What is the Memory Project?

Memory Project is my attempt at writing a memoir. Over a period of three or four months in 2016 I listened to a BBC series called ‘A History of the World in 100 Objects.’ The objects were all from the British Museum, starting with a lump of rock that was a Stone Age tool, and ending with a solar-powered lamp with charger. It occurred to me that this could be a way of exploring my memory, using pictures of items as stepping stones. I realised that each item could in turn lead to others, and yet others, exponentially. The objects could include books, photographs, letters, works of art and music. If I didn’t get bored, this project could keep me busy until I kicked the bucket. Here is an example of what I am talking about.

An Mbira

I bought this mbira while on a hitch-hiking trip through Rhodesia in 1976. ‘A member of the lamellaphone family of musical instruments, it consists of a wooden board (often fitted with a resonator) with attached staggered metal tines, and is played by holding the instrument in the hands and plucking the tines with the thumbs.’ (Wikipedia.) My mbira has six tines, but it is common for others to have twenty or more. It is considered to be an African invention and can be traced back for at least 3000 years.

On one occasion as a child of about eight or nine I visited the houseboy squatting before his fire. I found him busy hammering a length of fencing wire on a short piece of steel rail he had scrounged from a friend working on the Railways. Every few minutes he would stop to heat the wire in the flames and then resume pounding it flat. When I asked him what he was doing he said he was making an mbira. About a week later the instrument was completed and I saw that the flattened wire had been cut into lengths to form the tines. For a resonator he used an empty Cobra stoep polish tin. A piece of rubber cut from an inner tube was stretched over the mouth of the tin to close it like a drum skin. I was impressed with his ingenuity and enjoyed listening to him singing and humming as he plucked the tines with his thumb nails. The ‘boy’ in question was Joseph, and I was sad when he resigned after a year or two in order to return to his wife and children in the Native Reserve.

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