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Lerena

Nuno Fernando Lerena

1924–1971 · Wynberg, Cape Province, South Africa

Born6 OCT 1924, Wynberg, Cape Province, South Africa
Baptised16 NOV 1924, St Dominic’s, Wynberg parish, Cape Town, South Africa
Died1 JUL 1971, Johannesburg
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Family

Nuno Fernando Lerena6 OCT 1924–1 JUL 1971Lerena
married 15 JAN 1949Catherine Mary Sophia Booyzen1929–2013tree only
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Events, as the record has them

  • birth6 OCT 1924Wynberg, Cape Province, South Africa
  • death1 JUL 1971Johannesburg
  • event
    He was in the RAF as a navigator in the war. The British were not that fond of foreign sounding names, so short for Lerena, they gave him the name Larry. He knew that that they were bombing Germany directly, he carried the guilt his whole life, bombing innocents in villages etc. As he was Air Force. He said they went through such hardship and strife in the war. Young girls as young as 12 would sleep with the soldiers in Italy just for some dried used tea leaves. He also relayed a story about his friend who got blown up. He picked up his helmet to take it as a souvenir but inside were remnants
  • christening16 NOV 1924St Dominic’s, Wynberg parish, Cape Town, South Africa
    Godparents:Michael Joseph Duddy and Mary Ann Duddy
  • educationRondebosch, South Africa
    Marists Brothers College

Notes carried in the tree

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Child :Your Grandfather went to Stellenbosch University to study Chemistry. He did exceptionally well but decided to drop out to go to war.During the war your Grandfather saw many atrocities, not only people getting killed, but suffering and starving. When he was in Italy girls as young as 8 would approach the soldiers for something, anything to eat or drink by saying they would sleep with the soldiers. Your Grandfather and his “team” would dry out tea leaves and keep them to pass on.Your Grandfathers best friend was killed in the 2 WW. He wanted a souvenir and bent down to pick up his helmet and inside was half of his head. He never got over this. It haunted him until his death. He was so young to be seeing and experiencing such awfulness.On a sunny day on a beach in Durban your Grandfather was sitting in a deck chair with Uncle Attie by his side on the beach watching the passing parade. Both wore their sunglasses. Gran and Aunty Jean were instructed to take all the kids to sit further away and play while they oogled and googled the girls. Two young girls walked past and peered at them giggling. Both men thought they were flirting with them and proceeded to smile back. They then turned around coming back laughing and giggling and of course by now the two of them thought it truly was their lucky day!!!! Uncle Attie suddenly noticed where the girls were looking and lo and behold your Grandfather had no underpants on and his ding-a-ling was sticking out and thats what they were giggling and laughing about all the time. He was so embarrassed that he vowed never ever to go back to that beach ever again. And he never ever did!!!Your Grandfather hated going to bed at night and hated getting up in the morning even more.When your Grandfather had a party which was a regular occurrence. he hated when it was time for his guests to leave. When people arrived he would ask them for their keys and would proceed to hide away their keys so they could not leave. Once he hid all the keys in the freezer box so the party went on til the early hours of the morning.He loved fishing and the outdoors. He would sporadically decide to go fishing with a friend - usually Uncle George (Maurine Ferguson’s Dad). If they caught fish they would leave immediately to go home, wake Gran up in the middle of the night so she could cook the fish for them. He would do the descaling and cleaning.xoxoIs this what you are looking for?xoxo

Sources attached in the tree

  • Daschner Web Site — https://www.myheritage.com/profile-OYYV64Z5WZDIVKPW366W6OKHIHNWDRQ-1500176/nuno-lerena
  • Bray Web Site — https://www.myheritage.com/profile-OYYV7ZRUY2HT2FWDIKAFUXRP7H4FRFA-2504782/nuno-fernando-lerena

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