So, what prompted me to start a blog…
Words have been running through my head more than usual today and on the drive into the city ( I live in Cape Town – envious?) something was nudging me to write down my ruminations on getting older!!
So Funky Gogo here I am!
The name came from a gorgeous young African girl who, like myself, belongs to a group called Woman Zone, which aims to unify women in Cape Town. Ayanda is in her 20s, I am in my 60s, (no, really) but after a few meetings she laughingly said to me ‘ you are my funky gogo’ when we were talking about how age is simply a number and we can be old, wise or silly at any age. It has stuck and I love it and, while I am not a real ‘gogo’ or granny, as a polite African will call a white haired elderly woman, I liked the sound and the feel – simply put – it rather summed me up. The wisdom and vision of youth! While I don’t have children I am the wacky aunty B to all my friends’ kids, who also now have kids, so it fits!
My attitude says it all – live in the moment – forget about age- there is a beating heart under this white hair and believe me it can beat! To all the other 60s baby boomers out there, you know what I mean…we were never meant to get “old” – just wiser and funkier so here I plunge into the age of technology- not that I am not already part of it but writing a blog was never on my bucket list until now.
So perhaps I should start by introducing you to some of my South African family. Having lived here longer than in the UK I consider myself a real South African and Capetonian and absolutely love the diversity of my city. My family here is small: a first cousin who came to SA in 1948 (and that’s another story); her son, his daughter (see below) and his wife. My sister also lives in the city so we are a microcosm of what was once a huge and rambling family originating in the UK. Well actually not really because three of my grandparents came from Russia and settled in England.
Like so many families whose children and children’s children have travelled and settled in distant lands, our tentacles stretch across the world, and yet our roots all emanate from a similar place and that should be the subject of my next ramble!!