i had the opportunity and privilege to work with the sweetest old lady sorting books. she comes regularly and always has a smile and a cheerful word for all. the only thing is she suffers from alzheimers.
she chats away and does not realise she is telling what has already been told and forgets little things that need to be done,but no one realy minds.....it can happen to anyone.
it got me thinking about being able to recall things that have happened in my life, both good and bad.
growing up we had no television only radios.......not that we could not afford a t.v there was no television in south africa. we only got it in 1976. i remember sitting and watching the test pattern ...yes the test pattern.
what we did do growing up was listen to the radio...radio theatre and imagination..spending time with the family listening and talking.http://www.springbokradio.com/SPRINGBOKDIGITAL.html this radio station closed down many years ago but has been resurrected on the net and brings back those distant memories.
childhood fun of playing outside.riding bicycles and climbing trees. as young boys we played 'clay lats' you take a supple tree branch a metre long and as thick as your index finger. put a blob of clay on the end ,bring back over your shoulder and whip the stick forward sending the clay flying like a projectile to your intended target. endless fun. then when the fun of hitting tins wore off. teams..... and you guessed it...bruises and welts all over your body.
the games children play.
comming back to that special old lady, i am so gratful to be able to remember those moments and treasure them.for her hers are gone.
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