This month of February started off with a big surprise. Last August I had been told by the orthopeadic surgeon at Helen Joseph government hospital in Johannesburg that I need a right hip replacement. I had been in great pain which prompted the visit to outpatients. However the Surgeon told me that there was a minimum of one year’s waiting list and possibly longer. I was pleasantly surprised on Friday the 1st to answer the telephone to his secretary, Esther who told me to be at the hospital on Tuesday 5th for tests with a view to having the operation in March.
The next day I went to an internet café to check my emails and another surprise awaited me. There was a letter in my email from Charlie Kane who had found a copy of July Fever in a second hand book shop, bought it and very kindly wrote to me. A copy of the letter follows and was just the thing to boost my morale before the hospital tests.
“Hi, I recently picked up a copy of your book “July Fever” at a second
hand book store near where the old New Market Race Course used to be.As
a an avid racing fan it caught my attention straight away.I would like to congratulate you on an excellent book which I found very difficult to put down when reading it”
At the time I was suffering from severe bronchitis and taking penicillin pills and much more. I was very worried that I would not qualify for the op. My friend Dana offered to come with me and we duly set off. I had underestimated just how much walking I would have to do! The hospital is old and rambling and the list that Esther gave me of the various departments that I had to visit was long. We traipsed from one end of the hospital to the other. By the time we were finished I was exhausted! Fortunately my fears were unfounded and I even passed the lung function test!
The following day I was stiff and sore and was reminded of when I began to ride work at Beverly Racing Stables that required me to shorten my stirrups and perch over the horses’ withers like a jockey. TJ’s father, a superb horseman put me up on a large solid liver chestnut called Quatre Bra. He was an absolute gentleman with a light mouth and enabled Peter Kannemeyer, a top heavy weight jockey at the time, to teach me how to balance as we rode alongside one another down the sand track on Muizenberg beach. Peter would hit my back with his stick urging me to get down lower and lower. Together Quatre Bra and Peter turned me into a top work rider but those first weeks were hell from aching muscles unaccustomed to the strain.
In the end I was riding such horses as Inverthorn who had won the Queens Plate. When I visited Newmarket there was a statue of his sire Hyperion. There was no doubt that Inverthorn was a dead ringer as they say in racing terms for his sire. I was privileged to ride the three top sprinters of the stable namely Rumba Rage by Drum Beat whose regular work rider I was, Eastertide by Royal Pardon and little Benzol who was sired by Silver Tor who was not in the stud book!
I can’t remember the whole story but I know that Gary Player was always threatening Theo de Klerk who owned Beverly Stablers to take on Benzol with his quarter horses who are incredibly fast over two furlongs. The match never happened but Benzol could easily get five furlongs and pulled my arms out on the sand track. He had no mouth to mention of.
Back to the present. I was sitting quietly nursing my aching back and hip here in Jozie when my gentleman friend entered with a quick knock. I offered him a glass of red wine and he settled beside me on the couch with my constant companion Jack, my dachshund, on the other side. My friend’s gentle ministrations relaxed me and we chatted away.
The door flew open and in came the human dynamo that is Dana! She is, as my mother used to say, no more than two bricks and a tickey high! A tickey was a small silver coin in the South Africa of yesteryear. Dana had offered to stay for a few days until I felt better and her elderly little dog Crystal made Jack’s acquaintance.
Feisty and quick, Dana brings to mind a pocket battleship! The radiographer at the hospital just shook her head as Dana exploded when they discovered some blood on one of the test results! The bad tempered young blood technician must have spilled some when taking my blood!
The room was immediately charged with electricity at Dana’s entry in double time with laughter all round as she described her morning. She walks and walks at a good pace around the shopping area selling everything from chocolates to biscuits to home baked Lebanese pies, you name it and is a colourful addition to the community. Garrulous to a fault she has a heart of gold.
I must tell you how I met her. I was standing in the queue in Pick ‘n Pay a supermarket chain store, waiting to draw my government pension when this little woman behind me began to chat. Later she told me of a place where pensioners were given free coffee and a bun. She talked so rapidly that I could not catch the details properly. Impatient, she told me she would take me there the following day. It turned out that it was the local Gold Rush casino where pensioners were given a voucher to play the machines once a week together with coffee and a bun.
Now I have been known to back a horse but these machines were a mystery to me. Dana taught me how to get the best out of the Golden Goddess and others and I came away with a membership card and a good few rands! From then on each Wednesday we went with friend Irene joining the fray! Dana of course did not stop there, she became a guide through the inner city and further afield in Jozie (Johannesburg)
Back to my sitting room. More friends wandered in to find out how the tests had gone until the room looked like Grand Central station. Finally friends drifted off and Dana and I sat down to fish and chips. A fundi on this dish that she buys from the local café’s she announced that mine passed muster!
Off to bed early I woke in the middle of the night and thought about the chicken pies I had decided to make for the freezer the next day so that I could concentrate on my writing and not bother about cooking.
I went to the kitchen and opened the freezer to retrieve the chicken I would need for Jamie Oliver’s chicken pie. The chicken is cooked in milk with celery and carrots and thyme. Dana’s door opened and there she was, laughing. “What are you doing?” I enlightened her and she peeled with laughter. “I couldn’t sleep either and I have been defoliating my face!” The two of us stood at the freezer, me stark naked except for panties, Dana in a little girl short pink nightie laughing our heads off!
Ours is a mad house ours is as my mother used to say!