It was 1965
No fancy car like Michael J Fox and Doc Brown, that magically takes you ‘Back to the Future’. Time Travel. No hot tubs, trains nor phone booths to see you on your way. But visit with me, just for a day, using only the Power of Grey Matter, mine.
While shopping at a farm stall in Essex, England, amongst the vegetables,and other unusual purchases that ended up in the back of the car, was a pot of jam. Not my choice.
At breakfast next morning, I was asked to sample this black current jam. Not being a jam fan, reluctantly I spread a little on one half of my toast.
What a short memory one has sometimes. It was 1965 again!
From that first taste I was transported back to a dining table in Pretoria, sitting opposite my mother. The way we used to sit and talk long after breakfast was over on a Saturday or Sunday morning.
Oh,the gossip! With another slice of toast … and another slice of toast.
Black current jam was her favourite.
A house with love in it, hey! and black current jam, and chocolate cake, ginger bread, short bread, fridge tarts and fluffy jelly.
A place for the best Sunday roasts in the world, with long languid afternoons spent out in the back garden in the shade before teatime. Any of the brood who weren’t there that day, well, they missed out on everything, most of all the company.
It was a place, too, that grandchildren felt at home and grew up a little spoilt.
Now, if you can believe it! All this happened to me in a split second, just because of the taste of a slice of toast and jam!
Some pictures of what Pretoria was like in 1965.
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