This past weekend (22 Aug) we buried our patriarch. He lived until the ripe age of 103! “Utata” as we all called him lived most of his life on a farm owned by an English family - the Ford. He raised not only his kids, but those of the Ford’s too. He was the towering father figure, revered by all. Sad though the period was, one got the opportunity to meet once again with almost all family members, some I have not seen in many many years! The meeting of the family showed how much time time has passed; children who were crawling not so long ago are now grown ups, some of them with kids of their own! This meeting gave one an opportunity to catch up on family gossip. One of the tragedies of the remaining (enlightened) generation, is their failure to document the wealth of knowledge and heritage contained in the 103 years lived by Utata. We need to sit with our old people, learn about how they grew up. We need to write these stories down for posterity. Utata for example was a carpenter, but ...