"let your boat of life be light, packed with only
what you need - a homely home and simple pleasures, someone to love and someone to love you,
enough to eat and enough to wear
and a little more than enough to drink:
for thirst is a dangerous thing"

Thursday, 27 September 2012

RIP andy williams

We have had a day of reminiscing in the office today.  Playing Andy Williams songs and Gill, Gail and I remembering the old days and our parents singing many of his songs, Moon River, the theme from the Godfather (Speak softly love and hold me warm against you face), A Time for Us (from Romeo and Juliet).  I had forgotten that he was the Love Story "Where do I begin?" man as well.  Nice schmaltzy stuff.

Have I told you before that my father (Who art in heaven)'s ashes are in the fireplace at our office?  No real reason other than we have been waiting for my half-brother to contact us whenever he visits Cape Town so that we can scatter them somewhere (golf course, bowls green, Alma Marist club, Melkbosstrand, Cape Town, Port Elizabeth, Port Alfred?).  Gill and I like having him here - we have to scrub the bird poo, that falls down the chimney, off him every couple of days and the box gets dusted every Thursday when Albertina is here to clean. We have not told her what is in the box and it is strange that she has never asked. She religiously gives him a good once over with the vacuum cleaner, then takes him out, brushes him off, wipes him down with her hot bucket of Handy Andy water and neatly replaces him.  We are now to scared to tell her what is in the box because she refused to clean Roosevelt's office for about a month because his son had left a rubber snake on a shelf!!

 Cyril Arthur Pay (in box), Clivia from the garden, 2 thoughtful (valuable we believe) wooden guards in attendance and a golfing print.

 Cyril's "Hole in One" Certificate from his estate file!!
Close-up of one of his best moments

So a good day at the office, remembering Andy Williams, listening to Gail humming along from her office and seeing who remembered the songs best (not to brag - but I did).  That happens when you were lucky enough to have a  Dad who played lots of music to you when you were young.  Now it's payback time!!

There’s a summer place
Where it may rain or storm
Yet I’m safe and warm
For within that summer place
Your arms reach out to me
And my heart is free from all care

For it knows, there are no gloomy skies
When seen through the eyes
Of those who are blessed with love
And the sweet secret of a summer place

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