny hound’s-tooth straight skirt in black/white and your black patent high-heeled shoes, with a Black Patent leather bag to match, and your gloves (which you carried in your hand). And later you wore your Dress with the shorter hemline, Mini-Skirts, and your “A-line evening coat” (Jackie Kennedy), just on the knee, and your flattie shoes, the hair teased up to the high heavens and lacquered so heavily that if it rained, you looked like glue. (Boys hated teased and lacquered hair)

And the boys wore jarmins and Elvis Presley hair-styles with thin ties made of nylon or similar in a machine-crochet style. (Later when the Beatles came in, boys’ hairstyles changed forever, and no boy would be seen dead with Brylcream or Vitalis plastered on his head). Boys would never previously been seen in pastel colours, but the Beatles changed all those dark shirts for pink, mauve and lemon, with a pin collar near the tie.

Boys would buy you a 75c box of Black Magic chocolate at Interval. If you put it into your black patent leather handbag and never offered him one, then your name was mud, and girls judged boys by whether they opened the car door for you …. or not!

AND SOME OF THE MOVIE STARS …., Natalie Wood, Kathryn Hepburn, Rock Hudson, Doris Day, Steve McQueen, Sohia Loren, Alain Delon (the heart-throb of the 60’s) (who remembers him in “Purple noon”) Gina Lollobridgida, Raquel Welsh, Bridgitte Bardot, Ursula Andress, Warren Beatty, Jack Nicholson (One Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest), Shirley McLaine, Julie Christie, Michael Caine, Elizabeth Taylor, Richard Burton, Paul Newman, Sal Mineo, Suzanne Pleshette, Richard Burton, Sean Connery, Omar Sharif, Charlton Heston, Gregory Peck (to die for?) James Dean

POPULAR MOVIES. West side story, King Kong, Gone with the Wind, Exodus, Dr. No, *From Russia with Love, * (Remember in that movie, the Russian woman (was her name someone KREBBS?) who had a knife come out of her boot and it shot straight into poor Sean Connery’s shin bone. EINA! Just thinking about it, hurts me) Bridge on the River Kwai, Dr. Zhivago, Goldfinger, (it had a great theme song in it by I think Shirley Bassey) Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, Annie Get your Gun, Dingaka.

And the DRIVE INs Old Pta Road - Jhb Drive in, The 5-Star (Eloff St.Ext), The Velskoen (If a girl was seen at the drive in with a boy, she got a “bad name” and the same for the Café Bio’s. It was just not for a nice Jewish girl!!

REMEMBER WHEN ….. there was NO Bioscope on Sunday nights

THEATRES. Alhambra (Doornfontein) , Brian Brooke (Braamfontein), Market Theatre ( Newtown), Alexander theater , Jacques Brel, Apollo (Doornfontein).

Remember the Adverts for all the Cigarettes, Players, Craven "A", Dunhill (remember the maroon Rolls Royce?) Benson & Hedges (Gold) , Lexington (That’s the one!), Gunston (remember him on a raft, all macho,manly, unshaven and rough and ready tumbling through impossible rivers?) Horseshoe Tobacco, Gold Dollar, Texan, (which the boys would hold between their thumb and middle finger) Lucky Strike, Gauloise and Peter Stuyvesant (for the fun lovers, remember the wonderful places they went to and the great clothes they wore, swimming in glorious lagoons, skiing down snow-capped mountains, all the beautiful people,all having wonderful fun?) I never smoked,(well, I have to say that, in case my family read this article, ha ha) but after I watched the Peter Stuyvesant adverts, I really felt like buying a packet , so that I too, could go to all those magical places, and I’d look glamerous too, HA HA - (the power of advertising!) (A Bittereh Gelechter!!)

But it just looked so “in” to see people smoking, and girls would hold the cigarettes at the tips of their fingers, and waved their hands for effect as they spoke, shaking their fringes out of their eyes. People who didn’t smoke, were “squares”.

I remember Celeste GREENBLATT, taught me how to apply black pencil inside my eyelids, and ‘base” onto my face and to wear white lipstick and I taught Sandra STEIN (later Ezra) to dye her hair black, and the blacker the better, (her Mother had a FIT) - Golda (née Kaufman) (O”h) whom I saw yearly in LA and she never failed to remind me !

FLORA and FAUNA in South Africa. I remember once being enthralled by the most magnificent yellow creeper we had growing on the fence in Becker Street. I took photos of it, and sent it to my friends in Dublin to show the exotic flora and fauna is this beautiful sunny South Africa, until Michael GOLDING next door, laughed his head off and said “but that’s only Canary Creeper, it’s not much better than a common garden weed”!! African Violets, Jasmin, Golden Shower, Begonia Sherera, Bougainvillea, Pointsettia, Birds of Paradise, Cycads?. Maybe they do grow overseas too.

PARTIES in Observatory, Cyrildene and Dewetshof. We rock ‘n rolled to Elvis Presley’s “Jail house rock” & “Don’t step on my blue suede shoes”, “Rock around the Clock” in our flared skirts with stiff petticoats underneath, the more the better, and huge belts around our waists, and we wore flat shoes (75c at Maram’s chemist, and 95c for the leopard skin ones). And later we twisted with Chubby Checker (Let’s Twist again, like we did last summer ) We also did a dance called the Shake – anyone remember the song “I’ll do the Shake, the hippy- hippy shake” and also a dance called the Madison.

The Bez Valley Ou’s, on a Sat night Jol, and the Lebs would sometimes gatecrash. Usually a Scuffle and the girl’s father would have to ask them to leave. Sometimes, in stubborn cases the police would have to be called in to skop them all out. And then the party continued on, Little Richard, Cliff Richard, - sometimes a few of the kids would have a bit of “dagga”, (a zol), on the stoep or in the back garden when they thought nobody was looking, and the only way anyone kopped on was because they would come back to the party with a manic laugh, and red eyes. (and of course the smell, but if you admitted to knowing the smell, then it meant you were a dagga smoker yourself!) Trini Lopez. “If I had a hammer”

SOCIALS at Oxford Shul, The Vrede Hall, Yeoville Recreation Center, Temple Shalom, and Bands like “Dinkie and the Deans” - Jake (Gerald) Fox (Z”l) (rhythm Guitar), Barry Sacks (Lead Guitar), Spencer Hodgson (Bass guitar) and Errol Sack on the drums, would play, they also played at the Club 505 in “the Brow”. Peter Lotus well known Jhb Disc Jockey, I think he sang as well. Lots of singers used to go to Margo’s on a Sunday Afternoon, and the crowd would all hot-foot it out there after them to hear music. I think it was Bapsfontein, or near there). There was little else to do on a Sunday, so many places were closed. Just remembered another band, Dave Levine and the Swinging Angels. Les Gutfreund was one of the band and made a name for himself as Les Goode. “Dickie Loader and the Blue Jeans” Gene Rockwell – Heart.

NIGHT CLUBS and Bands. Bennie Michaels, Archie Silansky and his daughter Carole Sands The Coconut Grove at the Orange Grove Hotel, Dan Hill (Ichilchik), The Colony at the Hyde Park Hotel, Sardi’s, The Mediteranean (I Cinque di Roma), Diamond Horseshoe, The Greek Taverna, Ciro’s (Kruis Street)

STORES. John Orrs, The Belfast, Greatermans, ABC Shoes, Dodo’s, Barnes Shoes, Ackermans, Ansteys later Garlics, Katz & Lourie, Mr. Man, Man about Town, Stuttafords, Woolworths, Deans Mans’ shop, Skipper Bar, O.K Bazaars, Cuthberts, Markhams, Millews, K. Marks ( curtains), Juta's, Bothner & Polliack (records, Henri Lidji Gallery, Derbers Furs, FDF (Fruit & Dried Fruits) Vanité (Ladies clothes) Bradlows, Geen & Richards, Shepherd & Barker (Furniture), CAN, Jaffs (Fabrics), Mosenthals, Dicks (Sweets) - Rissik Street, and later on Morkels, your two year guarantee store! Putzys. McCullogh & Bothwell (School Uniforms).

REMEMBER WHEN we would get all dressed up to go to town, to have tea at Ansteys sitting alongside Ladies in beautiful outfits, white gloves, smart, elegant, men in suits, with white shirts and ties

MUSIC Soul music was popular in the 60s, Aretha Franklin, Jimi Hendrix, Carla Thomas, Otis Redding (“sitting on the Dock of the Bay”), Percy Sledge (“ Midnight Hour”, and Music from Brasil, Sérgio Mendes, Herb Alpert and the Tijuana brass.

And of course, Johnny Mathis, Charles Aznavour, Simon and Garfunkel, José Feliciano

And …. REMEMBER WHEN , our Mothers would ring a little bell at suppertime, and the “servant” (oi, how COULD we have??) would come in with the next course. And when your “boy” did the garden and the “girl” cooked.

SHULS Lions Shul (Doornfontein), Wolmarans street ( Rabbi Rabinowitz 50’s and 60’s, then Chief Rabbi Casper) Yeoville Shul (Rabbi Lapin), Adas Yeshuran (Yeoville) , The Bnei Akiva Shul (Raleigh Street), Greenside Shul, Emmerentia, Fordsburg, Sydenham Highlands North, Mayfair (Rabbi Zagenov) , Kensington Shul (Rabbi Rabinowitz), The Curve (Observatory), Berea Shul (Rabbi Bender and Rabbi Aloy), Oxford Shul (Rabbi Bernhard), Chassidic Shul (Rabbi Lipskar) Cyrildene, Temple Emanuel (? and Rabbi Assabi), Temple Israel (Rabbi Super), Temple Shalom, Temple Beth-El (Rabbi Ben Isaacson) Sandton Shul (BHH) Rabbi ZS Suchard (but that was in the 70’s) Yeo Street Shul. Reverend Symanovitz from Yeoville Beth Din. The Beth Din was in Raleigh Street then.

CHAZONIM. Chazen Hass, Chazen Bagley, Chazen Dudu Fisher (1970s early 80’s), Chazen Johnny Glück (Wolmarans) in the eighties (Choirmaster Prof. David Cohen). Chazen Hasdan, (Warmbaths) Chazen Badash, (Yeoville, Choirmaster *Malovany) Chazan Mandel (Berea Shul) – Gus Levy choirmaster. (* a world reknowned Chazen - I did attend a concert of his here in Jhb a number of years ago), Chazen Berele Chagy

Yeoville Shul Choir, Lionel Levin, Kenny and Colin Koransky and their father, Natie Koransky, Martin Harris, Len Bobroff, Stanley Feinstein, Brian Feinstein, Robert Lapedus, David Shapiro. The Choirmaster was Mr. Himmelstein, I think his son Lior, was in the Choir too. Colin Opwald. Benny Lipchick (Z”l)

KIDS at the Yeoville Shul…. Percy Suntup, Fivie (Phillip) and Hymie (Z”l) Symanowitz, Olga Berelowitz, Joan Morris, Karen Feinstein, Linda and Stanley Chitiz, Wolfie and Marlene Teper, me and my Boet, Robert Lapedus, Gillian Erster and her brother Moishe Erster, Naomi Shapiro, Marilyn & Sheila Atkins, David Shapiro, Rhoda Shapiro, Jenny Winnick, Alan Kaye, Philip Eliason, Sheila Hahn and Irma Keifer I remember David and Daniel Lapin, ( Rabbi Lapin’s sons) being at the Shul .

Beni Akiva and Habonim Camps. Betar. Hashomer Ha’tza-ir (spelling, whoops!!)

AND REMEMBER WHEN the only children at a barmitzvah function were the Barmitzvah boy and his siblings, who were allowed to stay up for the night. The entire Simcha was for adults and the only time you heard the Barmi boy, was when he made his speech. Robert’s Barmitzvah was a Kiddush at home after Shul, and a “tea” that evening for a few friends of my Parents. Many kids had that kind of Barmi. Who knew then from Theme Barmitzvahs.

AND …..When Children were children, and played snakes and ladders, and ludo, dominoes, monopoly, yo-yo’s, and they read out of the Local Libraries and they played Cowboys and Indians, ( just entertained themselves. No Video games, computers, cell phones, I-pods, Electronic everything… and No TV then either.

BANKS and Building Societies. Barclays, Volkskas Bank, Allied Building Society, SA Perm(inent) The UBS (United Building Society) SA Perm, NBS (Natal Building Society) Trust Bank

ONLY IN SOUTH AFRICA ……………………………….

J’’’’enesburg!

Ag Shame, man, were you home stokkies aleen??

Wikkel. Sikkel. I’ve got no tom, hey?

Koeksusters. Konfyt. Biltong. Vet-koek. Braaivleis.

Boerevors en Pap. Poitjiekos. Mielie. Rooibos Tea.

Grondboontjiebotter

Ouma se Rusks. Fanny Farmers

“Hau”

The Tokoloshe is coming… Dorp ! Pandotjie!

He rocked up in an old Skedonk.

Question. Hallo Meneer………. Hoe Gaan Dit met jou vandag?.

Answer. Ag , No….. Fine ….Jaaaaa,………. Kan nie Klaar Nie !

My Oom se Bakkie

My Gran did the “Charlston”, but that was back in Nineteen voetsak

Why are you still Gaan-ing on? you Poepal !!

He is so Grotty….. A real Dweet …….A Drip.

It’s …Kwaai. It’s …. Skarm.

HOTELS : The Carlton (original Carlton) , Moulin Rouge, The Chelsea Hotel (Hillbrow) (I think this is where the Jacques BREL theatre was) Casa Mia, Langham , Gresham, the Jeppe Hotel (Norman’s Grill) Victoria ( Plein Street near Station), Criterion , Landrost hotel (Anabelles nightclub). Tollman Towers – (next to Jeppe Street Post Office), The President Hotel (Eloff Street), Anlar Hotel (Hillbrow), Courtleigh Hotel (Berea), Jocelyn Residential Hotel (Claim Street Joubert Park), the Quirinal, Waldorf , and Balalaika which was then way out in the “country” - Sandown, which is today, a hub of activity. The Skyline, The Capri and The Park Royal

SQUAD CARS. HOT RODS and the name Buddy Fuller comes into my head for some reason.

MOTORTOWN. Remember when all the motor dealerships were in Eloff Street, Ext. Motortown. And names like Rillstone Motors (Agents for the Simca), Lawson Motors, (Agents for Volvo), Lucy’s Motors (Katz) (Agents for Fiat), Curries Motors, Grosvenor Motors ( Agents for Ford), Sydney Clow (Agents for Peugeot), and a dealeship in Anderson Street called T.A.K. Motors, (Agents for Lancia and Ferrari), Ronnie Bass, (Sigma)

And then Main Street became the used car center for Jhb. Austin , Chevrolet, Mercury, Buick, Dodge, Morris Minor, Mini Minor, Hillman Minx, Ford Fairlane, Vauxhall Victor, Ford Cortina, (Ford) Zeyphyr, Sunbeam. Killarney Toyota. Lionel Gilinsky (Pilot, Motor Rally Driver/Racer) Brenner Toyota in Braamfontein, Chookie Brenner

PETROL Shell, BP, Mobil (Engen), Sasol, Trek, Caltex, Total,

REMEMBER WHEN Milk was delivered to the house????, in proper Milkbottles with red tinfoil caps, and the cream would be all at the top of the bottle? And Nel’s Rust Dairy in Victory Park.

DOORNFONTEIN. – Apollo Cinema near Crystals, Crystals, Beit Street (who later moved to Yeoville) Wachenheimers, Goldenbergs, and Nussbaums, all in Beit Street, and Dairy Alhambra (Zama Levine) - opposite the Alhambra Theatre in Beit Street. Zama Levine had the shop for about 40 years (according to his daughter Gloria Levine Ash). Gloria’s mom was from the ICHILCHIK family (Dan Hill and Gloria’s Mom, Emma Ichilchik Levine (a cellist) were siblings. Dembo’s in Beit Street. The famous sculptor Anton Von Wouw lived next door to the Alhambra and opposite Gloria Levine’s (Ash) Grandfather, Mr. Ichilchik in Doornfontein. American Café for ice-cream, Sour Kraut, Hot Dogs, Millers Antiques on Simert Road. Campbells. Cohen’s Café. And Ellis Park.

Doornfontein Streets Beit Street, Siemert Road, Siveright Avenue.

And Segall’s Sausages (Alf Segall) (spelling?). Kerk Street, York House.

ROADHOUSES. Dolls House (Highlands North), Casablanca (Nugget Hilll) Dakota (Crown Mines), and Uncle Charlies.

Ice CREAM. Papagallo.

WITS RAG Down Eloff Street, with the floats, remember? and the Rag Queens and Princesses. I remember one particular Jewish Rag Princess of 1971, and still a beautiful girl to this day - Blond hair, gorgeous and looks like she just stepped out of vogue magazine - June Gervis ( - two sons, Grant and Richard Reichlin, both of whom were at school with my children, Angela and Gregory Brest)

ONLY IN SOUTH AFRICA ………………………………..

“She took me around” Around where?

And what about “See that ou?? - he threw me with (wif) a stone”

The Spanspek is Vrot!

Takkies.

Ag Dame! …………………..

Listen, Lady ………………

And how many South.Africans when they first arrived in America, England, Australia, Israel etc talked about taking their “costume” or “Cozzie” to the Beach.

She’s the most prettiest girl.

My ou’ man caught me smoking dagga, hey, and I got such a SKRIK.

I bumped her on the corner of Cavendish and Becker Streets

I didn’t scale anything

*Spek and Eiers ( *Just because I know the name, doesn’t mean I’ve eaten it, see !)

Ek is a Ware Suid Afrikaaner.

Melktert! Guavas, Grenadilsh!! Marmite, Anchovette Paste, Jungle Oats.

Comment - That bike is Kwaai, so lekker…. Answering comment - MOH-SELFFFFFFF

YIDDISH/Jewish sayings - In alle Schvartze Yohren, He lives in Alle Drerderin, Meerskeit, Fahrpackt, Fahrkakte, Fahrkrimpt, Fahrbrempt, Fahrshtunkender, Farrible (Litvak word, in other countries they talk about a “Broigas”) He’s a Shlemazzel, He’s a Hundt, He’s a Chaleria, He’s a Peruvian, He’s a Shlemiel, … a Chazzer …. a Mamzer, She’s a plapper…. a Yenta, Gei n Drerd, Vos Macht Tzu?, Shreklich, Chader (not the Chader where we learned Hebrew or Barmitzvahs) , Kitke, Lax (lox in the USA) I need that aggravation like a loch in kop? I’m chalishing for some Petzah (In Dublin, we called it “Calves Foot Jelly”) Alter Kakkers , Bobbe Meises, Ebberbottled. She’s such a kochelefel.

Question - How are you today Bobba ‘Chuma ???

Bobba’s answer - Nu, does it do any good to complain???

RADIO. LM Radio who remembers the signature, “Aqui Portugal Moçambique, fala-voz do Radio club em Lourenço Marques, transmitindo ondas curtas e médias

(This is (here is) Portugal, Moçambique, the voice of the Radio club in Lourenço Marques, transmitting in short and medium wave) with Evelyn Martin (Martins) . David Davies and the LM Hit Parade and was it a little prayer ending off at midnight ? With a sort of mournful depressing music to accompany it. Peter de Nobrega… not sure which station..Bob Courtney Eric Egen Springbok Radio , Paddy O’Byrne, David Gresham (Gruesome Gresh) and Clark MacKay (Clackie MacKay) and Esmé Euverard (not sure if she was Springok Radio or what) Charles Fortune (Cricket commentator) Programmes like “Pets’ Parade”, and “the Creaking Door” –skriklig !!!! David Gresham - Gruesome Gresh - (keep your feet on the ground ,and reach for the Stars) Everyone remembers “JOHN BERKS” !! - “Long John Berks” - I always listened to the Talk shows and one show in particular has stayed in my mind. The Jhb Station Master, complete with an Afrikaans accent, (guess who) called a Yiddishe guy living somewhere in Killarney, to tell him that his consignment of chickens were on their way over. You could hear what sounded like a few thousand chickens all clucking their heads off and the poor fellow was protesting, saying that it was the wrong number, it wasn’t him, some mistake and besides, he had a small balcony, and he didn’t have room for crates of chickens, but The “Station Master” kept on saying that he has nowhere for them either, the fellows’ name and address were on the crates and the chickens were going to be on their way, shortly.. What a “lag” that was. Although this article is about the 60s, I can’t help but mention my fellow countryman, John Robbie, and John, if you ever get to read this “Go mbeanna Dia Duit” and enjoy Lá na Pádraig.

AND the Requests – I think It might have been Esmé Euverard who ran a programme, was it called “Forces Favourites”? with Messages from girlfriends to their ou’s in the army, with requests like this “ Poppie, het jy ‘n boodskap”??? Poppy, are you there? Speak up Poppie……., Poppie?? Crackle, crackle….. Hallo, crackle crackle ……….. Hallo, ja, D’is Poppie wat praat, Ag, man, I’d like to send a message to my boyfriend at Voortrekker Hoogte?????? Daw-ling, I love you Verrry much???????? , ek het jou lief, my skat??? I hope you are orite and I cawnt wait til you are home again awready, Vasbyt en Baie Liefde, van Poppie, hoor? En Frikkie says howwzit. LOURENÇO MARQUES. Polana Hotel, Avenida 24 Julho (July), o Zambi, o Cisno Negro (Black Swan), Xai Xai, S. Martinho de Bilene (aka San Martino) wonderful beaches, prawns to die for (*just because I said that, doesn’t mean I ate them!!!) “Cerveja” at sidewalk cafés, Caldo Verde (soup), wonderful buildings, Pregos.

BUILDINGS such as Palace Buildings, Rand Club, Old Arcade, Markhams Technical College, Manners Mansions. Broadcast House, Essanby House, Ponte - Harrow Road, Rissik Street Post Office, Union Grounds – Twist and Claim,Joubert Park. The City Hall - Rissik Street. And in Jeppe Street the Medical buildings ... Jenner Chambers , Lister Buildings, * Drs. Jacobson, Broer and Smith, later “and Barnard”, and later still, “and Kaplan”, Pasteur Chambers , Medical Centre , Archie Jacobson, Ivor Broer, Mervyn Smith. Michael Barnard and Neville Kaplan (not all at the same time.)

HOSPITALS: the Lady Dudley, Florence Nightingale, Princess, Marymount, Franklin, Queen Victoria, Garden City Clinic Parklane Clinic. Fever Hospital, Jhb Gen. (General Hospital) The Childrens’ Hospital, Baragwanath. The Frangwyn –(Maternity )

ARMY. The Drill Hall in Joubert Park! Voortrekker Hoogte (Pretoria) The first 3 months you were a rookie, and after you got out 9 months down the drag, you went to Camps for about 3 weeks a few years later. Boys went meshugah when their hair was cut so short.

And Polio – two major epidemics in 1947 and 1954/55, when schools were closed, and public swimming pools too, children in iron lungs and leg braces. Infantile Paralysis, they called it. (I wasn’t here then but I know about it)

Around the late fifties, a movie came out with Danny KAYE and Barbara Bel GEDDES (Miss Ellie in Dallas) , called the “FIVE PENNIES”. Story of Red Nichols, and his young daughter (played by both Susan Gordon and Tuesday Weld) who contracted polio. .

And “Interrupted Melody” Another polio movie about the Opera singer, Eleanor PARKER. Terrible epidemic, wiped out today, as far as I know . And then they found an immunization against Polio.

WHO REMEMBERS …... Gilooly’s farm, Boksburg Lake, Zoo Lake, Florida Lake, Wemmer Pan - Wembly stadium Ice rink , The Wilds, The Snake Park, Melville swimming Pool, Hillbrow Indoor Pool (at the Summit Club), and the Squash courts there, Brixton Swimming Pool, Rand Show/Skou, Milner Park, Tower of Life.

THE ELLERINE brothers, Sidney (O”h) and Eric

RESORTS. Lover’s Rock in the Magaliesberg, Little Roseneath (Ndaba, Fourways). Margo’s (where the bands all played on a Sunday afternoon. I think it was near Bapsfontein). And lazy days sitting on top of the Wilds, admiring the Flora and Fauna and watching the world go by (not today!) Linksfield Ridge.

ADVERTS.. Mac Phails - Mac won’t phail you

NAMES CHANGES Jan Smuts Airport – O.R Tambo , Halfway House - Midrand, Verwoerdburg – Centurion,. Hendrik Verwoerd Drive - Bram Fischer Drive, Hans Strydom Drive Malibongwe, DF Malan - Beyers Naudé, Harrow Rd - Joe Slovo Drive - , Sandown Square - Nelson Mandela Square. Transvaal – Gauteng, Eastern Transvaal – Mapumelanga. Warmbaths - Bela Bela, Pietersburg - Polakwane

NEWSPAPERS/magazines Rand Daily Mail. Die Vaderland, Die Beeld, The Star (still going strong) Sunday Express, Sunday Times AND Back Page of the Sunday Times… Scope Magazine

I thought I’d end off with a little song ………………….. anyone want to sing along? You all know Sarie Marais? Here we go. Een, twee, drie……..

My Sarie Marais is so ver van my hart,

Maar’k hoop om haar weer te sien,

Sy het in die wyk die Mooirivier gewoon,

Nog voor die oorlog het begin.

O bring my t’rug na die ou Transvaal,

daar waar my Sarie woon

daar onder in die mielies by die groen doringboom

Daar woon my Sarie Marais.

Lekker Bly Skatties, and Alles van die Beste.

Anne Lapedus (Brest)

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DISCLAIMER. This article has been written from my memories of S.Africa from 48 years ago, and if a Shul, or Hotel, or a Club is not mentioned, it doesn’t mean that they didn’t exist, it means, simply, that I don’t remember them. I can’t add them in, either, because then the article would not be “My Memories” any more.

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It was a good week to test your view of New York — the 1990s Bohemia presented in Rent Live on Fox (which was largely Rent Recorded), or the grittier view expressed by the city’s teenagers in “Generation NYZ,” part of Ping Chong’s Undesirable Elements series at LaMaMa? How about by the African-American playwrights of the Fire this Time Festival? The truth is, in some ways, all of these share the sardonic and romantic view of the city by Rodgers and Hart in the 1920s, as presented by Santino Fontana as part of the Lyrics and Lyricists series at the 92nd Street Y? (It’s very fancy on old Delancey Street, you know/The subway charms us so.)

Week in New York Theater Reviews and Previews

Generation NYZ

To the seven young performers who tell the stories of their lives in “Generation NYZ,” New York means subways and pizza and opportunity, but also cops and catcalling and homelessness.

They are all New Yorkers, but — as they recount for us over the course of 70 increasingly engaging minutes — either they or their parents or grandparents came from somewhere else. They tell, in other words, the story of New York, and of America.

.@BrandonVDixon, national treasure.#RentLive pic.twitter.com/RFzZ8ROjeq

— New York Theater (@NewYorkTheater) January 28, 2019

Rent Live

I had worried that, in Rent Live, Fox television would ruin Jonathan Larson’s musical about bohemian life in the East Village of the 1980s by bowdlerizing it. I felt it worth watching anyway because its cast of celebrated young screen stars and recording artists would make the most of the catchy tunes.

As it turns out, it wasn’t the redacted content but rather a bad break and a series of poor choices that made “Rent” disappointing. And though the cast was clearly full of talent, only a few standouts brought it home in any memorable way. Brandon Victor Dixon, the one performer with the most live theater experience, floored us as Tom Collins,

We’ll Have Manhattan: Rodgers and Hart in New York

When at the age of 17 composer Richard Rodgers met 24-year-old lyricist Lorenz Hart in 1919, he instantly acquired “a career, a partner, a best friend and a source of permanent irritation.”

So Rodgers wrote, in one of the many tidbits Santino Fontana tells us in “We’ll Have Manhattan: Rodgers and Hart in New York,” Fontana’s celebration, as part of the 92ndStreet Y’s Lyrics & Lyricists series, of the hundredth anniversary of Rodgers and Hart’s partnership

God Said This

Leah Nanako Winkler was sitting on the couch in her mother’s hospital room in Kentucky while her mother was undergoing chemotherapy for a form of cancer called carcinosarcoma, when the playwright started writing what became God Said This. “It just came out.”

The play, now on stage at the Cherry Lane Theater through February 15, revolves around Masako, a Japanese-born mother who is undergoing chemotherapy for carcinosarcoma, and explores the effect of her illness on her family.

The Fire This Time Festival

Over the past decade, the annual festival, created to showcase early-career playwrights of African and African-American descent, has presented some of the first New York plays of such now-celebrated writers as Katori Hall (known for such later works as The Mountaintop and Our Lady of Kibeho), Dominique Morisseau (Pipeline, Skeleton Crew and the book for the forthcoming Broadway musical “Ain’t Too Proud”), and Jocelyn Bioh (School Girls or the African Mean Girls Play) .

This year’s offerings are not particularly political, although they do touch (often obliquely) on issues as varied as gentrification, immigration, protest, feminism, homophobia, and affirmative action.

Ruthie Ann Miles as Immigration Judge Craig Zerbe

The Courtroom

Elizabeth Keathley moved to the United State from the Philippines, married an American, and three years later registered to vote, even though she was not yet a citizen. As a result, the government ordered her deported.

“The Courtroom”is a re-enactment by Waterwell theater company of her deportation proceedings, using the transcript as edited by Arian Moayed, directed by Waterwell’s artistic director Lee Sunday Evans, with Ruthie Ann Miles as Immigration Judge Craig Zerbe, and Kathleen Chalfant as Chief Judge Frank H. Easterbrook for the U.S. Court of Appeals for the Seventh Circuit. The play is being presented for free through February 1 in a series of court-like settings

Red State Blue State

Near the end of Colin Quinn’s stand-up comedy, which promises to “lay bare the absurdities…on both sides of the political divide,” the Saturday Night Live alumnus manages to insult every single state of the union…It’s a baffling routine, almost tedious and even tacky…emblematic of Quinn’s enterprise….hit or miss and a missed opportunity.

Week in New York Theater News

Alanis Morissette

Anais Mitchell

Melissa Etheridge

Michael Jackson

“Jagged Little Pill” is coming to Broadway. The musical by Alanis Morissette @based on her 1995 album, put together after she was robbed at gunpoint. will open sometime in Fall, 2019, directed by Diane Paulus, who directed it for the American Repertory Theater last year. Cast, dates and specific theater to be determined.

When it opens on Broadway April 17, @Hadestown will feature the same cast that just appeared in London’s @NationalTheatre: left to r: @pagepatrick, #AmberGray, @Andre_DeShields, @EvaNoblezada @reevecarney pic.twitter.com/NgMmBsG3X4

— New York Theater (@NewYorkTheater) January 28, 2019

.@metheridge will provide the score to a musical based on the 1988 movie Mystic Pizza, the first time we noticed Julia Roberts! MT They are writing the script now and I am looking forward to getting to work on it pic.twitter.com/3xMQCAfJwa

— New York Theater (@NewYorkTheater) January 22, 2019

The Michael Jackson musical, @dontstoponbway (Don’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough) premieres Oct 29 – Dec at the James M. Nederlander Theatre (@broadwaychicago) before a 2020 Broadway run. Book by @Lynnbrooklyn ! Music by the King of Pop pic.twitter.com/jShiAsLdnk

— New York Theater (@NewYorkTheater) January 23, 2019

.@AudraEqualityMc & Michael Shannon will star in a revival of Terrence McNally’s Frankie and Johnny in the Clare de Lune @fandjbway . Starts in May, 2019 for 16 weeks at a Shubert theater on Broadway. Details to come pic.twitter.com/2gHdflj3SG

— New York Theater (@NewYorkTheater) January 23, 2019

Thanks @USPS for this new postage stamp of Broadway’s own Gregory Hines, Tony winner for “Jelly’s Last Jam.” He died in 2003 of cancer at age 57 pic.twitter.com/nbFRnATWel

— New York Theater (@NewYorkTheater) January 28, 2019

Finalists for the 2019 Susan Smith Blackburn Prize, honoring women playwrights

Jackie Sibblies Drury

Ella Dickson

Lily Padilla

Martyna Majok

Nina Raine

Ella Road

Heidi Schreck

Lauren Yee

Hilary Bettis (U.S.)- 72 miles to go…

Jackie Sibblies Drury (U.S.)- Fairview

debbie tucker green (U.K.)- ear for eye

Ella Hickson (U.K.)- The Writer

Martyna Majok (U.S.)- Sanctuary City

Lily Padilla (U.S.)- How to Defend Yourself

Nina Raine (U.K.)- Stories

Ella Road (U.K.)-The Phlebotomist

Heidi Schreck (U.S.)- What the Constitution Means to Me

Lauren Yee (U.S.)- Cambodian Rock Band

.@magicmikebway, a musical that’s touted as a prequel to the Magic Mike movies, Nov 30, 2019- Jan 5, 2020 @EmColonial in Boston prior to an expected Broadway run. Music by the Next to Normal team pic.twitter.com/JfC6gyXU3e

— New York Theater (@NewYorkTheater) January 24, 2019

the third annual WOW – Women of the World Festival. March 12-17@ApolloTheater “Performances, conversation, activism.”https://t.co/3x7F0eP5yM pic.twitter.com/1y10Y8S7I2

— New York Theater (@NewYorkTheater) January 24, 2019

House Seats, a series that’s part of @ThirteenWNET‘s forthcoming streaming service @AllArtsTV, will launch Feb 3 w/ screening of @TheaterofWar‘s #AntigoneinFerguson. I saw the play in a playground in Brownsville in 2017, & wrote about it for @HowlRound:https://t.co/iDapHiXSxP pic.twitter.com/fYEnCiOYCp

— New York Theater (@NewYorkTheater) January 24, 2019

Applications to compete in the 2019 @RogerReesAwards for Excellence in Student Performance are being accepted until Feb 4 at https://t.co/gAN1zmqZBa pic.twitter.com/t6dFM5X7gv

— New York Theater (@NewYorkTheater) January 24, 2019

What Should We Do About Scandalous Artists? Accusations of misconduct against beloved creators are changing the way we think about genius

today as in the past, one of the most visible ways that our culture negotiates changing ideas about morality is by thinking about art and artists. Is an artist’s work tainted by his personal wrongdoing? Should we give honor and respect to people who excel in their art but are deficient in what we consider ordinary morality? These questions have been at the heart of modern thinking about art since the 19th century; but since the advent of the #MeToo movement, they have begun to receive new kinds of answers.

if Oscar Wilde’s case were being tried today, he might once again be widely scorned—not because the prostitutes he patronized were male, but because they were young, poor and powerless. The hostile gossip that surrounded him at the time, English critic Kate Hext writes, “would be nothing compared to the long lenses and comments section of Daily Mail Online, or the verdicts of social media.”

REST IN PEACE

RIP Kaye Ballard, 93, Broadway veteran (The Golden Apple, Carnival, The Pirates of Penzance), familiar face on TV, funny lady. She was impersonating Maurice Chevalier at age 5)https://t.co/6cMmnOm1ji pic.twitter.com/yfSs5MZk1L

— New York Theater (@NewYorkTheater) January 22, 2019

RIP JoJo Smith, 80, Broadway veteran, dancer and choreographer. @msdebbieallen‘s teacher, #JohnTravolta‘s dance consultant on #saturdaynightfever pic.twitter.com/URzdmuj9D2

— New York Theater (@NewYorkTheater)

RIP JoJo Smith, 80, Broadway veteran, dancer and choreographer. @msdebbieallen‘s teacher, #JohnTravolta‘s dance consultant on #saturdaynightfever pic.twitter.com/URzdmuj9D2

— New York Theater (@NewYorkTheater) January 28, 2019

Rockers on Broadway: Alanis, Anaïs, Melissa and Michael Jackson. New York on Stage: Rent, Generation NYZ, Rodgers and Hart. #Stageworthy News of the Week It was a good week to test your view of New York -- the 1990s Bohemia presented in Rent Live on Fox (which was largely Rent Recorded), or the grittier view expressed by the city's teenagers in "Generation NYZ," part of Ping Chong's Undesirable Elements series at LaMaMa?

#Alanis Morisette&039;s Jagged Little Pill coming to Broadway #Magic Mike coming to Broadway #Michael Jackson musical coming to Broadway #scandalous artists #Susan Smith Blackburn finalists #Women of the Wolrd Festival

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Trans headcanons for hogwarts

-Hermione Granger isn’t able to get into the first year dorm on her first night and spends the night crying until George Weasley comes down to the commons to see her. -He explains in a soft tone that he understands how she’s feeling and together they go knocking on McGonnagall’s bedroom door because she needs somewhere to sleep dammit. -McGonnagall apologizes to the young girl right away and it takes the rest of the night to get the girl’s dorm to accept her. -Hannah Abbott and Hermione form a secret group for transgirls and occasionally they have a meet up with George’s transboy group. They all have secret badges. -The next year they’re ready for any new trans kids and the two groups merged together so its just the SOTANGS(society of trans and nongender specifics). -When Lockheart refers to George as a she all hell breaks loose. The fanclub of Lockheart grows to near nonexistent by the time the dueling club is started up. -Colin Creevey comes out to SOTANGS when someone steals his hormone blockers. -The person receives hell and is shunned by the entire school for the rest of the year. -They don’t come back the next year. -Speaking of year three, SOTANGS is growing larger and they need to find a new classroom. -Colin discovers the Room of Wishes Granted, as he calls it -The room gives everything from pamphlets to stuffing and binders, packers and tucking underwear. -George starts testosterone therapy at the end of the year -Year four has SOTANGS gaining honorary members from dumstrang and beaubaxton. -A GSA is created and Cedric and Cho come out as bi and ace, respectively. -Luna stumbles into a SOTANGS meeting after hearing about it from Ginny. -Susan Bones becomes Stanley Bones and later starts a drag club. -Charlie bursts in one day in full drag but like, as a dragon. Dragon Shows -Viktor Krum shows Hermione a spell to help her enlarge her breasts over the summer. -Year Five has SOTANGS and the DA basically being the same thing except Harry is fucking oblivious. -Umbridge misgenders a third year and has them write "i am a boy, i am doing this for attention" with a blood quill. George develops a skin cream that helps heal scar wounds, one that will later become the basis for top surgery scar removal. -Harry is literally so oblivious, honestly bless him. -I hate Umbridge and she steals kids trans gear -Basically Umbridge deserved death -Painful death 6th year is when Hermione starts HRT and Ron finds out, he literally looks at hermione and just *shrugs* -"okay still a girl though yeah?" -ron -WWW has all trans things needed(including magical binders for guys that had larger breasts) -Lavender misgenders Hermione and George in the same breath and Ginny fucking decks her -Slughorn just not giving a shit and properly addresses everyone -Draco figures out he's gay because he tried kissing Pansy and that was gross but holy shit Blaise. -Blaise basically wins over the entire school with how hot they are **HC AUTHOR NOTE** Please skip this section if abuse and torture trigger you. I'm not joking, in case you haven't noticed the Carrow twins are fucking horrible and they're about to get worse. -any SOTANGS kids who didn't go to Hogwarts this year had it easy -all HRT and T was confiscated -binders/tuckers/packers/stuffers(idk what transgirls call them someone send help) were burned -if anyone was caught using the "wrong"(see: misgendering assholes) pronouns was tortured for an hour -most moved into the room of requirement(wishes granted) pretty quickly - the carrows did a lot of horrible shit -one kid died because the carrows tortured him for a full day -kids were ordered to report if someone used the "wrong pronouns" -that actually happened only once. -Due to the war, George didn’t get to have top surgery while Fred was alive. -Colin never got to be in his perfect body. -Over half of SOTANGS was lost. -But the group continues and merges with the GSA. -Teddy and Victorie head the group as the androgynous duo. -Roman comes to his mother two weeks before he’s due to start school and asks her mom to call her Rose. -Everyone accepts the change without a big fuss. -Rose is still her Uncle Percy’s favorite, much to Ron’s dismay.

#harry potter #hermione granger #george weasley #fred weasley #weasleys #colin creevy #teddy lupin #victorie weasley #percy weasley #rose weasley granger #ron weasley #gilderoy lockhart #trans #queer #drag #trans character #trans headcanons #battle of hogwarts #all your favs are trans

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reflectivejourneycontinued2-blog · 8 years ago

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Moving Image Tasks

My approach to moving image

To a certain extent I agree with Susan Sontag’s opinion of “Photographs may be more memorable than moving images, because they are a neat slice of time, not a flow”, because I would consider my 30 second moving image an introduction to my brief rather than the main part of my project.

However, I feel that Purcell’s opinion of “the dichotomy commonly set up between the still and moving image is misleading” is correct, because even though I have come into this project thinking that my moving image is just a side piece, if I use it to accompany my work I can fill the gap between to two different ways of working, and it could improve my work rather than being alienated from it.

With this is mind, I am going to use my moving image as a 30 second incite into my relationship with Eliza. I plan on using a similar technique to that of my photography, working with light to create bright images. And also working with depth of field, and other techniques such as making the moving image move from in focus, to out of focus. I will shoot my moving image as I photograph.

I’m unsure on how to approach the sound, in an ideal world I would love to crate a 30 second piece of music using guitar. This piece would be soft to accompany the visuals, and entirely instrumental. Inspiration for this comes from Pink Floyd’s ‘Wish You Were Here’ and Explosions in the sky’s ‘The Earth Is Not a Cold Dead Place’. However I’m not the most talented musician, so this might no be possible and I might have to just use sounds from around the flat.

How do photographer’s approach moving image?

Henrik Knudsen. (Burnham Niker)

Link: https://www.burnham-niker.com/artists/henrik-knudsen/#moving-image,i=5393

In Henrik’s short moving image pieces for Bombay Sapphire, he using a stop motion animation technique to speed the image up, and keep the view interested, whilst still showing the whole process of how the cocktail is made.

He’s used colour tones which match the blues and white on the Bombay Sapphire bottle and logo, which make the moving image look calm and appealing. The audio he’s used has also been well thought about, because it helps the stop motion imagery moving in a smooth way.

He’s also filmed the moving image pieces in a social setting, which looks slightly upmarket. Somewhere like a cocktail bar. This gives the impression that Bombay Sapphire is a drink which is to be enjoyed in a classy setting, this is backed up buy the clothing the bartender is wearing.

Sophie Ebrard – ‘My Perfect’ Volkswagen. (Wyatt-Clarke+Jones)

Link: http://wyattclarkejones.com/film/# (Fourth Film)

This short film starts by showing a woman sat in the passenger seat of her car, reading a book. The shot is very peaceful, with bright, inviting tones which are very similar to show Sophie Ebrard shoots her photography work. This is a good example of how a photographer has transferred her photography skills to her moving image work.

In the second shot, it shows a little girl in the back seat of a VW, and again works with the bright colours. And again with the third scene, there is the same tonal range, however the location has changed, and now there is a man in the driver’s seat looking very proud of his now car. This is the theme throughout the film, Sophie has directed the film in such a way that every actor in the film looks very content or happy with the car they have purchased.

The other thing I noticed with this film is that there isn’t a full shot of a car until the final scene, where the slogan ‘There’s a Volkswagen for everyone’ pops up in the middle of the shot. And in the earlier shot’s all the focus is on the models. I believe this has been done so that the viewer can imagine what it might be like to own a Volkswagen.

I also noticed on the Wyatt-Clarke+Jones website that they state all artists create motion content as well as stills. Which really hits home the importance of learning how to create film as well as stills!

Chelsea Bloxsome – Merry Christmas. (horton’s short’uns)

Link: https://vimeo.com/184325231 (video). http://www.hortonsshortuns.com/ (hoxton’s short’uns site)

Chelsea’s 2015 Christmas video works with stop motion again, but in a different way to Henrik. In this video the camera say’s at a bird’s eye view the entire video and she add’s little bits of Christmassy food’s and flavouring’s to create an image of a Christmas tree.

She creates this image very quickly, it only takes 8 seconds in the video, but the way she shoot’s and edit’s it is very smooth. I think the technique she uses is to take lots and lots of still images, in the sequence of her adding the little bits, which she then puts together and speeds up in an editing software like premier pro.

For background noise, Chelsea has gone for an uplifting sound, rather than sounds to accompany her video, which works well. And when I first viewed the video it seems that the little bits were coming into frame in time with the music.

For the outro Chelsea continues with stop motion, making snowflakes appear then disappear, until the message behind the video is left on the screen, which reads ‘Merry Christmas’.

A Very Successful Business’s - Memoirs of a Geezer: Episode 2. (hungerTV)

Link: http://www.hungertv.com/feature/memoirs-geezer-episode-2/

Memoirs of a Geezer is a 5 part short film series, during which they follow a London cabbie around as he embarks on a new activity each episode. I’m choosing to focus on episode 2 because I find it hilarious.

The episode starts off the same as the other 5, it shows the cabbie played by Colin Newell, putting something in the boot of his cab. It then goes into a close up shot of his eyes, whilst he is driving the cab, with classical music playing softly in the background.

It carries on with a series of close ups, him using his indicator and changing gear. All of these shots give the impression that the episode is going to be serious. However I feel like they have utilized the space available to them well, considering they only have the front of the cab.

In the background the same classical music is playing, however the cabbie has now starting narrating about his day over the top. The cabbie explains that he picked up a tourist, and that a packet of crisps the tourist was eating caught his interest. This is represented by the camera cutting between shots of the cabbies eyes and the packet of cheesy wotsits.

Then there is a slight change in shot, the cabbie is now sitting in the back of his can, eyeing a wotsit romantically. The music has also changed slightly, to a slower more romantic classical soundtrack. The camera man uses depth of field, to change the focus from the wotsit to the cabbie, just before he starts to eat the crisp. As he eats the crisp, they cut to a shot of his fist tightening in pleasure at the taste of the crisp, after this they cut back to his face which is showing an expression of pure joy. They then use a wide angled approach to capture the cabbie shovelling in handfuls of wotsits, whilst sitting amongst 10/15 packets of the cheesy delights.

For the outro to the sketch, there is a shot from the outside of the cab, and this finishes the sketch.

ITV – ‘Anticipation’ - Simon Stock. 2014. (Burnham Niker)

Link: https://www.burnham-niker.com/artists/simon-stock/#moving-image,i=4290

This short 30 second advert shows exactly what the title suggests, anticipation.

The advert is shot in slow motion, using close ups of peoples faces to show some intense emotion, ranging from uncontrollable excitement to absolute despair. There is football commentary playing in the background, which is off a different language, but the commentator is celebrating a goal being scored. There is also what I think is a piano and a violin playing a tune a little quieter underneath the commentator. This helps to add emotion to the advert.

Even though the actors are directly in front of the camera throughout this advert, it seems like none of them look directly into the camera, and if they do, it appears like they are looking straight through you, as if they are watching a TV. The advert also casts a diverse range of actors from young and old, to male and female and different nationalises. This could be to show that football is for everyone, and not just for males as the stereotype once was.

The last thing I’ve picked up on is the background. It’s mostly a dull grey, with a hint of light coming up from the bottom. It changes slightly throughout the advert, but for me the most noticeable change was how dark it is when it shows an actor being upset. This could just be a coincidence, but it could also be to show the pain the spectator could feel.

Roots and Culture: Jamaican Digital Art by Taj Francis. (hungerTV)

Link: http://www.hungertv.com/feature/roots-and-culture-jamaican-digital-art-by-taj-francis/

My final piece of moving image I’m going to analyse is by Taj Francis. This piece of work is different to the other 5 that I’ve research because this isn’t a type of film, it’s more of an animation, almost like a gif. In his work he animates certain parts of the image, such as the colours or hair, or by placing objects into the background that move slightly.

His work instantly caught my eye, equally as much as the rest of the moving images that I’ve research if not more, because of the excellent use of colour and shape and it’s psychedelic nature. He works with wavy movements and bright colours in a way that reminds me of Pink Floyd or Tame Impala. Going forward with my own work, I feel like it would be difficult for me to incorporate this kind of moving image into this brief. However in the future I would love to learn how to do this kind of work.

Summary

Researching these 6 films has been a massive eye opener for me, because going through the 6 websites provided, every one with the exception of AOP, has put a lot of importance into moving image and there are very few photographers on these websites that only shoot photography. It is clear to me, that to be very successful in this industry this is a skill I am going to have to learn!

Also, there is a moving image series by Gary Salter that he did for Sky, where he works with freezing the models and everything they are doing, and he continues to move around in the camera. This fascinated me, because I have no idea how he did it! So this is something I need to look into. And whoever reads this, is you have any idea how he did it, please get in contact!! There’s a link to his work below.

http://garysalter.com/moving/2015/11/26/ol43pb7oh5o9qwjiyibk3gjjjtjqhc

Bibliography.

My approach to moving image.

- Sontag, S. (1973) On photography. New York: Farrar Strauss And Giroux.

- Purcell KW (2010) Adventures in motion pictures Eye Magazine Number 77

Accessed at http://www.eyemagazine.com/feature/article/kerry-william-purcell

How do photographer’s approach moving image?

- Bombay Sapphire Compilation. Henrik Knudsen. Burnham Niker, Web. <https://www.burnham-niker.com/artists/henrik-knudsen/#moving-image,i=5393>.

-﷒ 'My Perfect' Volkswagen. Sophie Ebrard. Wyatt-Clarke+Jones, 2015. Web. <http://wyattclarkejones.com/film/#>.

-﷒ Merry Chrismas. Chelsea Bloxsome. Horton's Short'uns, 2015. Web. <https://vimeo.com/184325231 & http://www.hortonsshortuns.com/>.

-﷒ Memoirs of a Geezer: Episode 2. A Very Successful Business. Studio Yes. Colin Newell and Mark Sweet. HungerTV. Web. <http://www.hungertv.com/feature/memoirs-geezer-episode-2/>.

-﷒ ITV World Cup 'Anticipation'. Simon Stock. Burnham Niker, 2014. Web. <https://www.burnham-niker.com/artists/simon-stock/#moving-image,i=4290>.

-﷒ Taj Francis. "Roots and Culture: Jamaican Digital Art by Taj Francis." HUNGER TV. 2016. Web. <http://www.hungertv.com/feature/roots-and-culture-jamaican-digital-art-by-taj-francis/>.

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Chapter 3

Henry got up early and searched online for a quiet place to train. He found a park not far from his hotel and as soon as he came out the door he started running. The streets were full of people in a hurry to get somewhere and he had to dodge several passers-by who didn’t even notice his presence. It was better that way and a few minutes later he arrived at the park.

It was a school day so no children were there playing, so Henry ran for more than an hour until he had trouble breathing and had to stop in a barely traveled area. Resting his hands on his knees he breathed deeply several times until his pulsations began normalizing. The morning was cold again but at least it didn’t looki like it was going to rain, although the atmosphere was still humid. For the young man it was a perfect day because he could breath fresh air in the middle of an almost empty park.

He stretched a little before getting cold, and when he walked back, he realized he had no fresh water with him. He needed to hydrate himself and decided to make a stop at the small restaurant where he had been before. Ten minutes after walking at a good pace he visualized the sign of the place, Ferguson’s, and went there. A part of him was happy to think of such a nice waitress who served him on his first day, and hoped to see her again. Her kind nature made him feel as if all his past had vanished. Stupid, of course, but he couldn’t explain it in any other way.

“Good morning, sir. How can I help you?” Susan, Celine’s co-worker, greeted him at the counter.

He hesitated about asking for the other waitress, but finally declined the idea. “Morning. I’ll have some coffee and french toast, please.”

“Right now, sweetheart.”

Henry looked around for her, thinking that she’d be in the kitchen or in a storage room, but she didn’t show up. She wasn’t there that day, and his morning did not improve as he thought it would when he made his way to the establishment.

“I believe this won’t be enough for a boy as big as you, my dear,” Susan said smiling. “But if you want something else, just let me know.”

“Thank you.”

Susan shared comments and laughter with some of her co-workers, but Henry chose to ignore what was happening around him. The training had been good for him but his body was still trying to recover from many injuries. So he had breakfast, paid and left a good tip, and walked out. All dressed in black sportswear he attracted enough attention because the garments stuck to his body defining his spectacular figure, and capturing many looks. A couple of teens even whistled at him in a flirting way, and Henry couldn’t help but smile a little while walking back.

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Studying and working was beginning to take its toll on Celine, and some days getting out of bed seemed an impossible mission. However, she worked hard to get something she loved and couldn’t relax for a second. Not even on weekends.

She promised Susan that they would get out but she didn’t feel strong enough for it.

With her elbows down against her small desk and her nose buried in books, Celine got startled by the knock on her door. She didn’t expect visitors, nor had she ordered food, and she had no pending delivery.

She got up reluctantly and put her glasses down on the table. She was numb because she had spent most of the night studying and didn’t even realize it was daylight.

“Who is it?” She asked before opening.

She didn’t get an answer. She wanted to ask again louder, but whoever was at the other side of the door was not going to reply her. She didn’t want to open in case it was Colin with some of his mysterious adventures going on.

“Colin, if it’s you, you need to leave. Please.” Again the silence for an answer and from her lips escaped a long sigh. “Okay, whatever.” She didn’t hear any noise and finally opened the door. She looked at both sides of the corridor and saw no one, but she did find something.

“You have to be kidding me.” She reached down and picked up the red rose and the envelope that was laying on the floor. Closing the door she smelled the flower a moment before setting it down on the small table in front of the couch. Her name was written on the envelope and nothing more, and although she suspected what it was, she was curious.

My beloved Celine,

You may not stop insisting that our relationship is over but I believe that’s not the case. It is possible that you’re going through a hard time in your life, and you think the best thing is to get away from me, but I promise you that you’re making a serious mistake. If being alone will help you then you have no idea of what I’m capable of doing for you, my sweet Celine.

You blame me for loving you like no one else has ever done, and you fear me because you think I’m crazy. Well, that’s what love is, Celine, giving everything for the other person. It’s something that I have done from the beginning but you have not proved the same to me at any time. I am saddened by your attitude but I know that I can make you change your mind, in fact, I will get you to see me as I really am. And only then you will be able to accept that you feel the same for me, and that you’ve been stupid for denying something that was so obvious. I don’t pretend to be disrespectful but you know that I’m right, and I will make sure to make you happy for the rest of my life.

Love you.

Colin.

Celine crumpled the paper and tossed it into the trashcan. She was furious and very disappointed because that man was proving to be a spoiled child unable to accept that there would never be a serious relationship between them. It wasn’t just an innocent obsession. No, now Colin was going further, behaving like a mad man, and that scared her.

She even thought about going to the police and filing a complaint against him, but would it help?

Needless to say, Celine was unable to concentrate on her studies that morning. She was so mad that being locked inside those four walls was too much, and she needed fresh air. She got into the shower, dressed in jeans and a thick sweater, and grabbed her jacket before leaving. She wanted to cry, scream, laugh and hit something, all at the same time. She even cursed the day she met Colin and thought he was a nice guy.

It was cold but she didn’t even notice it, she was so pissed that could only think about that absurd letter. Who did he think he was to try to manipulate her in that way? Things had already gone too far and Celine wouldn’t let that madman to ruin her life.

There was a nearby forest that connected to the park and walked over there. It was a quiet place where she could walk around and try to calm down, because she was fed up with so many stupid things. She was already too tired and stressed with work and studies, but having to endure Colin’s idiocies was causing her a headache.

The park was on the other side of the dense trees, and Celine was relieved to hide behind them in the wooded area. There, the plants grew wild unlike the ones the gardeners took care of in the park, but she always enjoyed more strolling through nature than a perfectly maintained park. There she was able to walk and try to forget the new problem that had arisen in her life.

What if he followed her back home again?

What if he showed up at the restaurant to set up a scene?

What if he went to college to cause her more problems?

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It was getting dark when Henry left the hotel to go for dinner and to keep exploring the nearest areas of the city.

He decided not going to Ferguson’s because he didn’t want to raise suspicions, so he bought something to eat and enjoyed his dinner while strolling. There were more people on the streets and the pubs and clubs were full. So much that people queued at the doors waiting to come in. Some of them would not even get it, but hope is the last thing that gets lost.

“Hi, handsome, are you coming with us?” Some girls asked him when he passed by. “We’d have a great time.”

“No, thanks. On another occasion maybe.” He replied smiling.

“Your lost.” And they laughed.

It was always flattering that younger girls were interested in him, but flirting was not within his plans. At least not yet. If he was in Glasgow was to hide, and he really did not know very well how long he would stay there. It could be weeks, months or years, but at some point he’d change his mind and city. He would even change country.

Dinner was over more than half an hour ago but he was still walking because the night was not so cold and it didn’t look like it was going to rain. He was very close to the park where he had been training, and it was then that he realized that on the other side was a huge and thick forest that stretched like a separation fence. He didn’t notice at first because it was very dark. The park lights weren’t enough to see beyond, but Henry thought that taking a look wouldn’t be a bad idea. It was secluded in plain sight, perhaps ideal for a possible hiding place in an emergency situation. Because the more he knew about the area, the more advantage he’d have over his possible pursuers.

Before crossing he took a long detour. He walked into the park as if he were going to take an innocent walk under the stars, but after making sure there were no passers-by, he decided to cross the imaginary fence until he reached the other side.

“This is not bad.” He muttered after shaking off the small dry leaves stuck in his jacket.

Darkness enveloped everything and only the bright stars in the clear sky provided enough light to see where he was going. The trees were ancient and very robust. They probably had been there longer than the city itself and there was no sign that the area had many visitors. Forests often frighten people, as if hiding a great danger only capable of attacking when one walks into it.

He kept walking until he reached an open area. The nocturnal animals were heard more clearly than before, but Henry did not care. There were no records of wild animal attacks so there was nothing to fear. He looked around and saw there was a particular place where he could hide a vehicle without anyone finding it easily.

“Yeah, a perfect escape plan.”

Instead of inspecting it, he went away, preferring to return when it was daylight to make sure it was a good choice. Besides, there were too many people on the streets, and within a few hours they would be so drunk to decide perhaps that going to the forest to continue drinking was a good idea. Then they’d see him and the questions would began, and the last thing he needed was for his hiding place to be discovered so soon. Or worse, that it became a meeting point for wild parties.

He was already heading back to the park when he heard something. A weak crying coming from not far from where he was. He ignored it at first and kept on his way, but the closer he got, the clearer he heard it. Someone else was there and he grabbed his weapon in case he had to take care of a stranger who could have followed him. Or worse, a professional killer sent to kill him.

He was moving in silence, controlling his footsteps to not make any noise that might alert the intruder of his presence. If there was something he knew to do very well was to hide his trail, and approaching silently was essential. His finger was on the trigger, caressing it gently and waiting to use it when the time came. There was no silencer on the weapon but in such a remote place no one would hear the shot enough to warn the authorities. Also, if he had to get rid of a corpse, he was in a very sutiable place for it. It was after midnight and he could dig a hole deep enough so the body wasn’t found in at least a week. That would give him the time to pick up his things and leave the country before anyone could relate him to the murder.

However, what he saw on the other side of the dense trees was not a spy or a murderer, rather something that surprised him.

A girl.

Actually, a girl he already knew.

He hesitated between walking away or letting himself be seen, but he had no choice when she realized someone else was there.

“Hello? Who is it?” She asked scared.

Henry rolled his eyes because he hadn’t been careful, and he had no option but to get out.

“Who are you?”

“I’m sorry, I did not mean to scare you.” The young woman’s eyes were irritated and she still looked scared. “I was strolling and I heard someone.”

The young girl nodded and wiped the tears from her cheeks. She was trying to hide the fact that she had been crying, but Henry wasn’t going to discuss it either. “You scared me. There are not many people who usually come here for a walk,” she said jokingly. “I guess that’s why I come often.”

“I get it. I’m leaving.” He turned to disappear into the darkness but she stopped him.

“Wait! Do we know each other?”

“I don’t know.” He answered by playing dumb. With the amount of customers she attended in the restaurant, it wouldn’t have been a surprise if she didn’t remember him.

“Yes, of course I know you. You’ve come to the restaurant a few times. Ferguson’s, that’s where I work.” They looked at each other for a second and Henry nodded. “How did you find this place? There are not many people who know about it, and those who have ever been don’t come back frequently.”

“I was strolling, that’s all.”

“Yeah, hope I didn’t spoil your stroll.”

“Of course not.”

“I’m Celine. Celine Beckett.” She held out her hand and he reached out to shake it. The softness of her skin against his was a sensation Henry was not used to. And he liked it.

“Henry Walker.”

“Nice to meet you, Henry.”

“Likewise, Celine.”

#Red Target

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