THE WEB TOWN OBSERVER - TERRENCE MCCARTHY
I think you've stumbled upon an interesting phenomenon. Back in the day we might think about an old, long lost friend or roommate, and wonder "Whatever happened to Steve?". And that would be that. Today, a quick web search and we find out that our old friends have passed on. Or are sick. Or are rich and powerful. Or are acclaimed. Or whatever.
Yeah. That's how I learned of Elkin's death. Jack Hardy's another guy I google every now and then. Jack Hardy, with whom you're familiar. Weird that two guys I lived with in college both went on to achieve fame in the music world. Both have Wikpedia entries. I've tried to contact Jack, but have failed. Would be interesting to see if he and Elkin ever crossed paths after Hartt.
I'm pretty sure I'll see Jack at Falcon Ridge this year; he's performing so he'll have a box of merchandise to sell (and I am queen of merchandise). So if you do not connect with him before then, I will say "hey" for you.
I'll be surprised if he remembers me. I was the nerd on the third floor who didn't talk or mix much. But we did play some basketball together at the Hartford Y and the JCC on Bloomfield Ave. My only claim to fame was I was the great Elkin Sithole's roomie. Still. Would love to have you mention I'd love to touch base ( bass? ) with him.Thanks
Wow,what a small world, thanks to the internet. Hi, I'm Elkin's daughter Bongi. Yes me, my sister and our mom came to America in 1966 and lived in Hartford, Conn, lol. This is so wild. I may even have a photo of us at the dinner you mentioned. I slightely recall sneaking some extra cookies off a cookie platter at some white guys place. Yes my dad became a big well noted professor who passed away in the plane crash in '94 after coming back from a lecture in Indiana.Everyone who knew him knew he loved South Africa. He did leave his mark on this earth and touched many lives through his works and writings. He visited home a number of times and when he died we buried him back home in New Castle. His passing was a major story in South Africa. But as big as he was, he was always just a humble African boy who grew up herding cows, before school and enjoyed music. That love of music and education took him to new places around the world, way beyond anything he ever imagined. It brought us to America but we still call South Africa our home and go as often as we get a chance. see me at myspace.com/bongi2 Thanks for your story.It takes me back.
Bongi, I was in Southwick Mass @ 1967. I was 16 and working for a tobacco farm named America Sumatra Tobacco Co. I remember a man named Elkin Sithole who came around at night doing inspections. He gave me his name on a slip of paper the last night I worked there but we never stayed in touch. I was wondering if this could be your dad? He was a very kind man.
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