"Every night I told my kids and sometimes their friends bedtime stories. The stories were a series about a kid, JP, cum police officer, cum private detective, who could speak to the animals. JP built up a team of animal detectives who solved action packed crimes involving drugs as well as animal poaching worldwide. When I told these to my granddaughters in the UK many years later, they asked me to write them up. So started my career as a writer of children’s stories."
A while ago I distributed an email with the subject – ‘Food’ containing this site. There is some good logic on food and food sources.
Some important points I would like to touch on regarding this.
I’ll not be convinced about the dangers of eating ‘non-organic’ produced food until someone presents me with the comparative chemical analysis of the following: This assuming the funds to do this can be obtained. Those organizations that produce organic foods and make such claims should be willing to do this, namely supply the funds. Furthermore the analysis must be done by unbiased independent laboratories – not one, but a few. [This is probably a hopeless hope.]
1 – Vegetables and fruits grown organically and non-organically under the same optimum conditions, this includes the nutrients needed to produce the product .The only difference being organic and non-organic.
2 – Meat produced using/under the same principles; namely fed organically non-organically –
For a plant or animal to grow it needs an optimum supply of nutrients. The question being asked is; does it make a difference where/if the absolute (optimum supply) of Energy, Nitrogen, Sulphur, Oxygen and Minerals etc., comes from. Neither the plant nor animal will grow and produce a viable structure if just one nutrient is missing. From research, as well as my own, this is a fact.
The organic organisations say these produced under non-organic conditions are unhealthy. Prove it without bias.
My own experience is that fifteen years after I had been doing research and a PhD in Biochemistry/Molecular Biology, I ended up working in the field of nutrition. There my work entailed investigating the value of optimum nutrition in meeting the stress of ill health in animals, and then personally with humans for some 40 years. In animal nutrition I was afforded the opportunity of working with a fantastic team of animal scientists and veterinarians (EPOL – Animal Feed Company in South Africa) and leaning the skills of the feeding of animals (poultry, swine, dogs, and ruminants, you name it).
All good things come to an end for various reasons. I then applied the lessons I’d learnt in the feeding of animals for optimum health, and so slipped into investigating this in human nutrition. In the ensuing years I to some extent applied these principles personally, but not to the extent of preventing and meeting some of my own health problems. I then realized I should use these personally and seemingly with success. This is covered in my Cancer Story; a story I’ll cover in following blog-posts. So do check back regularly.
I became interested in story telling through my great granny, my mother’s side, who told fairy tales to us three boys. We were then all under age 6; a time when we lived on a farm neat Newcastle Natal South Africa. We didn’t see much of her, but being an asthmatic there were times I was confined to being alone in spring while my brothers were out playing. To overcome the frustration of this I imagined my own stories because it was difficult to read when breathing was hard, even be they kids’ books. Luckily then there was no TV.
Otherwise, I was not an ardent reader but rather an outdoor kid preferring playing games of sorts, and was generally good at them. We had to go to school, and boarding school at that for twelve whole years!
At school we had to write weekly weekend essays. I initially only did these poorly, the half-hour between hostel breakfast and school assembly. Then one day, at a Thursday assembly before school, the Headmaster told me to see him in his office. As you know that means trouble; this being that my English teacher, Dr Neuendorf, a wonderful elderly lady, had told him of my slovenly efforts with respect to my essays. She said I could do much better; emphasizing that the contents were good but the presentations horrible. As punishment I was told to rewrite the previous week’s essay after school at school. If this was not up to standard, as judged by her, I would not be picked for the weekend’s away rugby or cricket match. I couldn’t miss that so wrote and wrote and handed it in. I played in Saturday’s rugby match, which meant it was OK, although it didn’t end there.
At the Monday’s assembly the Headmaster, before all the kids, called me up to his side and told me to read my fist essay followed by the repeated one. He then, before all school, gave me six of the best. It was worth it; he knew I could take it. In those days parents knew the value of discipline. I’m just sorry this did not happen earlier in my school life, and not in the last two months of my school days. From then on I enjoyed writing my Friday essays and got A’s in all. I then proceeded to university and did a Science degree, BSc, Master, and PhD in biochemistry with a fairly successful basic research profession. I can now add that I’m sorry I did not include languages and history in my post school studies – yes it’s called hindsight!
When I had kids, I remembered great-grannies tales, so as soon as possible, well when they could understand I told my kid’s nightly bedtime stories. This happened after reading or being read to by their mothers. They loved these, as later did my granddaughters, and all their friends. They were about my fictitious friend, nicknamed Jaapie (little monkey) who in my imagination learnt to speak to the animals and birds by just listening and mimicking them. This was initially understood as a truth by the kids. When my granddaughters heard these they asked me write them up for them. I had by then joined a writers group, CWG in Brisbane, so in time in my late sixties, I did. In my books Jaapie became JP. The stories are about the crime solving of JP and his Animal Detectives.
Book Two, Eagle – Jakkals’ First Job, the second book in the series; JP and his Animal Detectives, written by Len Nourse is now available from Book-locker and Amazon.
Book 2 tells how JP and I (Jakkals) captures a gang involved in the poaching of Fish Eagles and other animals in mountainous Lesotho. In the dark of the night my first job was to scout the cliffs alongside a river to find the nests of these eagles. In this search I also came across the actual poachers camped alongside a truck close to the river.