Not killing mother

In December 1999, I spent my last Christmas with my father.  Three days earlier, we'd bade my mother a final farewell.  As I've probably said before, her death was a shock.  Six weeks prior, she'd had surgery.  By all accounts, it was successful although the procedure meant a protracted stay in hospital.  Cleared of nasties, … Continue reading Not killing mother

What’s in a name?

What's in a name? You may well ask. My parents rarely, if ever actually called me "Fiona", even though it was the name they chose for me.  My father only ever used my given name if he was getting serious about something. For years I loathed it. Why? Thank you for asking. But first: They … Continue reading What’s in a name?

Dad’s Famous Tattie Scones

Other than beer, there were three things that my Dad cooked.  One was stovies, another soda scones and the third, tattie scones.  My mother claimed she couldn't bake anything, let alone scones.  Realistically though, neither of these scones were never baked - baking happens in the oven, right?  Rather, they are cooked on a girdle … Continue reading Dad’s Famous Tattie Scones

The big (beer) bang

I must have been seven or eight.  We had been away for the weekend.  I don’t recall the reason.  I suspect it was the annual trip to the agricultural show at Gonubie outside East London (South Africa).  For a number of years after we moved to Grahamstown, this was a regular thing.  Dad judged the … Continue reading The big (beer) bang

Those Ice Cream Days

Summer's heading our way.  Although it doesn't feel like it today as a galeforce wind howls around the house.  Having a foretaste of summer earlier in the week, it feels as though winter's returned.  One of the things I really enjoy about summer is a frappé. No, not the Greek one, but the one that, … Continue reading Those Ice Cream Days

Trippin’ out

In the last five or so months I've ventured no further than the top of the Road to Nowhere.  That was two weekends ago when we braved the cold and took a drive to see winter's last farewell (we hope). Having spent a large proportion of my working life on aeroplanes and living out of … Continue reading Trippin’ out

Granny’s Triffids

I must have been all of five years old when I learned about triffids.  Or so I thought.  They were in the new vegetable garden of the new house we'd moved into not long before Granny came to visit. Dad, the horticulturist he was, and having grown up with an alotment, composted the garden from … Continue reading Granny’s Triffids

Roads trips – a retrospective

Having grown up in a small town and in high school, having gone to boarding school in another town, road trips were commonplace.  There are, however, some trips that remain embedded in my memory.  The first that I really remember would have been in 1967.  It was the year after we arrived in South Africa … Continue reading Roads trips – a retrospective

Taking the Lead

This month's theme for the monthly top 3 contest on the Hive crypto-blogging blockchain was one that the team just must have known I couldn't pass up.  I started thinking about my selection the instant the post appeared on 1 July. I "compete" for fun I'm getting a little ahead of myself:  I always say … Continue reading Taking the Lead

Tuck shop tucker

At boarding school, there was really very little reason to go to the tuck shop.  We used to get sandwiches at break (for my US blogpals - mid-morning recess).  They were always brown bread and usually the freshest of soft fresh.  My favourites were egg.  I still love egg sandwiches.  When I make them, I … Continue reading Tuck shop tucker