spookie is still keeping her head above water
My dad has some wonderful photographs from his time in Africa. When he was 18, just out of school, he did a gap year teaching in a school in a village in Kenya. The headmaster of the school was only 3 years older than my dad, and my dad was teaching some students who were his own age – all ages and abilities in a one-room school. He told me that he taught them geography, English, maths, and that they played football outside. He’s still in touch with the headmaster, Julius. I have photos of him playing croquet with my family in my Grandma’s garden.
I recently came across more photographs of another trip – one he took to Ethiopia when he was 22 (my age now) in his summer holiday, to stay with friends of the family who had a ranch out there. There are pictures of my dad herding cattle with the farmhands, and a local farmer in very fetching purple flares accepting an award for his prize cattle at an agricultural show.
I would love to go to South Africa, I’m not sure how much he wants to go there, but I know I would not go to Kenya without my Dad. I would love to go with him there before he gets too old (hah! he is only 56!) for long distance and hot climates!
