As a booklover – and in particular a lover of children’s books – those of you who have been following my blogentries, you will also remember my other book-entries – I couldn’t refuse this book from my shelf, after I have been asked at my school to teach Y1′s after half term. Phew! That will then put me in a category of…. teaching across five keystages! Well, I’ve actually done KS1 before [Y2], so I actually qualified for whatever category- Jack of all trades [keystages] but master of? … two years ago. By just the thought of teaching the tiny tots in more than a week from now, put me in a mood of reading again some of my good-reads. This book, ‘Oi! Get off our Train’ by John Burningham is one of my big favourites. I looo—oooove this book and its illustrations done by the author too. The boy in the story plays with his train – again. His mum sends him to bed with his payama case [a dog - also the dog in these pics] and then he dreams about the two of them on a train and all sorts of animals joining them with all sorts of excuses to get on their train,while having some great fun altogether as well. [See some the images which I took from the book for you to enjoy] Each time an animal gets on the train, they shout at the animal to get off and when the animal explains to them the why’s of getting on their train, their faces drop as they pity the animal and then they allow the animal on their train. On the last pic you can see the last animal explaining why it was getting on their train. The elephant was the first animal to get on. I guess you can work out the order of the other animals then. Don’t miss this book if you’re looking for a great book! The theme of the book ties in with cruelty to animals. Update: Nov- So, then the new teacher [senior position] has decided not to turn up and I’ve been asked to go back to my Y5-class, which was wonderful of course -sad- I could have spent my time during half term focusing on my Y5′s!
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I think dogs are wonderful animals and really your closest friend. We’ve had several breeds of dogs as pets in South Africa and I can’t make up my mind about the best breed, but I think, if I really have to choose a favourite, which is of course very difficult as I loved them all so much, then it should be Jackie…our last doggie, she was a cross between a fox terrier and a Jack Russel. She had some more Jack Russel “blood” and ways of doing things/manners. We used to have a few foxterriers on the farm, so that’s why I know she had some little more JR-manners…but do take a look at her on this pic! She was sooooooo cute!! and sooooo clever! She loved raisins and when I discovered that…very early after we’d rescued her from a plot, I taught her to stay, sit and paw in one night! It tookme about 30 min…and that’s really no joke!… – of course with the help of the raisins!! This little basket she’s in, was her favourite to chew for those baby teeth! and you can see how much she loved to be in it! In this pic you can see that she spotted something and was looking at it…I think it was the hoopoe …as there was always one near the house…she never chased any bird/cat, but could sit and watch them for hours…she reminded me about the Afrikaans Chidrens’ story I’ve read to children in school, the book’s title is “Koningskind” and it was translated into English with the title “Prince”…if you can get hold of this book..about an English Bull dog…written by Anita du Plessis, you should do so, as it is written from the dog’s point of view and you will laugh yourself into stitches when reading it! If I ever have to get another dog, it will surely be a Jack Russel. When we got her as a pup, many people warned us, because of their behaviour. Maybe because she was a cross, she was more “well-behaved”…but I always say — and I think I’m right! – that pets are like your children. If you discipline them, they are lovely…but if not…well, you have to suffer the consequences then… and I’ve seen people on TV with their pets and they way their pets behave and if you look at the people, the way they speak and behave, well, then you know why they have all those troubles with their pets! I can truly say that none of our pets had ever caused us any trouble of any kind. Give your pet the love they need and they will be those “dream” pets!
This pic is one I’ve found on the internet and this is what our foxie looked like when I was a child…Scotty…and we had one before him, Spotty! This is now a dog you can trust! Scotty used to spend hours with me in the mountains…on the farm…he used to LOVE it when we went for a jog during the evenings…he was going crazy and would run up and down the room when I was getting my trainers or “tekkies” like we use to say in Afrikaans.
Please click HERE to read my post about Grey Friars Bobby and how he looked after his master, even after his death! There was also a movie about Bobby! Another book I couldn’t resist…but do read my post about this book…it’s worth reading about the history so many people – even in England – don’t know about!
Oor die boek: Koningskind…deur Anita du Plessis..
In hiedie verhaal wil Keiser, die naam van die hond, baie graag “goed bedoel” met als en hy probeer “help” waar hy kan, alhoewel hierdie “help” nie altyd positiewe gevolge het nie. Koos, die kat, het hom ‘n paar keer gekrap en Keiser ervaar dit as “steek met daardie drade”… wat dit skreeusnaaks laat klink…een hoofstuk wat ek baie amusant gevind het, was die hoofstuk oor “Kalkoene, katte en Kerk”.. Keiser het altyd vir die kalkoene gekyk en met die tyd het hulle groter geword, maar eendag het een uitgekom en hy het probeer “help” deur die kalkoen te vang… maar hy het ook geglo dis al sy “gekykery” wat hulle laat “groot” word het…dan die Kerk…daardie episode was ontsettend snaaks…die dominiee met sy “lappe” wat swaai as hy preek en Keiser wat die “gehuil” probeer stilmaak…wel, ek gaan niks meer sê, kry die boek en lees dit…kinderboek of te nie! Dit verryk jou siel! Ek het hierdie boek vir 9-11 jariges voorgelees met trane in my oë soos ek gelag het.. op party plekke kon ek nie eens lees nie, want soos ek vooruit sien wat ek moes lees, het ek myself ‘n papie gelag …natuurlik sit die kinders dan en giggel-giggel-lag-lag….maar weet nie waaroor nie…want ek het nog nie gelees wat so erg snaaks was nie…..hahaha…
“A book entitled “Koningskind” by Anita du Plessis won first prize in the “Daan Retief “children’s book competition. The book was also translated into English under the title Prince. It tells the story of how a bulldog pup joins a family as a gift to a little girl. Out of the 67 entries received the three judges agreed that his adventures, as told by himself, made for an unforgettable read.”..from… chakabulldog.co.za
The Indian in the cupboard. – Afrikaans title: Die Rooihuid in die kassie
Three bestselling stories about Omri, and his friend Patrick, who turns his plastic Red Indian, Little Bull, into a real miniature person. The Indian in the Cupboard Who’d want a boring little plastic Red Indian as a birthday present? Omri doesn’t — until his brother gives him a very special cupboard which can make the Indian come alive…Return of the Indian Omri is unexpectedly reminded of his beloved Red Indian, and can’t resist making sure he’s still all right. But when he opens the cupboard door Little Bull is wounded, nearly dead, and Omri must find help. The Secret of the Indian Omri’s friend Patrick goes back in time to the Wild West, and keeping the secret safe becomes even more difficult for Omri…
Die verhaal van Omri is ook in Afrikaans verkrygbaar en as jy kinders het wat lief is vir lees, ouderdom 8-11/12…dan moet jy vir jou “Die Rooihuid in die kassie” kry…deur LR Banks. Daar het sowat ‘n paar jaar gelede ‘n film gedraai met die Engelse titel, ek weet nie wie van julle het die film gaan sien nie. Ek het NIE, want my ondervinding met die films is dat dit terleurstellend is, die boeke is gewoonlik baie snaakser. My kinders het dit gesien en dit was wat hulle bevestig het. Dieselfde het gebeur met “Skaapvark” – “Sheep pig”.. ek het die boek vir kinders voorgelees laaaa…nk voor die film en ek was vreeslik terleurgesteld toe ek die film sien. Daarna het ek weggebly van films as ek reeds die boek gelees het. “Skaapvark” is baie snaakser as die Engelse boek ook. In hierdie boek, “Die Rooihuid in die kassie”, kry Omri ‘n “charm” as ‘n geskenk by ‘n maat en ontdek ‘n kassie waarin hy dit kon sit. Sy broer kry ‘n sleuteltjie wat toevallig hierdie kassie oop-en-toe kon sluit…en dit is daar waar die pret begin! Kry die boek en lees homself! – as jy nog die film gesien het nie, moenie!! kry eerder die boek…
On THIS LINK - on my blog – you can read about other childrens’ books I’ve blogged before and books written by Dalene Matthee…her books translated into English and her target group is more the adult audience …
Please click HERE to listen to the BBC program about “Where the wild things are”.
This book is really a MUST-have if you have little children…and I’ve bought it myself again…here in London…as I can’t resist a good book, even if it’s chidren’s books…which any teacher can’t go without…if you teach primary…
Who the Wild Things Are (30 min)
Broadcast on Radio 4 Tue 24 Jun – 11:30
Philip Glassborow explores the origins of Maurice Sendak’s classic children’s book Where the Wild Things Are. Featuring readings by Henry Goodman and Jewish Klezmer music.
Click HERE for program the program information.
Posted in books, heatwave, London, Mandela, news, reading, sunburn, Thabo Mbeki, The Blood King, tagged bookreviews, books, Death by black hole, heatwave, London, Mandela, news, reading, sunburn, Thabo Mbeki, The Blood King, weather, Where rainbows end, Zimbabwe on 02/07/2008 | 7 Comments »
Yes, what a mix in this post! You can read about books, sunburn and read a newsarticle! A very strange combination!
The three books are books 3 people living/working/travelling in London, are busy reading. How do I know that? Well, I like watching people and in particular what they read when they’re reading… whilst travelling on the tube today…three people near me were reading…books…many people read newspapers on the tube to be ”busy”….as it is an “unwritten” rule that you don’t really look at other people on the tube, it’s kinda “rude”… but it’s just “second nature” to look at people because what if….yes, what if they’ve got a huge rucksack with them with all sorts of “stuff” in the bag…that would be very suspicious and you have to know what people look like to give discriptions IF…..you know what “If…” i’m talking about. Anyway… I always look at the books’ titles to see what people are interested in, and being a book-lover myself, I might just be interested in what they read! Well, here are the three books and reviews from Amazon…maybe you too are interested in these books? I think I will go for the “rainbow”-book, that sounds more like my taste…as the word “death” puts me off in the second book’s title and “blood” in the first book’s title…lol! although it sounds like they are good fun to read it too…
As you can see from this “mix” image, you will see that I’m really blogging a “rubbish”-mix here…there’s a newspaper report from thelondonpaper…and then…wow! my (yes mine!) sun-burnt shoulder!! We had sports day on Monday and I was told 20 min before school started, that I was going to be a timer! and little did I know that I was going to be in the sun all day that morning before I left home!…although it was a bit cloudy too…but we all know about sunrays and thin ozone layers…anyway…despite of that, I also thought that I would be sitting under a sun shade umbrella…but looking at what my shoulder looks like, you definitely know that I wasn’t even near a sun shade umbrella…and I was at home yesterday…trying to “recover” from this “mini-heatwave”…see more of these athletic pics of Garsfontein Secondary School – in Pretoria – on the website link with this image…
ouch…again…ouch..don’t touch me!! …now that was my turn to say that! hehehe…I think only Londoners will understand what I mean by this….or at least teachers…
image: explodingdog.com…the “mix” pic!
Review 1: Amazon.co.uk ….Margolan, so prosperous and peaceful under King Bricen’s rule, has been reduced to starvation in less than a year. Everyone knows of the usurpation of the crown of Margolan by “Jared the Tyrant”. He and his fire mage, Foor Arontala, have also broken the truce with the Blood Council and are hunting down all vayash moru (vampires). Things are going from bad to worse as the night of the Hawthorn Moon approaches. On that night, half a year from now, Jared and Arontala plan to feed all the souls captured in the Soulcatcher orb to the Obsidian King. Once accomplished, the Obsidian King will have the power needed to break free of the prison, which the Summoner named Bava K’aa had thrown him into, and evil will claim the entire Winter Kingdom.
He is Prince Martris “Tris” Drayke, son of Bricen of Margolan, Summoner and mage-heir of Bava K’aa. However, anyone looking at him would never imagine that he was more than a simple peasant enduring hard times, just like everyone else. The Sisterhood grudgingly agree to train Tris for his upcoming battles, but there is no guarantee that he will survive the training. Arontala is not only a strong fire mage, but is using blood magic (via sacrifices) to increase his power. Arontala will also draw power from the Obsidian King once he is freed.
Tris may very well be the strongest Summoner since Bava K’aa, but it is still going to be a royal battle indeed.
Review 2: Amazon…———–This story lacks the vigour, pace and imagination of the first book in the series. It feels as though the story has been padded out to achieve a deadline and had less enthusiasm from the author than the first book.
I have around 3 chapters to go to finish it and I will do so, however, it is proving necessary to force myself to complete the book. Perhaps the finale will change my view, if it does I’ll come back and amend this.
That all aside, it is readable if you have read the first one but I would have preferred to buy this second hand!
Review: Amazon.co.uk …This book was a fabulous read! It’s entertaining but also informative. It’s a great balance between fun & useful, and isn’t dumbed down to cater to the uninitiated – it’s just explained better than the average scientific text.
It’s funny, insightful and fascinating! Highly recommended for anyone with the slightest interest in discovering our universe.
Review: Amazon.co.uk…..If you’re looking for a PS I Love You part two, then you will be sadly disappointed. Instead you step in to the world of Rosie Dunne and her best friend Alex Stewart. Rosie is an ordinary woman trying to get on with her day to day life who quite simply misses her best friend. What starts out as an innocent childhood friendship turns to love, yet neither of them realise it.
This is a beautifully written tale of two people who share a deep rooted friendship who are seperated at a young age. It is a cleverly written story told in the form of emails, instant messages, letters and text messages which span 45 years. It contains a variety of emotions, one minute you are laughing and the next you are wiping away the tears, but throughout the book you carry the hope that this time they really will get it together. Quite simply, you’d be really stupid to pass up the chance to read this novel.
In today’s The London Paper on page 8, the headline of a newspaper article: Mandela off terror list
“Nelson Mandela has finally been removed from the US’s terror-watch list. The 90-year-old former South African President was in a national security immigration category which classified him as a terrorist …..”(ouch! ouch! ….<hehehe>…America!….<silence is golden!….but sometimes plain yellow!>…)
Thabo Mbeki…image: topnews.in
One of Africa’s (and the world’s) cowards …because of this newsarticle…
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Update: August 2011 – In this photo you can see the REAL Lompie! Since I have my photos with me – at last! – I’m updating some posts with the actual photos. Now you can see how close I was on finding a pic on the internet similar to Lompie and Nikki! In the next photo, you can see MY cat…Nikki. Lompie was hubby’s cat. Two wonderful pets we had. Look at Nikki in the first pic. She used to do that!
Lompie and Nikki… not our pictures, but our cats looked exactly like these two cats!! They were like two children…and you can click HERE to read about Nikki and Lompie….As a cat-lover, I want to blog a few books about cats and also some lovely poems! Enjoy!!
These first two books are both books on my shelf! Great books if you work with children or gifts to children age 9 and up to read…
This book is really a MUST-have if you’re a cat-lover! The pages are glossy and there’s interesting info about cats and cat-quotes too! This is a fantastic gift to someone that’s a cat-lover! It’s also a diary…any-year-diary…
How to draw a cat…one way! Image from the book:
”The Complete Guide to Drawing and Illustration”…A Practical and Inspirational Course for Artists of all abilities by Peter Gray.
Jenny Seed is one of South Africa’s most prolific and widely published English children’s book authors.and was of the first to be published internationally. Since the publication of her first book in 1968 in the UK, Mrs Seed was for quite a while one of a handful South African English children’s book authors that produced indigenous children’s books of an exceptional quality. Many of her books had been translated into Afrikaans (and some into German). Professor Elwyn Jenkins considers her to be presumably the most widely read English children’s book author in the country and certainly one who had a considerable didactic impact on children because she was so widely published. It is therefore no wonder that Jay Heale calls her “the mother or perhaps grandmother of South African English children’s literature”.
Jenny covers a wide spectrum with her writing – from folktales to adventure stories, some of them for early learners and ideal to be read aloud. It is, however, for her historical novels, also for different age groups, that she has become known.
In Jenkins’ book, Children South of the sun, he refers to the fact that Jenny Seed is moved by her liberal view of history and the urgings of Christian compassion to convey to her young readers, through the personal story of individuals, what she sees as both sides of the story. She impresses upon them how personal values can make a significant mark for good in the midst of great historical events over which the individual would seem to have little control. In keeping with her concern for objectivity, she bases her novels on meticulously accurate historical detail.
Because her historical novels are widely published, prescribed and read, her work occupies an exceptional place in the forming of the historical sensibilities of white South Africans (Jay Heale).
In 1983 her book, The New Fire, was honourably mentioned for the Percy Fitzpatrick Award and in 1987 Place among the stones became the first English book to be awarded with the MER Prize for children’s literature. The only reason that she didn’t won more awards and prizes for her books is the scarcity of such awards for English children’s books in South Africa.
The Children’s Literature Research Unit of the University of South Africa would like to rectify this in a small way in presenting Jenny Seed with this Certificate in recognition of her exceptional contribution to South African children’s literature.
Click HERE to read Anne Fine’s biography.
So hang me.
I killed the bird.
For pity’s sake,
I’m a cat.
Poor Ellie is horrified when Tuffy drags a dead bird into the house. Then a mouse. But Tuffy can’t understand what all the fuss is about.
Who on earth will be the next victim to arrive through the cat-flap? Can soft-hearted Ellie manage to get her beloved pet to change his wild, wild ways before he ends up in even deeper trouble?
The hilarious antics of Tuffy and his family as told by the killer cat himself.
So slap my teensy little paws.
I messed up – big time
Tuffy can’t wait for Ellie and the family to go away on holiday. A week of freedom lies ahead – if only he can get away from the catsitter. But everything goes wrong when Tufty is catapulted into the arms of horrid, sweet-as-pie, Melanie.
Melanie has always longed for a lovely, cuddly ickle pussykins. And with the promise of cream, fresh fish and escape from the catsitter, Tufty loses all his dignity. Dressed up in baby-clothes and pampered like a pussycat, has the killer cat really gone for good?
So stick my head in a holly bush!
Tuffy, the killer cat, knows what he likes. And he isn’t loving the ‘art’ that Ellie’s mum brings home from her new class. So what’s a cat to do?
A scratch here just happens to shred a painting. A nudge there somehow slips a clay pot off a shelf.
Dad hopes a particularly hideous sculpture will be next, but Tuffy’s having none of it.
The killer cat will go his own sweet way!
Mischief and mayhem rule in Anne Fine’s brilliant new story, with hilarious illustrations by Steve Cox throughout. It is perfect for developing readers aged 5-8 years. (for slow readers or children with English as a second Language, this book can be read up to age 11/12—all depends on the level of the child)
The Killer Cat spreads mayhem amongst the paint pots!
“Nonchalant Tuffy the cat makes his triumphant third outing in this latest tale by Anne Fine. Tuffy is fast becoming an archetype in children’s literature.”===achuka Reviews
“Well, stretch my stripes! Tuffy’s back, with more problems… This, the third of the Killer Cat sagas, is enough to make a dog laugh.” –Carousel
The author of the owl and the pussycat was of course Edward Lear ==1812 – 1888 ==and the first publication date of the owl and the pussycat was 1871. Wonderful illustrated graphics have also been set to the words of the owl and the pussycat poem helping to fire the imagination of a child! The burning question remains, however, what exactly is the runcible spoon referred to in the words of the owl and the pussycat poem? The probable definition of this term is that a runcible spoon is a small fork with three prongs, one having a sharp edge, and curved like a spoon. This spoon is used to eat pickles, etc.
Read here on WIKIPEDIA more about Edward Lear.
The Owl and the Pussycat poem
The Owl and the Pussycat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
“O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are, you are, you are,
What a beautiful Pussy you are.”
Pussy said to the Owl “You elegant fowl,
How charmingly sweet you sing.
O let us be married, too long we have tarried;
But what shall we do for a ring?”
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows,
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose, his nose, his nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.
“Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling your ring?”
Said the Piggy, “I will”
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon.
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand.
They danced by the light of the moon, the moon, the moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
What do you see?
Cloud, wind, birds,
a bird in a tree.
The daffodils shivering
in the February breeze,
A puddle in the road
beginning to freeze.
Snow on the wind
Dusk in a cloud.
Leaves in a frenzy,
The bird’s head cowed.
Winter – though the sun shines.
Blizzard, and the north wind’s whine.
on a cheek or a chin -
that is the way
for a day to begin!
Sandpaper kisses -
a cuddle, a purr
I have an alarm clock
that’s covered with fur.
My cat sleeps,
On the end of my bed.
When I creep my toes
Down between the cold sheets,
I find a patch of cat-warmth
That he’s left behind;
An invisible gift.
The last 2 poems from: Read Me2: A Poem For Everyday Of The Year.
On THIS LINK you can read about the book.. “Two Frogs”…
Ahw….Wow! just look at this cute kitty!! which Streathambrixtonchess has on their blog!
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Click HERE on this post to read my translation of his poem “Dans van die reën” in English…The link will open in a new window. “The Dance of the rain”…and you can read about this book on the link too.
“EUGÈNE Marais was a South African poet, a story-teller, a journalist, a lawyer, a psychologist, a natural scientist, a drug-addict, and a great genius — an abused and forgotten genius, and the world is the worse off for that.”
Read “Soul of the Ant” HERE online.
Eugene Marais was one of South Africa’s more talented writers/poets. I love his poems although I haven’t read his books. I borrowed “The Soul of the Ant” one day - when I was at Primary – but I guess I was too young to read such a book, so I didn’t finish it and read only the first few pages. Some of his poems is about nature, like the “Winter’s Night” (translated in English here) and the “Dans van die reën” which is -translated: “dance of the rain”… and in this poem, he describes the animals’ reaction when the rain is on its way…and he describes the rain…and her “dance”. Marais is just brilliant in the way he played with words/metaphors etc..sadly, he committed suicide in 1936.
Read HERE on Wiki more about him. The link will open in a new window.
On the bottom of this post you will find a link to a post on my blog – in English – about Eugene Marais…he was a naturalist, scientist, writer and poet. He made a study of ants and you can see the book he wrote “The soul of the Ant” on that link…and his other book…”The soul of the Ape”…
Author: Julee Dickerson Thompson
Publisher: Africa World Press (March 1997)
The following translation of Marais’ “Winternag” is by J. W. Marchant:
O the small wind is frigid and spare
and bright in the dim light and bare
as wide as God’s merciful boon
the veld lies in starlight and gloom
and on the high lands
spread through burnt bands
the grass-seed, astir, is like beckoning hands.
O East-wind gives mournful measure to song
Like the lilt of a lovelorn lass who’s been wronged
In every grass fold
bright dewdrop takes hold
and promptly pales to frost in the cold!
Eguene N Marais
by Eugene Marais
O koud is die windjie
En blink in die dof-lig
so wyd as die Heer se genade,
le die velde in sterlig en skade
En hoog in die rande,
versprei in die brande,
is die grassaad aan roere
soos winkende hande.
O treurig die wysie
op die ooswind se maat,
soos die lied van ‘n meisie
in haar liefde verlaat.
In elk’ grashalm se vou
blink ‘n druppel van dou,
en vinnig verbleek dit
tot ryp in die kou!
DIE DANS VAN DIE REËN – Eugene Marais
Lied van die vioolspeler. Jan Konterdans.
Uit die Groot Woestyn
O die dans van ons Suster!
Eers oor die bergtop loer sy skelm,
en haar oge is skaam;
en sy lag saggies.
En van ver af wink sy met die een hand;
haar armbande blink en haar krale skitter;
saggies roep sy.
Sy vertel die winde van die dans
en sy nooi hulle uit, want die werf is wyd en die bruilof groot.
Die grootwild jaag uit die vlakte,
hulle dam op die bulttop,
wyd rek hulle die neusgate
en hulle sluk die wind;
en hulle buk, om haar fyn spore op die sand te sien.
Die kleinvolk diep onder die grond hoor die sleep van haar voete,
en hulle kruip nader en sing saggies:
“Ons Suster! Ons Suster! Jy het gekom! Jy het gekom!”
En haar krale skud,
en haar koperringe blink in die wegraak van die son.
Op haar voorkop is die vuurpluim van die berggier;
sy trap af van die hoogte;
sy sprei die vaalkaros met altwee arms uit;
die asem van die wind raak weg.
O, die dans van ons Suster!
[Uit: Versamelde gedigte - Eugene Marais]
Read on THIS LINK on my blog more about Eugene Marais…Article in English…The link will open in a new window.
I don’t know Laurinda Hofmeyr’s music, but she’s got an album with the song…”Dans van die reen”. I hope one of my blogger-visitors from SA would be able to tell me more…
1. Lied van die bruidegom – Johan Myburg
2. 26 November 1975 – Breyten Breytenbach
3. Op reis na die Suide – Breyten breytenbach
4. Inbrand – Breyten Breytenbach
5. Die dans van die reën – Eugène N. Marais
6. Kind – Rabindranath Tagore
7. Ek sal sterf en na my vader gaan – Breyten Breytenbach
8. ‘n Halwe engel – Breyten Breytenbach
9. Last grave at Dimbaza – Fanie Olivier
10. Die reis – Breyten Breytenbach
11. Lied van die bruidegom (improvisasie)
Click HERE to read more about this album and Laurinda Hofmeyr.
I thought this was a cool pic of a froggie in the rain…
If you were brought here via a google search of Pete Mondrian art…put his name in the search box on my blog to find the art faster than to go through the posts here…
Richard Bach has been one of my favourite writers for a couple of years….my first book I’ve read written by him, was “Jonathan Livingston Seagull”…That was a fantastic book….. I’ve read it about 3-4 times since the first time. I’ve also bought it a second time! This book….”The adventures of a Reluctant Messiah”….was my latest book I’ve finished reading. One chess player knew I was a fan of Bach and he recommended this book. It was a bit “different” than the other books I read by him…books like “One”….”A Bridge across forever”….”The gift of wings”…”There is no such place as faraway”…all books I’ve read…but I really enjoyed it too.
Follow this link to read more about Richard Bach.
Here is more reading about Richard Bach in Wikipedia…
I’ve started reading this book quite recently….-while reading “In Search of South Africa”, the book which Dennis from the chess site sent me….I posted an extract of it somewhere on my blog…- anyway…this book about Janine di Giovanni’s memoir of the war, is about the Kosovo-War….only now on page 13, and do agree with her…it is about “madness”….
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Posted in books, Khmer Rouge, Loung Ung, Pol Pot, reading, war, tagged books, Combodia, Combodian War, First they killed my father, Khmer Rouge, Loung Ung, Lucky Child, Phnom Penh, Pol Pot, reading, war on 15/09/2007 | 4 Comments »
Read HERE about Pol Pot…
I’ve read the book…”First they killed my father…” A VERY upsetting book, but fantastic narration…follow my links to read more about the book. I’m now busy with “Lucky child…”
Last night there was on CNN a very interesting program on TV and that inspired me to post this on my blog…
Until the age of five, Loung Ung lived in Phnom Penh, one of seven children of a high-ranking government official. She was a precocious child who loved the open city markets, fried crickets, chicken fights, and sassing her parents. When Pol Pot’s Khmer Rouge army stormed into Phnom Penh in April 1975, Ung’s family was forced to flee their home and hide their previous life of privilege. Eventually, they dispersed in order to survive. Loung was trained as a child soldier in a work camp for orphans while her other siblings were sent to labor camps. Only after the Vietnamese destroyed the Khmer Rouge were Loung and her surviving siblings slowly reunited.
Loung Ung is a national spokesperson for the Campaign for a Landmine Free World, a program of the Vietnam Veterans of America Foundation. She is the author of Lucky Child: A Daughter of Cambodia Reunites with the Sister She Left Behind, and she lives with her husband in Ohio.
Khmer Rouge on trial, CNN.
Read HERE about the author.
This is the first entry from this book, as I promised. I will just post very short bits from the book. I hope it inspires more people to get hold of the book and to read it, especially South Africans. It is really a book I treasure and I can’t thank Denis enough (from the chess site) for sending me this book! The way he describes places and the people/events that happened at that time and earlier is very informative….the country was still the “Union of South Africa”….we became a Republic in 1961. This book was published the first time in 1948!
In Search of South Africa….by HV Morton–First Published in 1948.
from the “Introduction”
While I was in the Union of South Africa I was constantly reminded of the classical world, in which illusion I was assisted of the air and the architecture of Sir Herbert Baker. It seemed strange to me, as indeed it still does, that a part of the earth which the Greeks and the people of the Hellenistic world would have adored, and the Romans have found so profitable, should have remained concealed from them.
….Flying to South Africa, which sophisticated friends told me would be boring, turned out to be a sheer delight from beginning to end. ……..I alighted in a country of haunting beauty and found myself among a people whose kindness and warmth of heart are not anywhere exceeded. As I travelled about the country, I learnt a page of history new to me, and one, I might add, which is not too well known in Europe or America. …..My thanks are due to Mr Winston Churchill for permission to print for the first time the text of the letter he left on his bed the night he escaped from prison in Pretoria in December, 1899. This interesting document has been cherished ever since as a family heirloom, and I am grateful to Mrs O E de Souza of Baberton for showing it to me. In a letter authorising its publication, Mr Churchill says, “You are at liberty to contradict the story of my having swum the Apies River.”
……..I knew, of course, that South Africa had grown up in the course of the last fifty years, but the full extend of this growth, whose most spectacular proof is perhaps Johannesburg, was striking and unexpected. Johannesburg, like the word Klondyke, builds up in the mind a picture of gold rush, bars and tin shacks, a picture that was perfectly true fifty years ago. But I stepped out the next morning into a city which seemed to me to bear some resemblance to a small New York, while at the same time retaining something which reminded me of Kingston, Jamaica.
……….When for the first time you found yourself in a crowd of South Africans, your first impression is that these people look, speak, and dress more as we do in Great Brittain than any other folk. And this is true also of those South Africans of Dutch, French, and German descent who have no wish to be like us in any way, for they belong to the same racial stock and cannot help it. Even their language – Afrikaans – has the same roots as English, and gives one the impression that any student of Chaucer should be able to learn to speak it, or at any rate to read it, in a few weeks.
…….to begin a tour of South Africa in Cape Town, and I went there in the Blue Train…….It was a train of great splendour and finer than any train at present running in Europe, and as fine as the best the United States can boast. It was a train of blue sleeping-coaches and restaurant cars, even each compartment, air-conditioned, as I discovered when I found it possible to raise or lower the temperature by moving a little chromium switch above the bed. ……………….There came a time when, traversing the Hex River Pass, the train became a snake which twisted back upon itself, so that the locomotive was seen puffing valiantly now wat the left-hand window and now at the right. All round were mighty mountains, each cleft and corrie filled with pale blue shadow, the shadows we know on the west coast of Ireland as “Atlantic blue”; and so we came down into a happy land of peach-blossom and grape-vines, where a stream of ice-clear water ran beside the train for a long time. ………Such was my first impression of Cape Town: a city of dignity and beauty seated at the foot of a blue mountain where two oceans meet, and washed by a magic light that should make of men poets, artists, and philosophers.
———–to be continued…………
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First they killed my Father, by Loung Ung
Loung was born into a wealthy family of nine in the Cambodian capital of Phnom Pen. As her father is employed in the city as a military police captain and is a supporter of the former Lon Nol government both he and his family risk being captured and killed by the Extreme communist Khmer Rouge if his identity is found out. The Khmer Rouge wants to turn Cambodia into an agrarian nation free of the ‘western poison’ of capitalism. To make this dream a reality they begin to kill anyone who isn’t ‘pure’ Khmer and all those who indulge in western culture and learning. Luong’s father moves his family to the countryside where the Khmer Rouge places them into a work camp. The father attempts to keep his origins a secret so his family can survive. Every member of the family works hard and speaks to no-one so that they will become worthy citizens in the eyes of the angkar. The Book moves at a steady pace and the reader is kept interested throughout because of the author’s uncomplicated writing style. Loung’s changing emotions are vividly articulated drawing the reader in and allowing them to understand her plight and also her great triumph at the end when she beats all the odds and finally achieves her freedom.
Posted in animals, books, famous animals, hippopotamus, Huberta, Huberta's journey, reading, wild life, tagged African animals, books, famous animals, famous Hippo, Huberta, Huberta the Hippo, Huberta's journey, wild animals, wild life on 24/06/2007 | 2 Comments »
Huberta: the wandering star of the Eastern Cape
One of King William’s Town’s most famous residents is Huberta the hippo. In November 1928, for reasons known only to herself, Huberta began a long trek from St Lucia in Zululand to the Eastern Cape. For three years, she took a 1 600km wandering path southwards and her adventures captured the imagination of the nation and the world.
Huberta was not shy of strangers – she crossed roads and railroads and visited towns and cities. She ate her way through parks, gardens and farms and trampled over golf courses. Wherever she went, there followed journalists, photographers, hunters – and the interest of thousands of people. She became quite famous and her story appeared in South Africa’s newspapers, as well as international publications such as Punch and the Chicago Tribune.
Read HERE on my blog more about Huberta and her journey! with more links too.
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