Family Weekend in February

Playing rough and tumble with Uncle Gus
Riding my PeeWee
Fun in the garden

Pampering the pregnant!

Granddad joins in the fun

A Time to Love...

Valentines Day, 14th February...

Who can ignore the romance, glitter and glamour that this day conjures up. This week, magazines, advertisers and websites are buzzing with romantic tips and gift ideas for men and women. One mens' magazine even had an article on what NOT to give a woman. Did you know that unless the women is the fluffy, cuddly type, that fluffy, cuddly toys are a no-no? And did you know that giving red roses are no longer the romantic thing to do? Pink is the new red! So give a bouquet of pink blooms (yes, roses as well) instead. (BTW these opinions are not necessarily those of the the blogger)

As I browsed through cyberspace and periodical pages, I decided to look for the best tip (to my mind) to post about.

Here it is...

Use Valentine’s Day to share with your children your feelings about one another as a couple.

Share how you two met, how you could not be without that person and how much they mean to you. Although this may seem cheesy, remember that your relationship with your spouse is the most important role model for love and marriage for your children as they grow up. They will imitate you so if you set a good example in your relationship, they are bound to make successful relationship decisions themselves.

Sign seen in a bookshop:

The best gift a father can give his children is to love their mother.

Friday the 13th

My daughter-in-law set the table for tea
Traditional melktert (above) and other yummy eats

My dear friend, Carina and I

A unique birthday card with my name in various forms

Today is my birthday.

Yep, it really is.

Yes, I am also aware that it’s Friday the 13th!

And believe it or not: I was born on Friday the 13th.

Most cultures have superstitions centred on the number 13 which can be traced right back to those ancient Greeks. They did, however, agree that it is an irrational fear, calling it triskaidekaphobia [triss-ka-deck-ah-phobia]. Nonetheless the idea that the number 13 was somehow bad quickly spread, and the Greeks’ traditional rivals, the Turks, have virtually removed 13 from their vocabulary.

Many tall buildings don’t have a 13th floor; the legend goes that you shouldn’t give your children names with 13 letters. Charles Manson and Jack the Ripper had thirteen-letter names.

I do not have any fear or superstition about this number or day. As a Christian believer, I know that I am freed of the fear of all occult and “bad luck”.

My parents already had two little boys; so while they were expecting me, they hoped that I would be a girl. (No such thing as a scan in 1953!) Of course, when I was born and on Friday the 13th to boot, my father declared that never again would he consider this day unlucky. In fact, it he always maintained it was the best day of his life! (Awww)

As the first granddaughter, I'm named after my maternal grandmother. Johanna, shortened to Jo.

My grandchildren call me GranJo.

Every year I receive a unique birthday greeting from my sister, Rose in the UK. Last year I received a personal birthday card in the mail. At the top on the front of the card was my name in its various forms: Joanne, Joanna, Jo, Johanna. Under a beautiful photo of white orchids, is the Hebrew meaning of my name: Among other, "gracious, merciful"; "Dedicated to helping others" ending with "Always ready for a challenge, her life is full and varied."

This evening I opened my e-mail and there was a singing e-card from my sister. Thanks Rose!

As we have gone away for the weekend, I had my friends over for tea yesterday, 12th February. My daughter-in-law, Amanda arrived early and helped to set out tea cups, milk tart and koeksisters (traditional South African fare); I also served homemade tea scones, delicious diet-friendly carrot and apple muffins (recipe to follow soon) and savoury sandwiches. As it was raining (as it has been for the past two weeks!) we had tea indoors. This type of entertaining which was a first for me this whole summer. Nevertheless, I had a wonderful day...