My mother, at 85, likes a good lunch, and likes to be spoiled. Cucina Labia, the official home of Count Labia, envoy to South Africa of the little Italian dictator, Mussolini (Trump’s clownish forebear) ticked all the boxes when we went there – appropriately enough – on Women’s Day, last Wednesday. ‘I like this. I like this. I can do this,’ my mum kept repeating. Here are two photos of her – still pretty sharp, I’d say, at her age. The photo of the ladies doing lunch, at a Women’s Day fundraiser, helps establish the scene and the ambience. The […]
We are back from our week away in the Natal Midlands and the Drakensberg – got home last weekend, in fact. I have since been down in Cape Town on business, and because Wednesday was a holiday, was able to take my mom out to a rather fabulous lunch at Cucina Labia in Muizenberg, the former residence of Mussolini’s envoy to South Africa and now a place of faded grandeur and fine cuisine. So there are tales to be told and photos to be processed and displayed. First call goes, however, to the grandchildren – in this case, Master Thomas […]
A lot can happen in three months. It’s a little less than that, in fact, since we shipped my mom up from Cape Town, to meet her great-grandson, before he was wafted away by his parents to start a new life in Canada. “He’s going to speak with a Canadian accent,” I told Eve and Shaun brightly. They looked at me, disbelievingly. We had a nice day, as I believe I have blogged about previously, at Kathy and Gareth’s, and given the nature of the occasion, I took lots of photographs, which I loaded onto a memory stick and gave […]
Kathy’s baby shower, the Sunday before last – where does the time go? – was a relaxed, happy, sunshiny affair, a garden party hosted by friends and planned and executed by, amongst others, my daughter Eve, with help from Rob. Love, laughter and vino – such a promising moment, after all the preceding drama. A lot to be grateful for. Here are some photos, which I hope are equally relaxed and unaffected.
Of course, when you go on holiday, one of the obligatory things is you take family photos. Enough of this artsy-fartsy stuff already. So here are a few family pics from our trip to the Finger Lakes – Jonathan, my son, and his wife Hayley, and one or two with their friends from New Jersey, Steve and Amelia. Oh, the good looking one with the silver hair (what there is of it) – that’s me.
My daughter sent me this photo this morning of Joshua, her first child, and my first grandchild. He will be three weeks old tomorrow, getting bigger and stronger I imagine, every day. The photograph, I messaged her back on WhatsApp (this sixty year old is au fait, okay, with modern technology!) instantly reminded me of a very similar picture I’d taken, in black and white, of her older sister Kathy, when Kathy was a baby. In those days, back in the eighties, not only did one photograph on film but I processed the black and white negatives and printed them […]