Was looking through some old photos and found this, which is a photo of your great grandfathers (all George McGillivrays, so we don't have to bother getting names right - at last I work out why this might be a good idea ;-)
Standing on the left, Grandpa George's father, born in Alice in the Eastern Cape in 1895, standing next to him your great great grandfather, born in 1860, and sitting down your great great great grandfather, born in 1831. It's pretty cool.
I remember my grandfather pretty well, he was big and gruff and pretty intimidating - but at that stage I was the last in a very long line of grandchildren, my dad being the youngest in his family - so he'd probably run out of the little patience that he had with wild children.
I can remember his house in Alice a bit. We called him Grandpa Train (if everyone is George then alternatives have to be found) because there was a railway line passing the bottom of the garden and seeing the steam train come puffing past was a considerable delight. I went with Grandpa George to visit Alice a month before we moved to Hong Kong, a sort of farewell tour. I remember going to find the house, which was called Tozama - and being delighted to find it still standing, and remarkably with the sign still on the gate. The next time I went back, maybe a couple of years back, on the way to Kenton, the house was gone.
Standing on the left, Grandpa George's father, born in Alice in the Eastern Cape in 1895, standing next to him your great great grandfather, born in 1860, and sitting down your great great great grandfather, born in 1831. It's pretty cool.
I remember my grandfather pretty well, he was big and gruff and pretty intimidating - but at that stage I was the last in a very long line of grandchildren, my dad being the youngest in his family - so he'd probably run out of the little patience that he had with wild children.
I can remember his house in Alice a bit. We called him Grandpa Train (if everyone is George then alternatives have to be found) because there was a railway line passing the bottom of the garden and seeing the steam train come puffing past was a considerable delight. I went with Grandpa George to visit Alice a month before we moved to Hong Kong, a sort of farewell tour. I remember going to find the house, which was called Tozama - and being delighted to find it still standing, and remarkably with the sign still on the gate. The next time I went back, maybe a couple of years back, on the way to Kenton, the house was gone.
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