Monthly Archives: February 2014

The day of the fire…

There are some life stories that you don’t want to share, because it is painful, or because you don’t want people to know.  Some stories may cause hurt to other people. And therefore, out of respect for someone else you may choose not to tell.  But sometimes these stories pass their expiry date.  Sometimes the reason why you never told a story becomes irrelevant, for whatever reason. 

A few weekends ago, I attended a baby shower and was requested to bring along a baby picture of myself. Which I don’t have. I forgot about it anyway, but still… It made me realise that there are some of these stories that I have seldom told anybody.  And I decided that some of them are worth sharing.  For myself, for my kids, for other people.

Because, if there is one thing I believe, then it is that we are who we are because of what we choose to become.  Not as a result of our circumstances, but despite it.  One of the most pivotal moments in my life was an article I read when I was in primary school.  It was about two brothers.  The one was an alcoholic and the other a teetotaler (I didn’t even know what that was until then).  They were both asked why they were the way they are.  And their answers? Both of them said that is was because their dad was an alcoholic.  The alcoholic brother didn’t believe there was any other way he could turn out. And the teetotaler brother asked ‘what would you do if you had an alcoholic as a father?’

They both made their choice, but believed that it was their destiny.  That it was inevitable.  For me, it was a wow moment.  And I will never forget that.  Our history has a huge impact on what we are and who we become, but it doesn’t determine it. Our choices determine that. So, herewith a quote from the famed author J.K Rowling…

“It is our choices, Harry, that show us what we truly are, far more than our abilities.”  ~ J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

So maybe I will tell you about the day our family lost everything.  The day of the fire.

I cannot remember how I came to be six years old.  They say in the first few years of a child’s life, their memories are images, colour and senses.  No words.  I cannot remember a childhood home or a childhood bedroom with plush toys and pictures on the walls.  My parents moved a lot when I was little.  My mom recalls that I used to ask if we were moving, whenever they started packing to go on holiday.

I can remember some things.  I can remember living in a caravan park just outside Johannesburg when my sister was a baby (or maybe it was because my mom used to re-tell the story about the strange neighbour who meditated in his garden winter and summer, so often).

I can definitely remember living in Volksrust, where my parents managed a hotel, and I can remember making light fittings from wool, wrapped around balloons, which was then spray painted in bright colours.  What the occasion was, I cannot remember. Quite a nifty little craft, I thought.

I can remember living on a plot in Bloemfontein at one stage, in a house with a huge pantry and leather chairs that always smelled of Mr Min.  And there was a photo of me in a Little Red Riding outfit, which was apparently taken in Windhoek, where we lived there after my sister was born.  But I cannot place these memories in chronological order.  Things only started to flow chronologically when I started school.

I started school in Kimberley (yes, I know…by now you probably think I should include a map with this story, like those insert in books like Lord of the Rings or something).  We lived in a caravan park in Kimberley.  Quite a settled spot, I will have you know.  My dad proudly erected extensions onto the caravan, so my sister and I had the main caravan all to ourselves.  My mom and dad had their own bedroom.  There was even a lounge and a kitchen.  And a small garden.

Shortly after Christmas, the year before I started school, we were visited a neighbour in the park one evening.  The kids were playing and at one stage, I wanted to go and fetch something at home.  My mom was not keen for me to go out by myself, but I whined and begged (I wonder if I did the doggy face, like my daughter did when she was that age).  Eventually my mom got fed up and said that if I go back, I must stay there and go to bed.  So I gave up and sulked off, pretty upset with my mom.  Soon after that, one of the adults went outside for some fresh air.  And started screaming. “Ben, your caravan is on fire”.  Ben was my dad.  The place we called our house was on fire.  If I had actually gone home, I might have been trapped there.

RooikappieThe next hour is a blur in my mind.  Someone must have called the fire brigade.  But by the time they arrived at the park, on the outskirts of Kimberley, everything was reduced to ashes.  My mom and dad were rummaging through the ashes trying to save what they could.  There was a little christening bible of my sister’s.  Some photos in albums were only burnt on the edges (one of them of me in a Little Red Riding hood outfit).  But mostly there was nothing left.  No baby photos, no momentos.

The people from Kimberly opened their hearts and offered clothes, toothbrushes, a tent to stay in.  There was no insurance payout.  But our family managed to find our feet again.  Strangely, the thing that stands out about this time is my mom’s struggle to find me new school clothes, as I was so short. We found a rental apartment in the city centre, above my dad’s shop.  I went to school that January of 1978.  Life moved on.  Less than a year later we were on the move again.  This time to Phalaborwa.  A new era, a new school, a brother who was born in Phalaborwa.

For many years after that, I was scared of fire.  In fact, it was with the greatest joy that I first bought one of those candle lighters.  I still cannot work a normal lighter (which is maybe subconsciously one of the reasons I never started smoking).  My fingers are just too close to the fire!  I still have a fear nestled in me of losing everything. Whenever I have been in a bit of a financial pickle, I would wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat.  And I have this obsession with giving my girls a stable upbringing.  It would take a lot for me to uproot them.

The problem is, that I think so many of the things that made me successful in life, came from choices that I had to make in the face of adversity.  And some days I wonder whether this ‘easier life’ for my kids will give them the perseverance in life, which they will need to succeed.  I wonder how to teach them the ability to be grateful for things in life.  I make them wait.  I made them wait for their first phones.  I made my daughter pay off her BlackBerry when her old one was stolen.  Hopefully, that it will teach them appreciation.  Hopefully they can learn the value of earning your place in life.

My wish for them is that they too, can be ecstatic about buying their first car or their first house.  I wish that they will realise that life doesn’t owe them anything.  I wish for them to realise that the world is their oyster and that they can reach for the stars, but that nothing comes without hard work and effort.

That is all I can wish for.


Posted by on February 18, 2014 in Family


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2014…Friendship year!

This year I purposefully avoided making any New Year’s resolutions.

I have lots of plans, yes. And of course I have goals, like eating healthier, getting fit, losing weight, but really those are not NEW year’s resolutions, they are OLD year’s resolutions and constant goals. I have resolved to the fact that these will have to be something that I will have to strive for on an ongoing basis, sometimes with more success than other.

I would really like to do at least one overseas trip this year, preferably with my girls, but starting a new job soon, annual leave will be a scarce commodity, so I will have to see how things pan out.

I have made a decision though…

With my special friends Alicia and Annie

With my special friends Alicia and Annie

I am a really lucky girl. I have some fabulous friends. Old friends, new friends, friends that I can call at 12 at night and friends that I can always call on to join me for the theatre of live music concert. I have friends that will go hiking with me and friends that I can share a bottle of champagne with. I have friends that will quite willingly sit and listen to me complain about my life, my job and all the things that gets me down and there are friends that I can drag onto the dance floor with me at a party. I have friends that will try out a new restaurant with me and friends that will be willing to try out my kitchen experiments.

My 40th birthday party was a strange affair. I realised that every one of my friends have some connection with me, but put them all in a room together, and they’re an odd bunch. The only real connection that they all have is me.

With friends at my 40th

With friends at my 40th

And sometimes I find it difficult to get to all these friends. They are all so special to me, but it takes some effort to keep in touch with everyone. I am not a BIG group person. I prefer smaller groups of friends and treasure one on ones. There is nothing like sharing a glass on wine with a friend late into the night and having deep conversations. (Thinking about which, there is something I think I have done with most of my friends.)

And that is what I have decided this year. I am going to make sure that I do that more. That I arrange those special evenings and make sure I spend time with my friends. So, come hell or high water, this is going to be my friendship year. Rekindling old friendships, forging new friendship and sharing special moments and memories.

With Milady Retha

With Milady Retha

I believe that true friends are the essential to your overall happiness. My friends allow me to be myself, they will share many laughs with me and won’t complain if I cry on their shoulder.

So far, I ain’t doing too shabby. I have been to breakfast with an old friend (like a second mom), coffee with a friend who lives overseas, a birthday party and baby shower, dinner with a friend, Bruce Springsteen live concert with another, drinks with a friend and I have loads more lined up!

This year my only resolution is to stop saying let’s get together and then run off in a huff and forget about it, but to stop and set a time, a date, make a plan.

To many wonderful memories with friends!



Posted by on February 6, 2014 in About me, Passions


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