Beruflich Dokumente
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February 2015
Chronicle
JUNE 2015
Ann Ortlund
St Augustine of Hippo
Morning Groups
Contact
Leader/s
Clive Tyler
Phone
Venue Area
Day
Time
021-782-2974
021-785-5432
Monthly on 2nd
& 4th Tuesdays
Tuesdays
10:00am
Wendy Hudson
Ada Verlaque
021-782-1790
Fridays
9:30 for
10.00am
021-782-4973
Mondays
10:00am
Jenny Strickland
021-782-7337
St Kiarans
Craig Room
12 Barque Cres.
Sun Valley
St Kiarans
Craig Room
Coral Surtees
12 Aloe Close
Fish Hoek
TBA
Thursdays
10.00am
10:00am
Afternoon/Evening Groups
Contact
Leader/s
Lucy Centlivres
Phone
Venue Area
Day
Time
021- 787-0298
Wednesday
1st & 3rd
3 4pm
Mary Suter
021-782-1421
Wednesdays
7:30pm
David van
Duyker
021-782-1498
Stephens home
L7 Peers Village
Genoa Road
Peers Hill
Various homes in Fish
Hoek
1, Rebmore Flats
Central Circle
Fish Hoek
Thursdays
7:00pm
for
7.30pm
Hubert Stoll
021-785-4065
Thursdays
7:30pm
12 Silverglades
Riverside Rd
Fish Hoek
I, Neil, was born, the youngest of two boys in Volksrust in the then South Eastern Transvaal as
was my older brother. My father was transferred to Pietermaritzburg where I grew up. My Grandfather
on my mother's side was an elder in the Central Presbyterian Church and my Grandmother sang in the
choir. I was 8 years old when my father was then transferred to Cape Town and we settled in
Plumstead attending Wynberg Presbyterian Church, where my father became an elder.
As teenagers we went to Plumstead Methodist Church as it had a large and vibrant youth
following. In 1955 we relocated to Fish Hoek from where I
completed my schooling at Wynberg Boy's School.
In 1958 I started an apprenticeship at Simonstown Dockyard as
a fitter and turner. When qualified I left and worked at several
companies, one being Plessey where I studied and became a
work study engineer. During this time I met and married Gloria
in 1965 at the Plumstead Methodist Church.
Gloria was born in Wynberg, the youngest of 3 daughters and
grew up there. Her father was a farrier and her mother enjoyed
cooking, baking and sewing. She attended the All Saint's Church
in Plumstead where she was Christened and confirmed. She
attended Wynberg Girls' school and went to work in the bank in
Cape Town once she had completed her schooling. Once we
were married we lived in Plumstead for a number of years and
we were transferred to Johannesburg for two years. When we
lived in Johannesburg we attended the Northmead Methodist
Church.
We returned to Fish Hoek where most of our family lived. We
joined St Kiaran's Presbyterian Church in 1978 where our children attended the Sunday School. In
June 1984 I became an elder. Gloria worked for Doctors in Fish Hoek as a receptionist for many years.
She has many interests such as knitting, crochet, handcrafts and the theatre. My interests include
golf, motor rallying, reading, woodwork and being the handyman around our home.
We have two children, Gail our eldest, who has been teaching for many years and now teaches at a
private school. Steven studied Drama at U.C.T and worked for Artscape for a while and then travelled
to London where he lived and worked for two years. He married Julie and they have two children
Samuel and Katherine. They lived in Johannesburg and are now living in Glasgow where they work for
the BBC Scotland.
Gloria retired in 1997 and I retired from Swartklip where I worked in 1998 and from the eldership a
few years ago. Since retiring we have enjoyed some travelling.
It is harder to hide from ourselves or from one another in a smaller group, than in a crowd. There is
much to be gained from this closer fellowship, both for each individual and for the church as a whole,
because of the stronger bonds which are formed.
A Sitting Duck
Let me refresh your memory of our ducks, about which I said never to write again.
Well, I have changed my mind and wish to tell you something that has rocked the
occupiers of 72 Central Circle and has breathed new life into them.
Firstly, we now have only three ducks as one of the Philistines was killed by person(s) unknown; he or
she still walks the streets with a guilty conscience. Therefore we have Rachel, Jacob -the sad sack-and
only one Philistine.
Some time ago Rachel disappeared for hours on end: a case of now you see her, now you don't.
I was worried but was helpless, eventually I thought may be she is sitting on eggs and I searched
everywhere to no avail. Eventually I looked in the wilderness of our garden and moved approximately
half a ton of dead branches and there she was: a beautiful white duck sitting like a queen on nine
eggs. She will not tell me how she managed to creep under all those branches so this will remain a
mystery. The two males now behave like all males should and stand sentinel near the nest waiting for
they know not what.
In the mornings Rachel takes approximately ten minutes leave of her eggs, lets off steam by making
loud noises, chattering like a banshee and running wild like a demon eating loads of bread, drinking
water from the bowl and swimming in the bath. The males just cannot keep up with her; I guess they
are rather scared and simply stay out of her way. After her wild behaviour she instantly changes her
identity, becomes a demure mother and sits again faithfully on her eggs.
On Wednesday 5
November I notice the first sign of new life, a yellow duckling peeping from under Rachel's wing and
when I try to touch it with my finger she lashes out at me. She spreads her wings to cover eggs as
well as little chicks waiting patiently for every egg to hatch. Jacob is curious, stretching his neck fully,
looking at a little chick not knowing what to make of this yellow creature with a black eye. The next
day nine ducklings appear from under the mother and scamper along the ground, picking at invisible
titbits. Why is it that ordinary things in life vividly remind me of sayings of Jesus? For instance this:
"O Jerusalem, Jerusalem how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers
her chicks under her wings?"
Our garden has three terraces, the ducks occupy terrace 2 separated by a 1 metre high wall from the
ground lawn. Early in the morning we hear Rachel on the lawn calling and in no time we see ducklings
parachuting one by one down the wall. I chase the adults back up the concrete steps but the ducklings
are unable to manage them and while Rachel calls from above they climb on top of each other in a
heap desperately trying to reach her. I help them up and once they are together they move around
like a happy family. The little ones graze on the ground protected by Rachel with the males so bombed
out in amazement they even forget to eat.
Friday 8 November the door bell rings, I answer the door and a young lady with a little duckling in her
hand asks: "Is this yours?"
"Yes, thank you, where did you find it?"
"I found it last night on top of the hill so I took it home and kept it warm in my bed. Someone told me
you had ducks.
I wonder how it got on the road, anyhow its safe now, thank you again."
The ducklings have discovered the sunken bath and swim to their hearts content, but there is a snag.
They easily get in the bath but not out as the water level steadily drops at bath time. During the day I
regularly add water to raise its level. But, predictably disaster struck as one morning I find three dead
ducklings floating in the bath together with four live ones struggling to get out. I quickly take the live
ones out but two of them collapse on the ground unable to use their legs; after a short while however
they scuttle off to join their siblings. I immediately seal off the bath and try to rationalise the loss by
quoting platitudes like nature has to take its course knowing full well it was my fault! The next task is
to find nice biblical names for the surviving ducklings. I think one of them must be called Moses:
"because I drew him out of the water."
Tuesday 11 November. I noticed that the ducklings strayed further and further away from their mother
and to my dismay I chased a vicious black cat away and only counted four chicks.
Friday 14 November we had a very cold spell in the afternoon with a gale force wind and heavy rain.
The adults were digging holes in the lawn, enjoying themselves with Rachel giving no protection to the
four ducklings.
The little ones were cold, shivering and trampled on. Three of them perished while one I took quickly
home, dried with a hair dryer, put in a shoe box and gave it some oats leaving it overnight. The next
morning Lazarus-its name-- was cheeping gaily while Rachel quacked outside in response.
Unfortunately the resurrected Lazarus met a jealous Philistine that grabbed him by the neck and
ruthlessly throttled him. So nature surely ran its course with our ducklings!
Arie de Koning