My brother, Ian, was born only 17 months after me (July 1949), so I really didn't have enough time to be the 'baby' of the family. My father worked night shifts, as an usher at the local Doornfontein Bioscope and my mother worked all day as a bookkeeper (she was the breadwinner and never let him forget it!).
Don't know when they found the time to make us kids. I was very jealous of Ian, and one day I tossed him out of his pram. I am sure I got a good hiding for that, but can't remember. I do remember the jealousy though, as it surfaced many times in my childhood.
