Tangent: Moonshine

Ian and I went to Cheder from Mondays to Thursdays. We rode there and back on our bikes.
The Rabbi's name was Rabbi Manshein, but all the kids called him Rabbi 'Moonshine', even to his face. He was old, doddery and boring, and we hated these lessons. He used to come round and hit our knuckles with a ruler if we didn't listen, so we hated him even more.

Picnic Pleasure

That was a day everyone would remember and keep reminding me about in later years. I myself have no memory of it as I was probably only about 14 months old, and newly toddling. I know this as I have a picture somewhere of Terence walking me around carefully clutching my hand. Ma and Dad and Auntie Doris and Uncle Aurthur and us two kids went off to Boksburg Lake for a picnic. They lived on a big farm outside Pretoria, and I was never very fond of Arthur. He had a rough, crude,cruel, sardonic, no downright sarcastic form of wit, which always cut me to the quick when I was older.All I know about that day, was that I ruined it, little ole me, hardly even walking, got an eruption of measles (and presumably a temperature) and the picnic had to be cancelled and everyone left. Whenever I was reminded of this, I used to think 'so what?' and I still do!