African Drums

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I was conceived on the dark continent of Africa by a dark, handsome, suave gentleman and a beautiful, very fair, copper-haired, elegant lady.  Their love story although not keeping to the fairy tale of a prince charming, a fair damsel in distress with a fire-breathing dragon thrown in for good measure, it had similarities. My father Harold George Lorenzo, my mother Elizabeth Maria Dodgen and her mother Maria Annie O’Connor (Dodgen) were the characters of this true to life story.

At the time when they first met my father was a baker-cake confectioner and my mother a nanny. She had to travel from Crawford to Rondebosch that entail a journey by two busses, and the connecting point was in Mowbray. My father lived in Observatory, which was the next suburb to Mowbray in Cape Town, and he and his friends use to roller skate between the two suburbs on weekends…

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