Dad on the other hand used a different simile, his was - If you sit with a pretty girl for an hour, it appears to be only one minute, but if you sit on a very hot stove for a few seconds, it seems to be hours. Grandpa 's sister was married to an Issakow,and lived under communist rule, her sons Grisha and Israel Algy came to S. At one stage Algy was in partnership in business with Mark Dreitzer who later went farming on Le Souveneir, in the Westminster district.

I always liked Mark and I think the feeling was mutual. Grandma Deborah was a Podlaschuc, her father was in the tobacco trade, as a manufacturer of cigarettes, not quite the size of Chesterfield or Dunhill and with slightly fewer employees, probably one or two women rolling the tobacco by hand. He used to travel to Turkey to buy tobacco, using a donkey or two to carry the bales or bags back home, these trips took, in some cases months.

The story goes that he failed to come back home after naturally the last journey. I do not think that any mishap occurred except that he may have found a girl friend in some far off land. This story told to me by Cecil Podlaschuc some years back while they lived in P.

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Update June , Grandpa Pod apparently married a woman in Turkisk Palestine and had a family there too. To date not able to ascertain anything of them. Cecil also told me that when he and his wife lived in Bloemfontein, he was a cartoonist on the Friend newspaper, at that time his Dutch wife, Marietje took a pair of shoes to the old shoemaker, to be repaired, and when she told him her name was Podlaschuc, without looking at her said 'no - impossible' that is a name of a cigarette.

As he was from either Russia or Poland he knew our relative's product. Good wine needs no bush. We had in our family industrialists even in those far off days! Grandma had two brothers- Charlie the attorney in Pretoria, and his wife Fanny they were both fanatical gardeners. Their four children, Naomi, Leo, Cecil and Phillippa were all brainy and very artistic. Poor Leo was killed in action early in the war. He wrote his last law exam just after joining up.

Uncle Phillip, lived in London with his wife Becky,and their three children. Renee, who married a French Count, and Bernard whose wife Freyda was one of the Addelson's many daughters, he was one of the leading bakery owners, hence was said to make the beigels. They went to the Cape and bought Bellingham Estate, after which he claimed he was a Count, they had no children.

No getting away from it, we had yig-gas. Talk of ours being a unique family? Lenard married a Gordon girl whose father had Ysebrand the paper bag makers. I met her brother Monty at the wedding and used to play golf with him when in Johannesburg. Aunt Pauline worked for the Dept of Labour as a typist in the early 20's, and one day decided that she wanted to become a Medical Practitioner, so set off for Switzerland and after graduating came back to Johannesburg although practicing in children, never married or had any of her own. She was very friendly with Becky's sister Sarah Kazan and sent us a snapshot next to their little Austin at Lobito Bay, they took their car on the boat with them.

No Hertz or Avis car hire in those days! That was when I first met him in, say, He was very British and had the la-de-da attitude and 'n suiwere Britse accent. Uncle Phillip was with Ewing Macdonald shippers in London and wore the regulation City pin-striped trousers of the day, he was always impeccably dressed. A most dapper man. When in London in , I remember visiting them in their house, not far from Swiss Cottage where we were staying with Mrs Levine, I had my tonsils removed and the operation took place in the bedroom we occupied.

The worst thing was the chloroform mask they placed to my mouth and nose. They are less barbaric nowdays and the anesthetics appear more sophisticated.

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Whilst at Mrs Levine I had my first experience of a 'Wireless. The aerial had a switch on the window sill to switch to bypass the antenna from the set to isolate it against lightning. Earphones were the order of the day, no such thing as loud-speakers. The BBC transmitted for about two hours during the day and about two at night.

While in London we went one Saturday morning to the renowned St John's Wood synagogue, I don't remember much of the visit. On one occasion we went to visit some friends, and I don't even know who they were, and took a train north west of London, arriving at an isolated, windy, cold, bleak station, The only other thing that I remember was the Nestle vending machines which dispensed those lovely, thin, wafer chocolates which cost half a penny.

Sheer delight! We had been invited to visit people out in the country and had to go by train! No being fetched by car like back at home where we had a car at our disposal.

Even in those days we were spoilt, at a very early stage and age. From London we went across the channel to Paris of which I remember nothing. The only thing that I remember was walking past the Folies Bergere, also going into the Galeries Lafayette. I can't remember whether there was a restaurant there or not but I know that somewhere they fished out a particular fish which the patron had selected, from the water, and took it to the kitchen to be prepared and then served to the patron at his table. A rather barbaric gimmick. Enough to convert a person to vegetarianism.

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I often wonder why we still continue to eat flesh, either meat or fish? The train journey to Marseilles and onto the French boat remain a blank in my mind. What I can remember of the boat trip, was at Algiers when soldiers from the Foreign Legion came aboard or disembarked there. Then there were men in little rowing boats fishing and catching sardine-like fish. We even drove in one to the world-renowned Sheppards Hotel, where we had tea on the verandah, which I imagine had cane chairs and tables, either Madeira or Far Eastern bamboo.

From there we went to Port Said. While there we went swimming. The water must have been too deep for me, as Dad put me on his shoulders.

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We had a snap shot showing us in the water near a wooden pier. Mom didn't go into the water. From there we went on to Suez and then a motor car journey to get us to Kantara. It was late at night and all I can recall was an open sided car, no windows or curtains. In that one car Egyptian taxi fleet, there were no sedan cars, I don't think that they had reached that part of the world yet. In so far as the return journey home to S A, I have absolutely no recollection at all. I came home with a silk tusse suit which I got somewhere along the line, maybe in Egypt, Dad got me pith helmet which I had for years, so the outfit was a complete match.

Another snippet that I remember was on the trip to the U. It appeared as if he had no communication with any of the other passengers. He was none other than Clemens Kedalie one of the first black trade unionists in S A hailing from the Eastern Cape which was the birth place of the awakening by the masses for the struggle.

He was probably the first political activist there was in the Union of S. It is very strange that I should still remember him sitting on the south side of the ship, the non-sunny side of the boat. In when we came back from P. At morning interval I would slip home, and Mom would have lovely brown bread rolls which she had just baked.

It was at this school that Jonathan Bryer and I were in the same class. How disappointing she turned out to be. I never asked him how he remembered my pash, in retrospect maybe he had his eye on her too in standard two or three. He was such a successful administrator, that they used him to get their branches into the black again. They had come out from Germany a few years earlier.

She was most artistic and showed Mom how to decorate cushions. They made flowers, etc. We still have several of these works of art around the house. She dressed her daughter Ina in smocked dresses, which she sewed herself. When I was at Wits I saw a freshette one year in these garments, and asked her if she was Ina. I had to explain that I recognised the blouse, and not her.