A mosque and brightly coloured houses in Bo Kaap (Upper Cape Town)
Enjoy a super day.
It is strange how a small momento suddenly discovered in a box after having been, shall we say out of sight, for a decade or more can bring back memories of long long ago. After matriculating I went to the army for a year and after being demobilised I voluntarily joined a university citizen force unit to keep my interest in military matters alive and up to date. My full time service was in the artillery where I was trained as a gunner and passed a non-commissioned and a commissioned officer courses. The citizen unit I joined while at university was an artillery intelligence unit so I moved away from the guns. During my eleven years with this unit I moved through the ranks and had the joy of being battery sergeant-major for many years. Upon my relocating from Stellenbosch to Pretoria I had to bid this rank reluctantly farewell and join the commissioned officers ranks as a lieutenant until two years later I was placed on the officers reserve list.
Top the cap badge of the South African artillery 1958, bottom the rank insignia of a sergeant-major.
Top the beret badge worn by the 1st Locating Battery and below the rank insignia of a lieutenant.
I guess one can truly say memories are made of objects like this. Enjoy a super day of rest.
Not seen in our neck of the woods, but during a brief visit to Somerset West I was blessed with an opportunity to capture this Bushdove. It was a fast shoot of three frames but the second and third frames missed the dove as it flew off in a hurry. The Bushdove is also our largest dove.
Have a super day.
Having moved so often from one city to another due to my past diplomatic career there are strangely enough a box or two that has never been unpacked for years. During the past week I ventured and unpacked one. Needless to say 99% were thrown out as junk, but there were a few items of nostalgic importance I kept due to its personal memories of importance to me personally. Amongst these was a match box from my days as ambassador in the then Zaïre (1989 to 1993) now the Democratic Republic of the Congo (for Democratic read what ever joke you can think of). During my five years there I faced the army and the police in road blocks trying their best to solicit bribes for one or other infraction of non-existing laws ranging from taking photos because there was a camera in the car to brand new tyres lacking tread or not indicating turning usually to the right when one was traveling straight. Enjoying diplomatic status I usually peeved them off or sometimes gave them a bottle or two of beer which we kept in supply in our cars for such occasions. Oh, it was five years of the survival life which made simple living a challenge and exiting, especially when the army went into payment revolt a number of times and to such a degree that the evacuation of dependents and non-essential personnel became an immediate priority.
A momento of nostalgia.
I may mention these matches were not that safe as claimed on the box. Another blog of way back time’s nostalgia to follow, but really way way back.
Enjoy a great evening before the start of the new week.