Heart of Gold

When I was a teenager growing up in Port Elizabeth, our house was one of the places (the other being Al’s cabin) where my friends and I liked to congregate. My parents did not employ a domestic worker so the unused staff accommodation which adjoined the garage was converted into a den. I decorated the room with posters and magazine pictures (and the odd pilfered road sign) and my parents contributed their old record player and a few bits and pieces of furniture. It became known as “The Room” and that was where the gang (aka “the Central Dorks”) hung out when they visited.  And, as I recall, my parents never set foot in the place – which was really just as well! When I look back on those days, it seems as if life was just one long jol.

The Room, early 1970's

The Room, early 1970’s

some of the gang

some of the gang

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Watch out for poison, it's a gas! This my "back room" in Durban.

Watch out for poison, it’s a gas! This my “back room” in Durban a few years later.

When Peter and I moved into our first house, in Durban’s Shuter Road, it also became a popular gathering place. We seemed to have a steady stream of people visiting and staying with us and it often happened that a small get-together would spontaneously burst into a full-blown party. We didn’t so much entertain in those days, as provide a springboard for some great shindigs.

some of the lads at one of the Shuter Road parties (Peter on the left)

some of the lads at one of the Shuter Road parties (Peter on the left)

In 1987 we moved to Morningside and by then Pete and I were both working in the NGO sector. The steady stream of visitors continued but life became a little more earnest. The visitors were mostly overseas donors or colleagues from other NGOs and although the parties continued (we lived a kind of work hard, play hard lifestyle) intense, and often heated, political discussions around the dining room table became more frequent.

Then it all seemed to fizzle out; the foreign houseguests, the wild parties and the raucous debates. And so our grand entertaining days came to an end and were replaced with less frequent, more sedate, intimate lunch / dinner parties. The kind where no-one has a point to prove and you can wear your slippers if you want to. And we share these occasions with people that we’ve known for years; friends with whom we simply pick up where we left off, no matter how long the gap has been since we last saw each other. We all know each other’s history and share similar worldviews and we know we won’t be judged, no matter how badly we behave!

Morningside Road dinner party

Morningside Road dinner party

Of course, since we moved to the country we get to spend even less time with friends and lately I’ve been missing the kind of conversation that goes on around a dining room table after a couple of glasses of wine. So I plucked up the courage to invite two couples that we don’t know very well at all, as well as another couple that we are friends with, to a lunch party. I was anxious about how this was going to work. Would there be awkward silences? Would they look down their noses at our modest home? Would I get drunk and start singing “Don’t Stop Me Now”?

I really needn’t have worried. It turned out to be a thoroughly enjoyable afternoon. It is always interesting to hear where others have come from and how they got here and to discover we even have things in common (like being fans of Neil Young). So my confidence in people being essentially kind, as well as my hostessing abilities, has been restored, and I’m actually looking forward to doing a bit more of this entertaining lark in the future.

This is me, tired and shagged out after a long squawk in the garden!

I worked my butt off getting the garden ready for an outdoor, spring lunch party. On the day it was so cold we had a fire and ate indoors. This is me relaxing after a long squawk in the garden.

 

brace yourself Sheila, I'm coming in!

brace yourself Sheila, I’m coming in!

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5 Responses to Heart of Gold

  1. Louise says:

    Wow. Kiera looked just like you at that age!

  2. Alan Fogarty says:

    Lovely stuff Cathy, remember “The Room” days like they we’re “Yesterday” as well as the pics in the Durban room, especially the one on the ceiling?? Love your blog just keep them rolling.

    • Cathy says:

      Thanks Al, it makes my day getting positive feedback. The poster on the ceiling was, as I recall, Simon & Garfunkel and I always thought they looked very disapproving!!

  3. michele harpur says:

    Ahhh! Wonderful times! Love the ‘airing’ of your pics from those days that you post from time to time! And memories of those days always weave their way into my life in some way or other. Also had a Neil Young moment last week (early dinner with my daughter and her husband which turned into a rather loud music video festival and plenty of Neil Young – and Crosby et al.) Evoked immediate memories of Sardinia Bay, Al! Thanks Cathy!

    • Cathy says:

      We had an amazing childhood (not saying it was all great and hasn’t left me with some issues!) but one thing we had was incredible freedom. A friend once commented that her and I grew up like weeds and I think in PE we all did – we were scattered like seeds and left to get on with the business of growing up. We were lucky we all found each other to be safe with.

      In December 2012 I wrote in one of my posts: “To some extent I even think that I am where I am now because of Al’s cabin; because sub-consciously we gravitate to things that remind us of happy times, and my spot here in the Midlands often reminds me of “The Bush”. And it’s not just the similarities of being surrounded by natural vegetation and bird life but it’s also the sense of freedom that I had as a kid to be myself that I now seem to have regained. I have a lot of growing up memories that are firmly located at Al’s cabin at Sardies.”

      Those memories are our shared history.

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