Thursday, 28 March 2019

Photo Scavenger Hunt for March 2019

March winds have definitely lived up to their reputation and more this month. What with the terrible cold windy weather we have had in the UK although it does not compare with what has happened in  Mozambique, Malawi and our beloved Zimbabwe. Such devastation and to people who, in the main, have very little and live in very ramshackle houses. 

Here are my interpretations of Kate's selection of words for this month.  I hope I am thinking far enough outside the box.  They are either from my archives or taken from my latest photographs of what we have seen at Tembe Elephant Game Park in Natal. The only trouble is that the quality of pictures is never 100% as I have taken them with my iphone of the computer screen. 




Flat


My choice for this word describes the topography of the Springbok FLATS in the Limpopo region of northern South Africa.  For a while we lived in Zebedelia and our view was across this vast FLAT area. It is about 9 kms x 130 kms (5 x 80 miles) and approximately 1000 m (3300 feet) above sea level.  It is very fertile area with large mineral deposits of uranium and coal. 




Wheel


This picture  was taken in January 2010.  Fortunately not our car snowed in but one parked below our flat. I have been looking at all the snow in that set of pictures.  I think it was the most we have had since returning to England in 2000. 





Swing


Prior to the second world war my father had a small band and they played in hotels in and around London and Eastbourne, mainly for tea dances. His choice of music would have included SWING as that was becoming popular around that time.  

Photographs from that era show ladies in their frocks and hats and googling the details now shows tea dances are still going strong in Eastbourne today.

This picture is from an original postcard I have in my collection. It only shows four band players but he ended up with seven men in his group.








When the call came to enlist early in the war, my father and his band all joined up together.  He was turned down for the air force because he was slightly colourblind and the the army because of his flat feet. So he and his band were sent to work with ENSA, the Entertainment National Service Association.  They played for the troops all around Britain and also were used as decoy soldiers when ships were sailed north towards Norway to confuse the Germans.






Below is a picture of my father in uniform  with his SWING band.














Ragged 


I can't do Kate's picture hunt without using one of my photographs taken from the Africam.com site. This time it is of a very RAGGED ears of two elephants.  They get torn by thorn bushes, males fighting and general wear and tear.  It is a useful way of identifying different elephants as they do look rather similar.  The camera has been off line for four days.  We had been watching a terrific African thunderstorm on Monday evening when the camera went off line.  We found out it had been hit by lightening. As the game reserve is close to Mozambique it may well have been part of the horrific cyclone that hit that area.

                                                         





Pot  

Pot, a cooking container; a flower pot; the total sum of bets made on a round in poker and other card games; to plant in a flower pot or preserve food so google tells me.

Then there is the other kind, the one you smoke ... no not the illegal marijuana kind but my father's tobacco jar or pot.  He brought it back after a trip in 1949 to Nyasaland or present day Malawi. I love it. It still smells of his tobacco after 37 years.  I love its badly repaired knob on the lid and the fact it also contains things made by his grandchildren in the 70's when they were in junior school that my mother must have stored in there. I don't know what wood it is made from but it is very heavy.  Next to it is his pipe, tamper and penknife.  Memories.............






My Own Choice

Little Em outside our window asking to be hand fed nuts.  She gave us so much joy even coming in the front door if we ignored her.  Jak our cat did not mind her in the garden but objected strongly if she came into HIS house! 







19 comments:

  1. Wow, you're not joking about the scale of the Springbok Flats, are you? What an amazing vista.

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    1. They were flat but also beautiful with aloes and other wild flowers growing there.

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  2. Lovely C. I've tried to come up with a favourite & found it hard to choose between the elephants & squirrel for cuteness. Your father's tobacco pot is gorgeous & will show DH, as he does a lot of woodturning & we appreciate the skill gone into these pieces. The nostalgia comes out in your words too. I'd thought of our flat landscapes in Australia, but then had my light bulb moment, but it doesn't look as dry there as our red deserts. Thanks for sharing & take care.

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    1. The Springbok Flats look green in that picture but like you we have dry and rainy seasons and at the end of the dry season it would be very brown looking. The pot would have been made by hand, no machinery used. I have to admit, we call it Dad's Tobacco Jar. I took the photographs and then when writing up the info I realised the word was 'Pot' but I had made up my mind to use it so it became Dad's tobacco pot!! Keep well xx

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  3. It is nice seeing the photos of Grampa - I can 'smell' that jar too :) but associate it with the little piano room in Harare where he used to practice. thank you for sharing x

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    1. Yes I too see that little piano room in Marlborough but also in many other homes where we lived when I was little. xx

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  4. Another great interpretation of this month's words. The flat is both huge and spectacular. As usual I lap up your African themed stories. For me it was easy to choose a favourite photo, swing. I do like that style of music and in addition it features your father and his band. What memories. Thanks for sharing. x

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    1. Thank you. I use African stories and pictures with you in mind. We too love swing music of that era. Can't beat the oldies!

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  5. What wonderful stories and memories. Your Dad looks very dapper. A brilliant job, keeping up moral. Your squirrel friend sounded very cheeky. :)

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    1. Yes Little Em was a character. She would jump up onto B's lap to get nuts. She gave us much pleasure.

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  6. Wonderful photos. Lovely squirrel photo and I enjoyed reading about your father's swing band:)

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  7. Thank you. I must say looking through old photographs is very nostalgic.

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  8. Thank you for your unique photos for this months words. I was in the UK December 2009- January 2010 and we were snowed in too. Vivienne

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  9. Thank you for your unique photos for this months words. I was in the UK December 2009- January 2010 and we were snowed in too. Vivienne

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  10. Such great photos, I love the ones of your Dad and his story. And that squirrel is just too cute!

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  11. What a nice variety of topics for your pictures! We switch from sunny South Africa to snowy England and moving memories! Great choice! Jak is much more tolerant that my dog Filo who doesn't want the squirrel in his garden and trees!

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  12. How wonderful that your Dad had a swing band - my favourite style of music - I was born too late :)
    The view over that flat plain is staggering - such a distance, it almost makes me dizzy.
    All great photos as usual Jak and like everyone else I love your African and memory stories.

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  13. Lovely photos Jak - how wonderful that your Dad had is own swing band - my favourite kind of music - music really kept people's morale up back in the war years. And that view is staggering - such a big sky and space.

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  14. A very elegant man your father looks, I do like to listen to a swing band.
    Superb selection for this times words.

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