This piece is raw and unedited. It was written straight from the heart. Truth And Love When I was a little girl, we had a black "houseboy" called John who cried when we left our home in Natal, to go to Cape Town. He had been my closest ally and loved us all … Continue reading Truth And Love
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A Poem To A Young Man Entering The Army
A Poem To A Young Man Entering The Army In South Africa Brother, for years we were told, But never really believed, That one day you, too, would have to join The long, frightened queue Of young men, new recruits of the Defence Force. The Organisation, so powerfully strong, Snatching, from our arms, … Continue reading A Poem To A Young Man Entering The Army
Treats And Truths Of Country Living
Our peaches are ripening! The bumblebees, and a little hand pollinating by feather, have done the trick. An exciting time in the rickety greenhouse on our organic acre in Berwickshire, UK. These are the treats of country living that are hard to beat, a blessing so much appreciated, especially when one pays such a high … Continue reading Treats And Truths Of Country Living
A Childhood In Photograph
I saw this picture yesterday, for the very first time. It was a complete surprise. It came in a little collection, that I had not been expecting. It is a photograph of myself, taken circa 1965, on a journey from Durban to Cape Town. A journey that, in more ways than one, was to … Continue reading A Childhood In Photograph
A Little Note For Readers
Dear Readers and Visitors to The Holly Tree Tales , A warm welcome to those visiting my site and I hope you are enjoying reading my Blog, as it builds a little at a time. This is just a brief note to say that it would be lovely to hear from you, if you would like … Continue reading A Little Note For Readers
A Little Silver Trunk of Life
From time to time, I receive messages from people around the world who have been helped, inspired, motivated or simply enabled to take another step through a challenging period in their lives, as they've heard bits of my story or read my words. We are each doing our best on this planet, and we are … Continue reading A Little Silver Trunk of Life
Swing Low, Sweet Chariot – A Motherhood Memory
"Swing low, sweet chariot ..." This picture ... me 'n my girl ... in the garden of the first home that we owned, where we spent many glorious hours in Nature together, had lots and lots of parties and get-togethers, with friends and family frequently coming to stay. The garden was a ''postage stamp", … Continue reading Swing Low, Sweet Chariot – A Motherhood Memory
The Gift Of A Mandela Book
As I glanced up to the top shelf, a book almost spoke to me to lift it down and open it ... this book ... "Mandela. My Prisoner, My Friend". I obeyed.
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