tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31402520.post116684493603587754..comments2023-10-24T04:43:53.179-04:00Comments on KGMom Musings: Christmas MemoriesKGMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05165941950953938943noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31402520.post-1167103008410120142006-12-25T22:16:00.000-05:002006-12-25T22:16:00.000-05:00I remember that Christmas also -- December 1959. I...I remember that Christmas also -- December 1959. I suppose it was your last in Africa! I didn't remember that we crossed the river twice: I suppose it makes sense. I do remember the rain, and you and Alvera (I think) singing "Deck the Halls" as a duet for everyone. And someone (Alvera's father?) piling wood on the fire, which we had built inside the one room school house there, until Dad pointed out that the sparks were threatening to set the thatch roof on fire, and perhaps he should take a few logs off! (This last I don't remember so much as I remember Dad telling me about it.) I do remember being in one of the VW Kombis as it was pulled across the river by the tractor, and the way that the force of the water pulled at the car as we floated across behind the tractor, with water running across the floorboards inside the car. It seems also (in my memory) that we finally made it back to Matopo (a brief 15 minute drive when we went out) sometime after midnight. A memorable Christmas all round, even in the memory of a sleepy nine-year old!<BR/><BR/>Christmas in Bulawayo carries memories of carols in the park -- no athletic fields for me, but the outdoor amphitheatre next to Evelyn, where you did your high school up to 1960. Or in the City hall, a lovely white building with the clock tower. One particular descant for "O Come All Ye Faithful" lingers in the musical paths of my mind, unmatched by any other because of the wonder with childhood first experiences life.<BR/><BR/>Zimbabwe today is a shell of the old White Rhodesia. So strongly do I believe in justice and equity that it grieves me still more to see what Mugabe has done. Rhodesia was an inherently racist society; but within were gems which have been forever lost.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com