Small boys and memories
I have a three year old grandson, Jonathan, who told me he was going to go to his daddy’s office and draw pictures with his daddy’s pencils and drink tea.
Steve, his daddy, came onto the phone to tell me how vividly he remembers coming to my office as a small boy to draw with my coloured pencils and drink tea.
And I told Steve how clearly I remember going to my father’s war time offices in the SADF to draw with his pencils, including an indelible one (surely obsolete now!), and drink tea.
In a world in which everything seems to be changing, some valuable things aren’t. Whatever happens there will always be pencils and tea … and small boys.
