The Olive Bowl

Family briefly together at Betty's Bay  Our family had settled into a gabled house called Little Timbers in Newlands and at the time of my arrival, my father was on an extended deputation trip to Australia and New Zealand. Brenda, now a qualified teacher at Simonstown High School, boarded near her work during the week, coming home on weekends to share a room with Joan. Graham had begun his studies at the University of Cape Town (UCT) and lived in an outside room that offered easy comings and goings. Howard and Joan were both at Westerford High School, and Howard made space for me in his room. I was thrilled to be reunited with everyone, but my return was more than a holiday—it was time to look to the future and establish a career. Before acting on my mother's suggestion to network through Uncle Jim and the Wynberg Boys’ School alumni, I applied for several advertised personnel officer roles. While these interviews confirmed my passion and aptitude for human resources, the speci...

I have always loved exploring new places and meeting new people. Growing up in a multicultural environment fostered my deep curiosity about different ways of life. In my early twenties, I wholeheartedly embraced the “YOLO” (You Only Live Once) mindset, which fueled my desire to experience the world firsthand.  Fortunately, family connections also gave me the perfect opportunity to spread my wings and discover my roots. While I was in Germany, I realized I was just a stone’s throw from Switzerland, so on a whim, I decided to cross the border and visit some of our extended Swiss relatives. I hitched a high-speed ride on the autobahn straight to Zurich, spending the night on a bench near the station. The next day, I set out to find 'Aunty Agnes'—a relative my mother was named after, though the exact relation was fuzzy. Armed with her address, I showed up unannounced on her doorstep on the western shores of Lake Zurich. She warmly welcomed me in, and we spent a couple of hours over...

The first time I went to Hanover during my summer break for a  three-month work experience, everything went fairly smoothly. However, on my arrival, there was apparently an explosion in Hanover that was reported in the international news. When Dad heard it, he wryly said to the family, “Oh, Brian has arrived!” Through Mr Wasserman again, Dad had arranged for me to work as a machine minder at Westinghouse Bremsen und Apparatebau GmbH (Westinghouse Brakes and Apparatus Manufacturing Ltd.). Peter and Elke Licht were the leading pastoral couple at the Evangelishes Jugend Sentrum in Badenstretterstrasse and they kindly welcomed me and gave me a room in the centre and directed me to the factory where I was to work. It was within walking distance and I soon settled into a routine. Each day I would walk to the large complex and was given my work station on the automated lathe. My job was to basically insert pre-cast metal car parts into a lathe which fine-tuned the mechanical adjustments ...