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always wins DEVASTATION MEETS DELIGHT IN AN ENCHANTING TALE OF HOW A LITTLE HEDGEHOG NAMED HOUDINI UNEXPECTEDLY UNITED THE TALENTS OF TWO GRIEFSTRUCK GRANNIES, WRITES KELLY KIDGELL
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loof granny, Gillian Clark, has an endearing disposition and a charismatic sense of humour that matches the twinkle in her eye. “I’m as old as my tongue, and a little older than my teeth,” she laughs. We share an instant resonance about life as the only females in homes filled with boys, and giggle at the somewhat majestical mayhem of the noise, dirt and chaos. With a quick stroll down memory lane, I’m entertained by a few of her boys’ antics whilst growing up in Westville. She fondly brags about her four successful sons, nine grandchildren and wonderful husband, Pete. “None of this would’ve been
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possible without my family,” she beams. And before I’ve even had a sip of my coffee, Gill (AKA, Gilly Flower) has me captivated with the story of Houdini the Hedgehog and how, at 74 years young, she became a published author. It’s a story borne from tragedy. A story that inspires a deep sense of trusting in your faith. A story that feels almost romantically surreal. The year 2020 had barely begun when Gilly received the devastating news of the sudden and catastrophic passing of her beloved brother, Paul, not long after a global pandemic shattered our lives, and South Africa was forced into full lockdown. Isolated and riddled with grief as
a mourning widow, Jane Schouten (Paul’s wife), began doodling in an attempt to ease her heartache. Jane (AKA, Daisy Jane) posted her doodles on social media – a “silent signal” for family and friends to see she was hanging in there. Who could’ve known this quietlyunspoken, yet powerfully-communicative gesture would be loud enough to lure the universe into listening? So, when Gilly joined the masses in assuring Daisy her illustrations definitely belonged in a book, Daisy’s response was, “Fine! If you write it, I’ll draw it.” I ask Gilly – why a hedgehog? “It was midnight, and he just crept into my mind,” she says. Her eyes twinkle even more. “He said, ‘I’m Houdini, and you are going to write my story’.” And so, she did. “I wrote and wrote and wrote, and then I wrote some more, and it just kept flowing. I had never written anything in my life!” But before long the instantly loveable Houdini had been on countless escapades, and the first two books were as beautifully written as they were illustrated. I ask Gilly what lessons their books may inspire in young readers. “My hope is that each story teaches children the importance of friendship. If Waffles the Dog, Houdini the Hedgehog, Paulie the Penguin and two little mice can forge friendships despite being hairy, prickly, big, or small – us humans can certainly look past our differences too. No matter how difficult life gets, there is always
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