If you read my post "Coming to Africa" you will see that I have a South African Son-in-Law who is a good Husband to our Daughter and a good Father to our Grandson. I will try to write the following in such a way that I do not give you people a way in to take the #iss, however. I do believe that would be an impossible task, so I will have to remind you. Whether you like it or not, you cannot escape the fact that my Family now has South African blood in it's veins. Keep that thought in mind now, because the union between Robbie and my Daughter Tina produced Benjamin and that makes me and my softness South African by marriage so I expect, respect from you underlings. This is the point where I say "Yeah right" you got no chance mate. Your speaking to people who were raised to take the #iss and do it very well, so step back, have a Klipdrift and roll with the punches, hah!!!
In "Coming to Africa" Wart suggested that I explain the origin of 'Uncle Spud Murpy' and this evening I learned another word that also relates to my origin and that's Mazambaan, which is apparently an SA cure for aids. There you go, my teacher said I would amount to nothing in my life. I have been Army, Merchant Navy, Scaffolder, Debt Collector, London Fireman and Prison Officer in between working for myself on four occasions. Now I am recognised as a cure for aids. How dare my teacher say I would amount to nothing in life ah!! But I digress.
Yes, right. Uncle Spud Murphy, now where does that come from? I am sitting here in my little den in the garden listening to me Irish music (Clue) and thinking to meself "Do I want a glass of that dreadful tasting Martell Brandy that is the closest I can find to Klipdrift, or shall I continue doing what I am doing now.......... Yor going to have wait me boy, that's for sure.
Roight den, I be back and this is me sixth glass so what ever I say now, I will deny it - it never happened. My Mother was English and my Father was the son of an Irish-man trew and trew. My Grt Grandaddy was Daniel Murphy who was a Stone Mason of note in County Cork. I have his picture, so I have and if I can ever figure out how to do it I would post it with pride. My Grt Grandma now was Mary Margaret O'Rioden and a hand-some woman she was. Stunning is the word and I have a photo of her to, so I do. My Mary Margaret died giving birth to her 14th Child and the child Norella died as well. They were buried together with the child laid against the Mother's breast. Daniel drank himself and his business to death within the year and I have sat in the seat, at the pub where he did it. Sorry guy's, I was hoping to make this a funny story and my emotions got the better of me. One day I will tell the story of my ancestors from Ireland, but not right now.
Okay dokey: Uncle Spud Murphy!! Where does it come from. Mazambaan is a good start. Zulu for potato, another word I have learned and I am learning words in Afrikaan as well even if the spelling is k@k. Have to go Irish now, to be sure because I am listining to music now. In Ireland they call potatoes Murphy's and in England they call em Spud's. When I went to SA for the first time to see our Grandson I was greeted by the words 'Uncle' by Robbie's friends and I never knew I had such a big family. So there you go, Uncle Spud Murphy was born though you can call me Jerry because you do not need to show me respect. All of you have already done that and more so. Not in the physical sense (Apologies to the few) but I love you Guys and you can take the #iss out of me whenever you want to and I will laugh the loudest.
ALLES VAN DIE BESTE


