Many years ago...a young lad, Maarten Jacobus Coetzee Kruger, met a young lass Bertha Maude Bales.

My Dad did a lot of photography in his spare time. (Black and White....and self-developed those days). This is a willow tree on a snow-filled day, near ELLIOTT.
Attraction grew and culminated in....(no, I wasn't there....)
Then, my late Father played a game called "hide the sausage" with my Mom...and my sister, Priscilla and I arrived on the scene...You will note that my Father was a fisherman of note...
Thereafter, my clowning days started......I became soap-box champion of Port Alfred three years in a row...

....and I spent a year in the Air Force Gymnasium.

My dad was captain of the Elliot rugby team for ten years. His nickname was "Tickey" and he was a potent drop-kicker who taught me also, from an early age, to kick equally well with both feet. He wrote matric at Indwe High School with three languages in the Higher Grade - English, Afrikaans and Latin. After school he studied Electrical Engineering via correspondence to England. He was extremely clever and I am the very proud owner of a certificate which states that he was, at the time, the only person in the world to have received a 100 percent pass mark in the examinations. He taught me to think logically, to catch a fish and, above all, have patience with others. He played rugby and cricket until age 44 then continued as a rugby referee until age 57.  In the following picture my Father is about 80 and he holds the famous "sausage" from the "hide the sausage" story. I still have his immaculate slide-rule upon which he could do mathematical calculations of great complexity with consumate ease. He had the most delightfully pseudo-naughty sense of humour. Thanks Pa. Next to my Dad is my Mom who is now 85. Nice smile, Mom.

Here's a picture with my Mother, my Father, Mariska and Junior.

The evolution of man...

 

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