It may be cold and rainy here in England but the light – oh my, the late light! How disorientating it is – at 9 o’clock it was broad daylight and I thought it was still late afternoon! That is why I am only now getting down to doing my blog!
This morning Nicholas complained that I had not put nearly enough information about his mini-museum and took me on another expertly guided tour and filled my head with loads of detail about his favourite pieces. I am now way better informed about our family history, have been down the memory lane of our childhood and ventured into the traditional past of the Royal Family.
Nicholas is also a boff on the two World Wars and has researched information on our Great Uncles Mark and William Kenney who died serving in the First World War. We also have a third cousin – Cuthbert who died in Egypt in 1918. Nicholas was unable to source a photograph of his brother William who died in May 1917
Each of soldier has a memorial scroll such as this one for Mark Kenney.
Our great grandmother had a boarding house in Kimberley. Cecil John Rhodes was one of her guests. The story goes that he used to light his cigars with a ten pound note!
Great Granny Kenney received a medal because she was resident in Kimberley when it was under siege.
Here follows some photographs of some of Nicholas’s Royal Memorabilia.
Imagine sitting on this stool for the entire coronation service!
Although it is summer here in the Northern Hemisphere the weather in London was once again the same as it is in Wintery Cape Town so my summer dresses remained packed and I donned jeans and t-shirt and Nicholas drove me to my oldest friend Jenny in Bedfordshire.
Jen and I have been friends since we were seven years old. The friendship has survived in spite of the fact that for most of our lives we have lived miles away from each other. She moved away from Cape Town when her father was transferred to George and she was only 11 years old. Letters in our childish scrawl were erratically written, a few holiday spent together until we were sixteen and then a a brief loss of contact until I discovered where she was through a girl I met at college in Grahamstown. What a happy reunion when her parents drove her the 80 miles from Port Elizabeth to visit me and thereafter I spent the odd weekend with them when I could get an off weekend from TC.
I then returned to Cape Town and she moved to Johannesburg. An erratic correspondence continued until she came to study at UCT for a year just as I was on the brink of divorce from my first husband. How amazing it was to have her to support me through that! For one brief term we taught together at Witebome school for the deaf and then she married and was whisked away back to Joburg. Joy of joys when a few years and two kids later they relocated to Cape Town, stayed ever so briefly and then emigrated to England! By this time there was email – and so the correspondence became easier and of course we see each other whenever possible and oh boy how Skype has changed our lives! When somebody is real friend, time and distance have no effect and we just pick up from where we left off as if it were only yesterday that we were together. Jen and I have supported each other in all our ups and downs through life -and we always will – BFF is not so corny. We are soul mates. She will be my best friend forever!