I certainly didn’t expect to see this picture when I opened my computer this afternoon. But there it was straight in front of me.
It’s not the best quality picture but it holds lots of memories.
- Our only daughter was born when we were home on furlough in Australia but then we returned to our work in a mission hospital, where I was a surgeon. For our daughter’s sake I had better not tell which year it was, as ladies are so conscious of their ages. It was however well over 40 years ago. She is as lovely and beautiful a daughter as anyone could wish for.
- The young man, a late teenager, was employed as a gardener but took on the role of her constant carer and companion. He loved her heaps.
- One morning he arrived late for work and we asked if he had had his breakfast. He hadn’t, so we asked him to eat with us. We were having fried tomatoes and onions on toast. He ate it all but then said something I will never forget. ‘You foreigners don’t like all our food. Now I understand why. That was terrible.’ Innocent lovable honesty.
- He had tuberculosis of his neck glands that responded to treatment’
- We attended his marriage some years later. He has a lovely wife and beautiful children. Sadly one shortly after graduating from University died.
- He’s still alive but has known tribal persecution and suffered several major health problems, but is still a man I’m delighted to call a friend.
All that flashed through my mind from just seeing a poor quality old photo. I loved the kid, loved the man and his family and still even in his relative old age think very fondly of him.