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May 07, 2008

Music In The Antique Shop

...We then worked on the second half of the programme. Two minutes into the gentle Morceau de Concours by Fauré, one of Johannesburg’s mini-bus taxis pulled up outside the open door of the shop, its sound system pumping full-blast. The pounding bass should have been capable of propelling the vehicle without the need for an engine. Instead, it remained there, pulsing with noise. We continued playing, ignoring the din. The marvellous strains of the morsel of music soared among chairs which swayed above us to the booming beat from outside. We finished the Fauré two minutes later, just as the taxi moved on...

There was a variety noises off when Isabel Bradley rehearsed for a concert in Johnnesberg last month, but her concentration rose to the challenge.

Reading Isabel's splendid column is the next best thing to having been there to enjoy the music.

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April 30, 2008

Pathfinders – End

...Warming a crystal goblet of aged brandy between elegant, jewelled hands, The Guardian sank into a chair facing the two young people and began her tale. "It all started many centuries ago, at the End - and at the Beginning. It started with Jonathan, with The Great War, with the End of Humanity....

Isabel Bradley brings her imaginative future-age love story to a significant and satisfying conclusion.

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April 23, 2008

Pathfinders – Middle

...Unaware of everything but her numb emptiness, Zoë arrived at the door of her apartment. She pressed her palm to the panel beside the door. “One machine recognizing another,” she muttered as the door hushed open and closed behind her....

Zoë an android, has been rejected by an attractive young man, Tom. But there is a big surprise in store for both of them.

Isabel Bradley continues her three-part love story set in a future time.

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April 16, 2008

Pathfinders – Beginning

...The dread of approaching loss tasted bitter in her throat. She opened her mouth. Nothing happened. She disengaged a tiny hand and raised it to her mouth, cleared her throat and tried again. "Tom," she said, "I'm different. I'm not like you. I'm… not really… human."...

Tom is shocked to find just how different this beautiful young woman, Zoë, really is.

Isabel Bradley begins a remarkable love story set in a future time.

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April 09, 2008

The Chair: a Cautionary Tale

Did it ever occur to you that a chair might be sensitive? That it might have feelings?

I do hope you are sitting comfortably as you read this cautionary short story by Isabel Bradley.

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April 02, 2008

Creatures Of Habit

Isabel Bradley, a self-confessed creature of habit, sweats away the calories in a gym, casting an eye over the regular exercisers as she does so.

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March 26, 2008

Magical Bush Music

Then we came across a lioness lolling in the sun-baked centre of the road, feeding two cubs. They were about a month old. We watched as she tried to dislodge the little ones by rolling over, but they clung like burs and tumbled with her, attached only by their suckling mouths. They toppled over her, and disappeared behind her tawny body. Eventually, they re-appeared, with rolling gait, around her head, sat in the road and cleaned their milk-coated muzzles with over-large paws.

Isabel Bradley recalls a magical time of viewing big game animals and making music with friends in Welgevonden reserve.

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March 19, 2008

Tradition

...Allison, the bride, sat with her back to this window, surrounded by her family. Her heart-shaped face was framed by jet-black hair, her shining dark eyes were over-arched by graceful brows, her lips were full and red. In her simple white dress, she was exquisite. Her parents, our good friends Roland and Marion, called us over to take our places behind them, and so we found our way into the photograph album....

Isabel Bradley and her husband Leon are guests at a happy traditional wedding ceremony in Toronto.

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March 12, 2008

Never Mind The Weather

...After a delicious evening meal which left us feeling lethargic, Liz said, “How about a walk around the block?” The temperature, shown on the thermometer fitted to the outside of the window, was now a ‘mild’ minus sixteen...

Isabel Bradley and her husband Leon spend a joyous, though chilly, winter holiday in Canada.

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January 16, 2008

Not A Walk In The Park

...Whales tumble and blow lazily, out in the deep blue sea, waving flippers and tail-fins, keeping pace with hikers as they stride out along a flat cliff-top path, the beach hundreds of metres below...

Isabel Bradley vividly conveys the wonders and delights of the Otter Trail - a South African hiking trail.

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January 09, 2008

The Wonder Of Indian Classical

...The simple wooden flute played a breathy note, which the singer matched with ease, and the music began. Complex rhythm tapped, clicked and boomed from both ends of the drum. The voice, wavering, sang in un-articulated vowels. The flute echoed each tiny change of pitch barely an instant behind the voice...

Isabel Bradley is enchanted by classical Indian music and dance.

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January 02, 2008

Memories Of The Millennium

Isabel Bradley tells of a most memorable New Year's Eve in Washington DC - an evening when President Clinton and his wife were mere dots in the distance

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December 26, 2007

Don’t Panic – It’s Christmas!

Isabel Bradley goes through frantic hours of planning, shopping, gift wrapping - then homes in on the most significant message of December 25: "Ultimately, it’s love that counts; not only at Christmas, but always – love for our family and friends, and enjoying the time we spend together.''

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December 18, 2007

Confucius’s Theory on Electricity

...Apart from domestic implications, the effects on the general economy are staggering. Traffic lights do not function. People are late for appointments. Businesses, hospitals, schools, and agriculture grind to a halt as most modern activities rely on a steady and reliable supply of electricity. Computers, heart-monitors, switchboards, and a myriad of industrial machines cannot work without it. Sensitive appliances suffer premature breakdowns because of surges as power is reconnected...

South Africans are experiencing frequent, and sometimes prolonged, power blackouts. But Isabel Bradley, remembering Confucius's theory that every negative situation should be viewed as a positive, is finding silver linings.

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December 12, 2007

A Feast Of Music

...The ability to play music with ease at first sight is one that can be learned, and the more one sight-reads with other musicians, the easier it becomes. Being able to sight read with ease has brought huge pleasure into my life and helped me make friends wherever I’ve travelled...

Isabel Bradley tells of a glorious afternoon in Toronto when she and her husand Leon took part in a Sight Reading performance of Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony.

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December 05, 2007

Daniel Barenboim - A Communicator Of Note

...“Daniel Barenboim, for instance – a world-class pianist – take his sheet music away and he can’t play a note!”

A comment on a talk radio programme compels Isabel Bradley to present the true facts about a brilliant musician and an outstanding human being.

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November 28, 2007

Two Millenia Ago

...The standard of life, almost two thousand years ago in Verulamium, was amazingly luxurious. Citizens enjoyed running water, central heating and private and public bath-houses. Ladies, gentlemen and children wore exquisite jewellery and beautiful clothes. They worshipped in various temples, played games and attended the theatre. Apart from the lack of motorised transport, anyone from the twenty-first century would have felt quite comfortable living there...

Isabel Bradley visits St Albans, which is built over the ruins of Verulamium, the Romans' first capital city in England.

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November 21, 2007

A Week In The Life Of Mia

"Mia was a delight. Within a few hours, she grew accustomed to having two more grandparents adoring her and burst into sunshine smiles whenever she saw us. She crawled, crab-wise, on one knee, with the other leg stretched out, foot on the ground, covering a surprising distance with great rapidity. Not a cuddly baby, she delighted in being thrown into the air and caught again, being held tight and tickled until she squealed. She loved bath-times and thought cleaning her teeth was terrific fun. When she got on her feet behind her little wooden trolley, she staggered off across the room at high speed. Her shouts of delight filled the house, while the grin on her face showed she was thrilled with life...''

Isabel Bradley conveys the joy and delight of being with an infant who is beginning to discover the wonders of the world.

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Ballet In The Sky

Thumps in spectators’ ears:
Chinook takes to the skies
With giant pirouettes,
And elephantine en-pointe!

Isabel Bradley is enchanted by an aerial ballet at the Duxford Imperial War Museum in England.

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November 14, 2007

A Memorable Musical Moment

...Everyone settled quickly, the five musicians in a circle facing each other. We had plenty of music to sight-read. ‘Sight-reading’ is a skill which many musicians foster: it consists of playing music one has never seen before, while making as much sense of it as possible – particularly when doing so in the company of other musicians. The more one sight-reads the easier it becomes; and the more fun it is. It’s a wonderful way of communicating in the international language of music...

Isabel Bradley noticed a regretful note from Jean of Ashstead, England, in the Amateur Chamber Music Player's newsletter: “…Nobody has ever rung me to ask me to play, which I put down to … living on the outskirts of London.”

While on holiday in England Isabel visited Jean - and the result was a magical musical occasion.

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November 07, 2007

Sixties Surprises

John Lennon, James Bond, the Beatles, Elvis…and This Is Your Life.

Isabel Bradley tells of a fun-filled fancy-dress sixtieth birthday party. You will wish you'd been there!

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October 31, 2007

Irresistible Invitations

Isabel Bradley and her husband Leon prepare for a long and exciting holiday on two contients - a holiday which will include special family events, meeting old friends, seeing new sights and making music.

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October 17, 2007

A "Massage'' For Artistes

...You who are artistes – musicians and singers among others – are privileged to have many opportunities to look as grand as possible. In fact, it is your duty...

Music makers should look the part says flautist Isabel Bradley.

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October 10, 2007

It's A Puzzle

Isabel Bradley writes about that most elusive quantity - time.

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October 03, 2007

Ugly Is Beautiful?

Why, after playing in a large youth symphony orchestra for many years, did Isabel Bradley turn her back on the chance to become a professional musician? Her poem explains all.

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September 26, 2007

A Touch Of Musical History - Part Three

...In the early nineteenth century, composers eventually became bored with being unemotional and elegant. They looked for ways to break away from the traditions and the old ways...

Isabel Bradley, with an appealing blend of prose and poetry, concludes her three-part introduction to the glory that is music.

To read the first two parts of A Touch of Musical History, and many more columns by Isabel, please click on Here Comes Treble in the menu on his page.

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September 19, 2007

A Touch Of Musical History - Part Two

...Music became complex and highly decorated – rather like the cathedrals in which much of it was performed. In cathedrals are rows of soaring archways, statues, gargoyles, carvings, curlicues and magnificent stained-glass windows. In Baroque music, trills, runs, little repeated motifs weave in and out of each other, melodies run from one instrument to the next, one voice to another....

Isabel Bradley, blending prose and poetry into a sinfonietta in words, continues her engaging history of music.

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September 12, 2007

A Touch Of Musical History - Part One

In a magically enticing weave of poetry and prose, Isabel Bradley presents a brief and engaging history of music.

This is the first of three articles. The second in the series will appear in Open Writing next Wednesday, and the third on Wednesday, Sept 26. Do watch out for them.

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September 05, 2007

Poetic Introductions

Gifted flute player and writer Isabel Bradley weaves words and music into an enchanting experience for both listeners and readers.

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August 29, 2007

A Funny Thing Happened

"None of us is immune to making mistakes, doing strange things or raising a laugh in public,'' says Isabel Bradley. "It is always entertaining noticing such moments, which often go largely unnoticed. Giving members of an audience a moment of ‘glory’ can make a performance memorable for everyone.''

Isabel recalls some memorable 'glory' moments.

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August 22, 2007

On Stage - A Nail!

...He holds a permanent position at the Cologne Opera House in Germany; has sung in operas at the Concert Gebauw in Amsterdam and in oratorios in Siberia. Moosa is becoming a favourite with international audiences. When clothed in the cream satin of the eighteenth-century, with powdered wig enhancing his broad, white smile and accentuating his chocolate-coloured skin, he is a startling sight...

Isabel Bradley tells of meetings with Moosa, a country boy from South Africa who is beoming a big name in the operatic world.

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August 15, 2007

Devil's Wood

In moving words and verse Isabel Bradley highlights the message of a terrible battle that was fought ninety-one years ago.

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August 09, 2007

Who’s Your Virtuoso?

...However, technique without artistry is not the full answer to becoming a virtuoso: technical perfection must be the vehicle that permits artistry to turn mere sequences of notes into music which speaks directly to the heart of anyone who listens....

Isabel Bradley writes engagingly about musical viruosity and introduces us to her "virtuoso of the moment", Damascus-born clarinettist Kinan Azmeh.

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August 01, 2007

The Inner Child

...Inside everyone is the child they used to be, often hiding away beneath a façade of adulthood...

Isabel Bradley recognises the truth about our inner selves.

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July 25, 2007

Words

Words uttered in anger can cause enormous emotional hurt, says Isabel Bradley.

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July 18, 2007

American Dreams

Isabel Bradley wrote the following poems while working on a transcription for the flute of music composed by Antonin Dvorak.

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July 11, 2007

The Odd Thing About Language

The trouble with language, says Isabel Bradley, is that it is often a barrier to understanding and appreciation rather than revealing facts and feelings with glorious lucidity, particularly when words accompany fine music.

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July 04, 2007

The Magic Triangle

What is art? Isabel Bradley views an exhibition of work by Sue Pam-Grant which comprises old junior school chairs, a battered suitcase, girls' school shoes and yards of tired flesh-coloured knicker elastic.

"The pieces woke magical memories of walking with my best friend on the playground in grade school, our arms draped across each other’s shoulders; of being the new girl at high school, in college, at work, and how lonely and uncomfortable that felt,'' says Isabel.

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June 27, 2007

A Stradivarius Among Women

"It is time for women to recognise their own worth,'' declares Isabel Bradley, calling for a realistic attitude to the physical effects of the passing years. "We improve with age!''

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June 20, 2007

Families In The Bush

...The other members of my human family arrived and we went out onto the deck. Monkeys scattered to the surrounding trees from where they kept us under surveillance: if we turned our backs or went inside to make tea, they pounced – cheese rolls vanished, to be seen in tiny monkey hands; nibbling monkeys grinned at us, flaunting their spoils and dropping crumbs to the ground to be retrieved later. While we sat around the table after breakfast, the little beasties played games with us, young ones climbing onto the railings around the deck, dancing and distracting us, while older animals crept behind us to try to invade the lodge and steal the fruit!...

In this colourful column Isabel Bradley conveys the immense thrill of seeing animals in the wild.

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June 13, 2007

Sun Seekers In The Bush

…Each time the vehicle stopped, the dust we’d stirred up overtook us. Sneezing explosively, Chris commented, “The dust of Africa – it gets into your blood. That’s why I couldn’t live anywhere else…”

I retorted, “It may be in our blood, but it would be good if we could keep it out of our sinuses!”…

Isabel Bradley and her husband Leon go game driving in the cool South African winter.

In this wonderful blend of prose and poetry Isabel evokes the splendours of the African bush.

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June 06, 2007

“Grande Dame” Of Amsterdam

...Her house was the width of one large room and a staircase, four tall stories high and up to five rooms deep. Its staircases were so steep I wished for mountaineering equipment each time I climbed them; there was a cupboard-transformed-into-a-shower with ancient plumbing; the rooms had high ceilings and huge, picture windows...

Isabel Bradley pays tribute to a splendid, never-to-be-forgotten Dutch lady whose home in Amsterdam contained a treasury of wonders.

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May 30, 2007

Nights of Glamour

...What joy to watch a full symphony orchestra in the throes of creating the most glorious sounds in the world. Like ballet dancers, the violins’ bows rose and fell in perfect formation, emulated by the bows of violas and ‘cellos. Dark-suited men bent over double-bases, making love to the long strings with more bows; on the tiers above them, the timpanist waited, beaters poised, to strike a sudden note or hammer out a rolling peal of thunder....

With generous words, Isabel Bradley shares the excitement and intense delight of her early concert-going days in Johannesburg.

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May 23, 2007

Brass, Glorious Brass!

...Brass players’ lips can be very sensitive – their notes are created by delicate and precise lip and cheek movement, as well as instrument pressure against the lips. This explained the jokes, and the long breaks between pieces, while lips were refreshed by horse-like flubbering – placing the lips together then blowing through them with a sort of rude, ‘prrrrrrrpppppp’ sound....

Isabel Bradley and her husband Leon enjoy a concert of brassy uplifting music which causes them them, and everyone else in the audience, to smile.

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May 16, 2007

Home Sweet Home

So the builders have to make alterations to the new house, then the walls look grubby and the painters have to be called in, and after the painters have departed there are those cracked tiles in the passage floor require attention...

And you end up wondering if this really is home sweet home.

Isabel Bradley makes living in a tent seem all too appealing in this delicious Here Comes Treble column.

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May 09, 2007

The Story Of Barry Barrett

...“Can I introduce you,” said Barry, holding out a blanket-wrapped bundle, “to my youngest child, Sarah – I want you to be her godfather!” She was a lovely, milky-pale baby, with dark hair and eyes.

Leon was honoured to be the child’s godfather, but rather puzzled as to her parentage. Barry was, as far as Leon knew, living alone; where did Sarah come from? Barry told him, “Her mother is Bimba, my Zulu housekeeper.”

At that time in South Africa, this type of inter-racial relationship was not merely frowned upon, it was illegal. Barry and Bimba could have been imprisoned for sleeping together; having a mixed race child was viewed as a particularly serious crime...

Isabel Bradley tells the inspirational story of a man who followed the dictates of his heart, flouting South Africa's former apartheid system.

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May 02, 2007

Intimate Evenings

...Playing chamber music is known as “the intimate art”. For twenty years I was truly privileged to enjoy playing the flute each week in an amateur wind quintet – purely for fun. My fellow musicians were Clive on oboe, Pat on clarinet, Haydn on bassoon and Jack on horn. Each had a passion for music and their sense of humour was decidedly whacky...

This scintillating article by Isabel Bradley (Isabel Larsen as she was then) was first published in the newsletter of the Flute Federation of South Africa in April 1994. If you don't play an instrument, if you have never been part of a chamber group or orchestra, after reading this you will regret missing out on a heap of fun.

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April 25, 2007

Shades Of Brilliance

...The first inkling we had that Mass had begun, was a rich baritone voice chanting in Russian behind the screen. Draped in a heavy crimson and gold cape and wearing a tall flat topped crimson hat, the priest moved into sight in the doorway at the centre of the screen. In counterpoint to the chanting were the sweetly-woven voices of a four-part ladies’ choir, soaring from the gallery above. Music filled the vast space, ringing up into the dome around the glittering chandelier...

Isabel Bradley and her husband Leon encounter human anguish amid the rich sights and sounds of an Easter Sunday Russian Orthodox Mass.

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April 18, 2007

Largely Eclectic

Isabel Bradley introduces us to a fascinating friend, Chris, a large man, in body, heart and lifestyle. After reading this engaging portrait you wil wish you could spend time with Chris, chatting, hearing him sing to the acommpaniment of a Broadwood and Sons baby grand piano...

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April 11, 2007

United?

...Many people, however, cannot completely cut their ties to people they once loved. There are important reasons for divorced couples to interact on a regular basis: usually young children to be cared for, shared, and sadly, quite often fought over. In many cases, while two people find it impossible to live with each other, they also find it impossible to live without each other. This creates a tangle of emotional and financial interdependence and upheaval that is only complicated by divorce...

Isabel Bradley tells of ties that still bind in an age when divorce and re-marriage are increasingly commonplace.

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April 04, 2007

The Arts - Jewels Of Life

A widely-travelled Russian lady told Isabel Bradley that individuals need to feel oppressed or to have lost their dreams before they can do something new.

That thought led Isabel to muse on the stresses and strains which have produced great works of art.

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March 28, 2007

...But Not For Lunch

...Then suddenly, Leon was home. Every day, all day. There is a popular saying, quoted at men’s retirement parties, supposedly said by scores of wives of pensioners: “I married him for better or for worse – but not for lunch!” Lunch was the least of our problems....

Isabel Bradley writes perceptively of the stresses that can arise in a marriage when retirement compels couples to spend many more hours together.

Isabel says that if you are fortunate enough to have time to prepare for retirement, life will be easier if you and your partner know how you are going to spend the extra eight hours a day together; considering practical matters such the as physical space you need will also ease the transition.

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March 21, 2007

The Privilege Of Performing

...Performing for these warm-hearted, appreciative people was a delight. Frustration, agitation and discomfort might never have happened. Every note fell where it should: it felt as if the composers spoke through us, sending messages of peace, joy and love....

Flautist Isabel Bradley has the ability to produce magical sounds from her instrument, and also to express in words the soaring joy which music brings to performers and their audiences.

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March 14, 2007

The Trouble With Television

...characters are intimately defined; colours, actions, locations, voices, sound and improbable background music are imposed on the passive audience. The imagination and memory is not stimulated. We are only required to receive what is presented. One day, maybe someone will invent a way of synthesising and broadcasting smell and taste, then the last vestige of creative imagination will be redundant...

Isabel Bradley and her husband Leon lead full, useful and satisfying lives - and they don't own a television set.

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March 07, 2007

The Advantages Of Aggie

...All went smoothly until we left the motorway and headed into the high streets of Greater London. It was Friday afternoon, and all of London was on the move, going in the same direction as us....

Isabel Bradley and her husband Leon find themselves trapped in the traffic jams of England - but then the wonderful "Aggie'' comes to the rescue.

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February 28, 2007

Two "D's''

...In times when divorce is easy and frequent, death can create uncanny situations, dredging up long-buried emotions and memories.

Recently, my previous husband died. He adopted my daughter and was the father of my son...

Isabel Bradley expresses her reactions to a strange, strange day.

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February 22, 2007

Dawn

...Dawn is a time of transition: between night and day, old and new – a time when possibilities are endless and hopes are high...

Isabel Bradley presents a sequence of poems about the most optimistic hour in every day.

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February 21, 2007

What's Good About English Weather?

...Although this was supposedly the warmest English winter on record, and the warmest January in living memory, it was more than cold enough for me. Gloomy skies hung down somewhere around my chin, and outdoors I was never warm enough, no matter how many clothes I wore. Indoors, I found myself stripping off layer after layer of woollies! Having lived all my life in South Africa, where we huddle over free-standing heaters during cold winter evenings, and dress for weather that is similar indoors and out, I could not adjust to the contrasts of the bitterly cold outdoors and the centrally heated homes in England!...

Isabel Bradley and her husband Leon left their South African home to spend some time with relatives in England this month - and the English weather was less than welcoming.

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February 14, 2007

"You Haven;t Lived Until...''

...Leon, though initially a little worried about the possibility of hurting this fragile little person, quickly became adept at taking Mia from her mother; he spoke to her very seriously of how welcome she is, and how very much she is loved; showed her the balloons and flowers still displayed in the living room, and the garden where she’ll play in a year or two. He jiggled her on his knee, helping to dislodge those winds that babies find so uncomfortable, while reciting, “This is how the farmer rides – gal-lop-a-trot, gal-lop-a-trot; and this is how the young lady rides – trip-trap, trip-trap…” We watched in delight as Viv explained to Mia words in the Yiddish-English dictionary we’d bought that morning....

In this warm and loving column step-grandmother Isabel Bradley expresses the wonder and joy of tending to a new-born babe.

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February 07, 2007

Celebrating Sixty

...Like all of life’s milestones, becoming sixty needs to be accepted and marked with festivities. This party – Leon’s sixtieth – was a grand occasion. It was a hot summer afternoon. The rooms and garden buzzed with chatter and laughter. Tables were laden with food, crockery and cutlery. We provided a buffet lunch of cold roast meats and huge salads. To our surprise, fruit juices and soft drinks were far more popular than wine and other alcoholic beverages, though a fair amount of those flowed, too...

Isabel Bradley allows us to share in a very special day in the life of her husband, Leon.

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January 31, 2007

A Summer Medley

Isabel Bradley brings us a medley of seven poems which capture the awesomeness and delight of summertime in South Africa.

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January 24, 2007

Visting Heavin

In this fascinating article Isabel Bradley tells of a unique couple, Heather and Kevin Harvey, the only husband and wife Masters of the American Bladesmiths Society and the only Master Bladesmiths in Africa.

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January 17, 2007

Meditation On A Wasp

Meditation can take many forms, sometimes expressing itself in a poem, as Isabel Bradley reveals.

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January 10, 2007

Judge Not...

...In matters of personal relationships, acceptance and gaining an understanding of each other’s diversity is the key to living together in harmony...

What does a mother who doesn't like vegetables do when her son becomes a vegetarian? Isabel Bradley puts in a plea for tolerance and acceptance.

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January 03, 2007

Wiggling And Wobbling For Charity

...Our club’s theme was ‘Manto’s Vegetable Garden’ – a tongue-in-cheek chuckle at the South African Minister of Health’s ridiculous proposition that HIV and AIDS can be better addressed with fresh vegetables than anti-retro-viral medication. We wore headgear made of cabbage leaves and sun-hats dangling onions, garlic cloves and beetroot from the brims. Necklaces of African potatoes, known as madumbis, bumped on our chests, and purple aubergines dangled from our ears, commented on with envy by many ladies from other clubs.

The walk took us, for a short way, along the edge of a golf course, then uphill through the suburbs, past beautiful homes with manicured lawns, hiding behind high stone walls. Huge dogs rushed to the tall barred gates, barking fiercely as the crowd flowed past like a huge, human river. At intersections, marshals waving red flags smiled and thanked us for participating as they held the traffic at bay....

Isabel Bradley and her husband Leon join the wigglers and the wobblers in the annual charity hat race organised by Johannesburg's Pirates Running Club.

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December 27, 2006

A New Year's Wish

...By thinking constantly about something, you attract it to yourself. Insisting that you are allergic to cats results in cats rubbing themselves against your legs or sitting in your lap, causing streaming eyes and uncontrollable sneezing. A fear of bees results in more frequent stings. What you fear, you attract...

Isabel Bradley assures us that the mind can create miracles - but we need to think hard before making a wish.

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December 20, 2006

The Scent Of Christmas

...My brother and I made our own decorations each year, with crinkle paper and flour-and-water paste, mixed by Mum. We waited for the holiday on sixteenth December, then sneezed our way around the large lounge-cum-dining room, draping gaudy red and green paper chains and twirlies from one side to the other, disturbing a year’s worth of dust as we went. Cards, which overflowed the letter-box each day, were strung amongst the chains, adding to the confusion; tinsel was draped over picture frames - it was a glorious mish-mash with very little elegance, which expressed our unrestrained excitement and joy...

Christmas breakfasts were thick slices of slightly-burnt, hot, buttered toast, eaten with piles of peaches picked, ripe and fragrant, from the tree in the back garden...

In this joyous account of festive celebrations Isabel Bradley vividly recalls the taste and scent of Chrismases in South Africa.

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December 13, 2006

For The Love Of Music

...It is, however, just as true to say that not all amateur musicians and unskilled or inexperienced. If one traces the word ‘amateur’, one finds it is rooted in the French and Italian, ‘amatore’ and the earlier Latin, amator or amatoris, all of which mean ‘lover’. While there are many amateurs who prove the Oxford Dictionary’s definition, there are far more fine musicians who choose to ‘play for love’, earning their living as lawyers, shop-keepers or secretaries. Such musicians are dedicated...

Isabel Bradley says that most people would prefer to hear a musician who plays passionately, loving every note of the music, rather than a person who plays only for money.

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December 06, 2006

Conflict In The Bush

...As a gust of wind cleared the air, we saw two rhinoceros pushing each other backwards and forwards at an amazing speed, each hooking viciously at the other’s face with deadly horns, fighting for territory and females. This was a battle of titans: first one then the other took the advantage as they raged through the open spaces, dodging trees and bushes, moving first closer then further from our fragile vehicle....

Isabel Bradley brings a colourful, thrilling, and also sobering report of game viewing in the African bush.

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November 29, 2006

Diary Of A Game Drive

...As we rounded a bend, we came across a young elephant tussling with a tree. He ripped off a branch, turned, flared his ears and threw it in our direction, before stomping silently away. A sulky teenager...

Isabel Bradley and her husband Leon go on a game drive through a private game park in Limpopo Province, South Africa.

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November 22, 2006

A Last Cough

...Etiquette requires that a cough during a concert be suppressed at whatever cost to the cougher. Tears pour down the cheeks, and suffocation is preferable to interrupting the music. Cough drops or sweets s