Writing your autobiography is a lot of fun but, oh dear, it does make you miss your parents a lot!
One of my fondest memories of my mom is from one night at home in Uitenhage, Eastern Cape, when I was a young teenager. All four of us kiddies had to go to bed at 8pm, like it or not! One night (at about 7.50pm) my mom told me to fetch my knitting. We never argued with her, oh no, and so off I went, a bit mystified.
When everyone else was in bed she told me to sit down with her next to the radio and she switched it on and tuned in to Springbok Radio. At 8pm a wonderful play came on.
We sat knitting and listening in a comforting, loving atmosphere until the play ended. I was given a kiss and a hug, and after many a “thank you, Mom” from me I went off to bed having spent one of the best nights of my life.
Sometimes it really is the small things in life we remember and cherish! MARIE DIXON, EMAIL