Hugh

Hugh Mathew was a great friend of Dad's and instrumental in getting him to play at St Mark's. He was an architect and his family were involved with Moral Rearmament. His aunt lived on my route home from school and I recall knocking on her door to give her some flowers. Incidentally I was always careful walking home to avoid dogs even crossing the road not to have to go past a house where there was a barking dog. Being a flat we never had pets apart from a couple of budgies when we looked after the manse at Mayfair and both of them died. Dad told the story of taking "Auntie" to the circus and she asked why the trapeze artists were wearing red so he replied the blue outfits are in the wash. Going to the circus was an annual treat. Even then I had grave doubts about animals being made to perform. One theme which is constant in my life is going to the Zoo. Johannesburg had a fine park and so did Pretoria and on our travels we invariably visit the zoo. It gives one chance to enjoy the animals as well as see the locals enjoying themselves. Note the tie in the photo with Ann - I was certainly quite conservative about clothes.