It’s amazing, as you grow older, how you remember something that happened a few decades ago so very clearly- yet forget what was said by someone just a few minutes ago:)
I admired Premjit Lall, India’s tennis star of the ’60s and wrote about him recently when he passed away last week. Yesterday -from out of the blue, I suddenly remembered his wife’s name was Georgina- if I am not mistaken. A reason for admiring Premjit could also be that he was one of the very few sporting stars whose name -in a sense- was similar to mine.
I also remembered- again from out of the blue- a famous Australian cricketer from those times. Norman O’Neill. A quick internet search told me that Norm passed away in March 2008. During my schooldays at the Lawrence School, Lovedale, Norman O’Neill was -for many of us- one of the most exciting cricket stars. In 1964 the Australian team dropped in at Holland where my uncle managed to get O’Neill to autograph a cricket bat for me. For a schoolboy like me, this was my most prized possession in the world.
