This does not serve as a teaching aid, but an introduction to myself and how I came to be in this noble profession ...
Learn more about life in South Africa from the 1960's through to the 80's and 90's ...
When writing a book of reminisces such as the one you are hopefully about to read, one needs to guard against offending anyone or any sector of the community you have included in your tome and it is for this very reason that I have changed almost all of the names and also certain places to protect the innocent and perhaps the not so innocent as well.
Some names, well, they couldn’t be changed and they certainly deserved not to be changed whatsoever as they assisted in forming me as a good citizen of mother earth.
I gave the content much thought and I even mulled over the idea of perhaps rather writing a novel based upon my teaching experiences in both South Africa and also in the United Kingdom, but I chose to rather write short stories based more on my own experiences and memories of the memorable days from the Sixties through to the present era; indeed interesting times in South Africa and in England.
The stories related are of my time in junior and senior school in Bellville, a town about fifteen miles from Cape Town.
I have also included stories from my time at the Teachers’ Training College in Wellington when I was studying (sometimes!) to be an educator followed by my enforced two year stint in the South African Army in the early Eighties.
I have always had a pretentious notion that Wales was my real birthplace. I have, however not forsaken my country of birth and never will. I am merely enjoying the opportunity to travel whilst I am living and working in England and contributing towards educating young minds.
I am indebted to the many characters whose names appear within the pages this book of short stories. There are so many people whom have influenced my life thus far and so many memorable incidents spring to mind when I think of these people.
To these characters, I apologize if some form of poetic licence has occurred in some of the stories. For the most part however, the stories are as factual as my memory serves me and I have been told that I have a gift for remembering details that others may have long forgotten in the annuls of time.
I invite you now to sit down in your favorite spot, sip a cup of your favorite tea, nibble on a few suitable biscuits and share some of the stories with me.