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From The duPs Photo Album:

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The meadow beside the Loch of Clunie
Nurses classroom
Lt Col & Mrs BJ Siebrits, Bill, Alan, Jack, Ed, Cath
On the track - near Victoria Bay
On the winery tour
Early morning silhouettes, Westgate
In the sitting room of Albert Inn
Equine Saturday afternoon relaxation
The Marriage Chamber, Sofitel Grand Hotel, Amsterdam
1980 - Ruth and Ester
Walkers have right of way, but the skiers are there too
The Stoker - Transport Museum, George
From the Cloisters, Garden of the Five Senses, Yvoire
Schoch feeding
He's welcome here - Stein am Rein
Europe - closer by
United Nations, Geneva
The American Falls
Orphanage residents and a visitor
A Farmhouse in Northern Germany

Welcome to 'The duPs' - The website of Paul and Margaret du Plessis.

They are Salvation Army officers
Margaret is a former Medical Social Worker, Paul a physician.

They have served in Zambia, the United Kingdom, India, and their homeland of South Africa. Now, in retirement, they live in Bromley, in southeast London.

Their children, Catherine and Andre, and the wider family mean a lot to them. Placing Paul’s poems and other information on a website has been a family request for some years. Grandson, David, took on the project and became the website architect.

Please enjoy reading Paul's poems which reflect something of their faith and experiences.


Margaret has researched the life of Louisa Mary Tucker, the first wife of pioneer Indian missionary, Frederick Tucker.

Please use the menu on the left and the search function in the top right to navigate through the site.


TheduPs.com is an AnswerTips-enabled site. This means that visitors can get fast facts provided by Answers.com when they double-click on any word. AnswerTips deliver instant definitions and explanations to those who wish to explore meanings a little more fully.


Here is Paul's most recent poem:

 
Autumn Goodbye Print
August 2010
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Slipped away in the privacy of solitude
With no-one present for departure
While rose hips ripen and wild plums fall,
Blackberries lose their shine,
And holly prepares for the worst.
The moth settles down beside the spider’s web,
Mushrooms sprout from the damp forest floor
With decades of decay below
While two sparrows sold for a farthing
Put a head beneath a wing and weep silently
Tears flowing
In mourning for him who has gone
In the presence of the one always there
And alongside to the very end.
 

August 2010

In memory of a friend who died alone