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This page is a token of dedication to Bev Young
The Young Lioness who runs Port Alfred Publicity
She has been a source of usually hilarious comment and tales.
She's an absolute RIOT.
(Please don't arrest her for this.)
They live on the marina, where a Judge also lives.
Oi vey, doesn't that say it all...
Thanks Bev for your ongoing cooperation, you're a star.
-----Original Message-----
From: Port Alfred
Tourism
mailto:tourism@ndlambe.co.za
Sent: September 2004
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His Majesty, my
master is. EADEN STANLEY YOUNG.
I and many who seem to love him dearly call him, "Poeps" @ 68 (last
Saturday), many years older than I, he is a grandfather, great
grandfather.( 4 sons) We met in 1968 May and have been married as
long, adding to his family eventually by two more sons. All our
children look alike, (good bull?) although our two are red- heads
like their ma. Our elder unmarried son ( the- one- of- the teeth,
who is named Eaden 2) by this second marriage, has recently made
us grandparents of a fat dark haired boy angel (10 months old) who
too has the genes. Oh and others call the Black Bandit thus, or
Eaden. He this man of mine, is a cabinet maker supreme. Supposedly
retired as of 1996, he has built a huge factory and showroom in the
town, wherein he dispenses coffee to all and sundry, manufactures
nautical instruments and very specialized furniture for people
who beg prettily. In-between, he rides his bike, plays games on his
computer as I have taught him and tries very hard to understand
tourism and keep me happy.
We are in the process of building a new house which brings out the
very worst in both of us as neither of us can stand shoddy
workmanship. This is going to be a 10 month nightmare, I can
tell.
I got into biking purely as a defence as I imagined being left alone
for ages while 'the guys' went out into the countryside. When I ride
I used a backpack, very small on my back, which looks like a lion
with bright red hair. It gets me through all the traffic as everyone
smiles and steps aside for me.......LOL! I have done 30000
kilometres though the country and am still s..t scared of riding.
Jewish lionesses were not born to ride.
Heavens I must work, Off to decorate the hall for the Hospice
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