My Father's Story 2

This is a continuation of My Father's Story

1/12/1956

Marries Maatjie (Note Meinhardt's Birth date)

Mike: I think Jack had certain criteria and that is that the lady had to be of childbearing age and she had to be able to produce. Even in those days he was carrying on about children and wanting children. It was very important to him that the woman he married would be capable of giving him children. I only met Maatjie for the first time when she came down to get married. I was barman at the reception afterwards.

Bill: Maatjie was so shy and she was very Afrikaans at that stage and we were all very English.

Mike: "During the time of the beatniks Long Street was a bubbling place. He got back from Port Elizabeth and was married, but that didn't stop him from meeting us on Saturday. Paddy and myself were still going to town and meeting each other."

Danie: "I changed my job in Beaufort West on the railway and I was working day and night, holidays and weekends so I was earning a bit more money. I had £ 60 in the bank. I corresponded with my mother in Scotland in 1956 and she used to tell me about her asthma attacks and that she should get out of that climate. With my £ 60 I went to my bank manager and asked him for an overdraft of £ 20. He gave it to me and with that I was able to get my mother out to Beaufort West. Then in 1957, we moved to Graaff Reinet when I left the railway."

From Family

15/7/1957

Appointed as Medical Practitioner Grade III at Somerset Hospital.

3/8/1957

Meinhardt Jacobus Born (son).

16/1/1958

He lists that he has limited ability to speak French, German and KiSwahili.

2/3/1958

Applied for work at the S.A. Institute of Medical Research, Johannesburg.

Address listed as 8 Hillary Manor, Main Road, Green Point.

16/7/1958

Appointed as Medical Practitioner Grade III at Somerset Hospital.

1/8/1958

Moved to Fairfield Road, Observatory

4/1/1959

Sandra Susanna Greeff born (Daughter)

31/3/1959

Resigned from Somerset Hospital.

1/4/1959

Appointed as Temporary Assistant Pathologist at the Cape Town Pathological Laboratories of the State Health Department.

3/9/1959

Appointed as Assistant Pathologist in the State Health Department.

Danie: "Jack was like my mother. She had one hell of an existence from the time she was born. It was a turbulent life style. She had to face the violence with my father. On many an occasion he was drunk. She was the breadwinner and she was buffeted from pillar to post but she came out on top with the same grit and determination that we find in Jack. My mother lived with us in the Karoo for many years. She was a difficult person to get on with and there was always some abrasiveness originating from her side. She was quite content to sit with her paperback, cup of tea and her pack of cigarettes, all on her own.

Being of that nature, she decided she was going to get a job and she got a job in 1960 at the hospital, in charge of the laundry. The laundry staff, the nurses, the sisters and the matron knew her as the sergeant major. There was a certain set of rules for the laundry and she ran that thing like the army.

She packed that up because it was getting to strenuous and she got a job as an assistant matron at a boy's hostel. She had a room in the hostel and she was happy. She had a "lat" if the boys didn't behave themselves. She controlled those boys's lives while they lived at the hostel.


From Family

She also took a room in town that she paid for. On the night before her day off she'd leave the hostel and go back to her room. En route home from work I'd go by her room and, invariably, it would be a ham-sandwich with "boerebrood" and coffee whether I'd wanted it or not. I was going home to supper but I'd have to eat that and it was pass time conversing with my mother. She was free and independent as she liked it."

Jack: To Prof. Kench, UCT.

"...I am employed by the Health Department as an Assistant Pathologist. I entered the Department to further my Biochemical interests but found that I could only remain here if I did Medico - Legal Autopsies and investigations. I was later given the supervision of the Biochemical and Haematological sections. I found that I could not pursue my Biochemical interests through the increasing demands of the Medico -Legal work. I foresee the time in the near future when I will merely be an Autopsy Hack.

I tried to solve the issue last year by applying for a Registrarship in Pathology but was not accepted. I am being considered for promotion and have been told that I will be considered for a local Degree in Pathology or a Bursary overseas for a D.C.P. This is merely to render myself a more competent Medico -Legal Authority and I don’t want to be a Medico -Legal Authority.

... I am actively considering applying to the S.A.I.M.R. for a position in their Biochemical Section. I’d rather spend the rest of my days in a Biochemical Backwater and get my satisfaction in fiddling around at night than waste the years left to me on measuring the dimensions of puncture-incised wounds of the body.

... I am applying again to UCT for a Registraship in Pathology with it necessary attendant financial loss to me. I have no inflated ideas about my abilities but I know that I am still capable of the sustained and intensive work required. As I have the welfare of my children to consider I am not going to fail through not trying hard enough. I have kept myself mentally alert by reading all the journals accessible to me.

Have you any means at your disposal whereby I can do more Biochemistry in my spare time?"

11/2/1960

A Medical Report by Dr Alice Cox (who was a Doctor who treated him in the army) reads, in part, thus:

"The record ... classifies your illness of December 1942 as Neurosis, Anxiety Type.... I could not satisfy myself about either the item of an attack of paralysis of the lower limbs in civilian life nor of a possible "Hysterical Fugue" which had been treated at 106 S.A.G.H. I noticed that you were restless and fidgety and had a very slight stammer. The only Doctor mentioned in my notes as having previously treated you was Major Ruskin."

15/2/1960

A Medical Report by Dr J MacW MacGregor reads, in part, thus:

"...he was discharged from the army in 1944 having had two blackouts. It appears that these were fugue like states and he was given the diagnosis of Schizoid Personality. I don't wish to disagree with the army but to my mind Dr Greeff is not a Schizoid Personality. That term is, in any case, rather a vague one and has nothing to do with Schizophrenia. I would feel that he suffered from an Anxiety Neurosis during the war..."

1/3/1960

Appointed as Government Medical Officer (Pathology) in the State Health Department. This lasted until the 31/1/1964.

5/4/1960

Became a member of the Astronomical Society of Southern Africa.

30/6/1960

Became a member of the South African Radio League. His code was ZS1ZD.

?/1/1961

Attended lectures on Chemical Pathology on an informal basis at U.C.T.

24/1/1961

Lilian Maud Greeff Born (Daughter)

1/2/1961

Moved to 10 Howe Street, Observatory

16/5/1961

His father installed as a Right Worshipful Master at the Lodge Fish Hoek, No.1390 (on the Roll of the Grand Lodge of Scotland).

5/6/1961

Mynderd Jacobus Greeff died aged 62 years (Father).

29/9/1961

Bought a Lee-Enfield .303 Rifle similar to the one he was issued with in W.W.II.

23/11/1961

Note from a friend:

"Jack, are you a Vegan, Vegetarian or a Chemical Pathologist? Your ankles are swollen, your blood pressure is 132/74, your spleen is palpable and you look extremely pale. Megaloblastic Anaemia has developed.

Therefore, Jack....

    1. Have regular blood checks!
    2. Augment with B12
    3. Hope for the best
    4. Indulge in sporadic lacks of will-power
    5. You are pale and shrinking in size. Better have a periodic check (not that I care whether or not I have another mortuary customer). It would be such a shame not to have a colleague with which to pick early-morning arguments, should you die."

9th December 1961

Jack: "My year of thanks giving!

My joyous year! I raked this book out in looking for a letter pad and was intrigued to find that my ways, good and bad, had in no way changed. My ideas have become amplified and, in some ways, intensified and others joyfully confirmed. In spite of success, small but solid, I am Jack Greeff. So? ...what of Rosario Cottage, Salesian Institute, Palatine Road, Dunkley Street, Ammunition Cave, 1954 and all the rest?

I am one qualified practitioner of fairly good repute with:

one house - R4000

insurance cover - R18000

one car - indestructible, invaluable

...and, Glory to the Lord - three thriving children and one to come.

Hallelujah!!

...and Dad died a Right Worshipful Master. Praise His Name!!"

30/1/1962

Registered at the Cape Technical College to study Practical Electronics, ACT1(?) and AIIZ MA5(?). This appears to have lasted until the end of 1963.

9/8/1962

Barbara Renel Greeff Born (Daughter)

1/10/1963

He is sent to Gough Island to do an autopsy.

Cape Times: "South Africa’s polar ship RSA sails for Tristan da Cunha and Gough Island today to take on board the body of 24-year-old Mr J.W.Smalberger, leader of the weather team, who died last month. His frozen body was found on September 18 on the slopes of the island’s desolate South Peak."

Argus: "On board the RSA are Mr W.J.Badenhorst of the Deputy State Attorney’s Office in Cape Town and Dr M.J.Greeff, a Pathologist from the State Health Department. They will help at the inquiry into Mr Smalberger’s death."

1/2/1964

Appointed as Clinical Assistant in the Pathology Department of Karl Bremer Hospital, Bellville, and the University of Stellenbosch. This post was made contingent on him studying for his M.Med degree.

From Family

13/2/1964

Registered to study for his M.Med at the University of Stellenbosch.

Karl Bremer

Jack: "...No sign of free (Baboon) cages which are urgently needed to facilitate the practice of our intentions. I do not think I am Persona Grata with Professor Van Zyl. I have been told by two senior people not to interfere with the Colony Managers duties. If I don’t, I see the system breaking up before my eyes. I badly need a technician to help me treat sick baboons. I am discouraged by people wanting such big returns yet they practice absolutely mean and parsimonious methods.

.... I made up my mind to go on leave because I was at my wits end. It seemed that all I had paid in time, energy, neglect of personal needs, academically and physically over the past two months was being thrown down the drain..."

Danie: "In that period between 1961 and 1968, something went terribly wrong with his personality, with his circumstances, perhaps in relation to outsiders. We find that people regarded him as eccentric, but I regard him as a disturbed soul, it goes deeper than being eccentric. Whether it was latent and was another aspect of his determination to succeed, to not accept alms from other people, I don't know.

Joe and I corresponded because my mother was with us in Graaff Reinet and I was telling him different things and he responded but there wasn't a word about this degeneration in his situation, not money wise or financial wise, domestic wise or what ever, not a word."

1968

Diagnosed as suffering from an Anxiety State

11pm, 1st January 1968

Jack: "I am beset with many problems. I failed M.Med 11 a month ago. I feel dangerously insecure with the automatic termination of my letter of appointment. I cannot sleep properly. Always waking up between 2 and 4am. Need sedatives to get to sleep again.

The house is in a mess and needs painting and plastering in the absence of 4 years maintenance. The garage and outhouse filled with junk. Inability to discard anything against a time of poverty. Stuck with a Filing Clerk’s job.

The car needs several big jobs

The overdraft is gradually increasing.

The study loan is due soon. There’s nothing to pay it with.

The insurance policies may have to be cancelled.

I have no courage

I have no one to approach for moral support.

5-6 years since I have seen Danie and feel he needs me to discuss his studies.

The children are becoming neglected.

Sandra has failed.

Clinically I am dangerous

Medico-legally I am useless. "

(To a psychiatrist) 1968

Jack: "Please do not lose patience with me as I am more in need of your help than you appear to think. I did not come to Grootte Schuur Hospital to be placed in another job (although I need help in that direction too) as I have used the Labour Bureau in Town in the past.

I came to Grootte Schuur Hospital because I thought it was the best on the continent, perhaps the best in the Southern Hemisphere; therefore its psychiatrists and the people they would refer me to occupied a certain elevated status. It might be considered a cheek on my part to solicit those energies usually devoted to much more serious needs than mine, except that I’d like to stress that my first approach to you was to aid me in the interests of my children. The interests of my children are still the main terms in the resolution of my problems.

I still have a very clear recollection of how I grew up. My mother had to support us and I know my own personal failings well enough to realise that it would not take much to make expose my own children to the same problems that beset me. Therefore, in my present state I urgently need some guidance (friendly guidance if possible) to make the right decisions which I cannot trust myself to make.

I have no one to turn to because during the past four years in a total effort to overcome my difficulties I have dropped out of sight of the few friends I had and estranged everyone I could go to. I have finally put myself out of court by my behaviour over the past 6-12 months. The problem is real. I have one good suit of clothes to my back. The rest, except for three pairs of flannels from a sale, are the now unusable and unrepairable gifts from relatives or from dead people.

An overdraft helps out the pay I get from the hospital. My house has not had its proper repairs for over eight years. I have just incurred a major debt in forced repairs to my car. My student loan is due to be recovered soon. If I leave the State Services I loose the R8000 cheap insurance I meant to be used to assist the kids through schooling. If I leave the Cape I leave my mother who is a Grootte Schuur Hospital dependent; also, there are some elderly friends I should not leave, even for my own sake. Above all, I want my children to grow up in the Cape for intense personal reasons. I do not want to leave my children alone, even for just 6 months, while I look at conditions elsewhere. The family has built up associations of their own which counterbalance what I don’t give them. I have serious personal problems to solve, which I can do much easier in my usual frames of reference than I can in a strange town amongst strange people.

If I run now I will always be running. If I go now I’ll leave with an impossibly bad reputation which I won’t have time to come back and change; it won’t be changed at a distance. If there are social reasons for my not staying here then they will operate equally forcefully elsewhere. If I don’t need help, I don’t need to go. If I do need help, I dare not go."

(To a Psychiatrist)

Jack: "I was scared of you at the time of my first approach because of the possibility that you could warp the rest of my days by a wrong decision; a wrong decision formed by your own ineptitude, haste caused by pressure of work, a too casual approach, a lack of moral fibre or bias. I was also very scared that I might, in my state, misrepresent my case through inarticulacy and flighty-mindedness or through sheer terror present a clinical picture that could supply a weak man with any of three or more diagnoses. I also have doubts as to the wisdom of talking to you. The only thing that overrides my doubts is that, in the end, if I am small then at least I am strong enough to speak out.

You see, I am partially Jewish through the Coskeys of Sea Point. It is something I value. It is also something I do not camouflage. So when **** comes up to me in the laboratory and says "You know, you must be half Jewish." And I ask him "Look, must I cry?"...Etc. it is in the presence of a half dozen rabid politicians. Twice I have been called "Hoffman’s friend." in the tearoom. I have also been considered politically unsound by my family. Twice, at work, I have been told about policy.

So why do I tell you this? You are supposed to make a diagnosis sometime and need all the facts. Other people have some of the facts and have, four times to my knowledge, already tried to make a diagnosis. When I left the Army in 1944 it was with a medically unfit discharge, a standard 6 school education, a suit of clothes, a small gratuity and no job. I wanted to become a Doctor and I knew that I had to have a Matric Certificate. The Army found me a job in the Accounts Department of the Public Works Department in Cape Town where the atmosphere was a welcoming one but full of sniping from the Afrikaans section. After some time, however, I left as I did not find enough time to swot in my crash program of doing Junior Certificate and Matric in parallel by correspondence. After several changes I eventually landed at Grootte Schuur Hospital as a Telephonic Operator at night. This in no way indicates what I went through till 1946 when I passed. My relatives and friends thought I was daft. In some ways, possibly, I was. Self-centred I certainly must have been because I did not become entangled in any of the usual distractions. Life seemed particularly vivid whenever I recall that period. I seemed to have a peculiar force driving me on to extremes of endeavour. I wish I could work now with the vivid intensity I did then. And, of course, I did not expect to be accepted as a Medical student. Even the Army had refused an application from myself to be a Medical Orderly which I thought would help me in my studies. I had no money for the first year.

(Later, under Nohidor, 9.30am)

What I wanted you to see this morning was how I felt when everything I had battled for in over 18 years was lying in bits behind me. I don’t think battle is the wrong word. No money for books of any nature. Lectures were written on odd scraps of paper scrounged and salvaged anywhere. Living on a pint of milk a day and figs pinched from a neighbour's tree in the morning before they got up. Walking into Town and back from Observatory for a normal plate of food. At my father’s house while my mother-in-law considered me a hobo (on the make). Living on 6d worth of monkey nuts till my hair fell out. Later, when my loan was increased I ate much better.

When I failed, I lived in a garage because I wouldn’t sponge off a certain kind-hearted person.... and so on, till I became a reasonable Government Pathologist and even got sent out to Gough Island to do a post-mortem in the snow. I am now an active Ham and Astronomer with its concomitant growth in self-confidence. But now I have no money, no character, no ability, no job and, above all, no friends.... not to go to for help, but to discuss things rationally and get adult and mature advice. I’m scared. I’m scared of losing my mind.

The proverbs say that the fool openeth his whole heart. One should not put ones faith in princes. "

1968

Jack: "... Saw Gillis this afternoon. He agreed that in a stress situation I’d gone up the wall."

1968

Jack: "... I approached *** on how to obtain permission to go to the new hospital on an errand. He answered; "OK kid, you’re a Doctor or something?"

How much more have I to sink?

Even Gillis said: " Who would want a job like that anyway?"

How did all this start? I only wanted to improve my knowledge so that I would be more competent to do my job. What a reaction when I applied! My Regional Health officer told me he is coming with hat in hand and offered promotion to prevent me taking a postgraduate course. He must have serious doubts about my ability. Perhaps I was politically suspect at the time. Niehaus told me he was requested to keep me under observation."

1969

Jack: "... Stayed home sick. Still scared it may be Cancer but shy to ask for Cytology. If it is my time it is limited to spend with my children. Sick to the heart with possible results of failing. Things are not coming right generally."

1969

Diagnosed as having Brachial Neuritis

4 Am, 28th April 1969

Jack: "Awoke 3 Am and failed to fall asleep again. Took two caffeine tablets and coffee powder.

At this stage have not entered for exam.

Do not know whom to go to for advice.

Unable to get Medical Certificate from Gillis.

Van der Walt wants me to drop the M.Med.

Weber wanted me to drop the M.Med.

Retief refuses to let me write.

The Dean does not know my personal state.

J.J. seems apathetic to my presence on the job."

1969

Jack: ".... I have just come from a session with Retief. He said that he could not involve himself with people. He had to sometimes act like a Civil Servant and make assessments on the results people produced. Accordingly, he did not think that I had conducted myself like a citizen who was preparing himself for a M.Med degree. He had heard from many people that I always panicked under stress and repeated tests ad nauseum.

The results of the exams had decided both the external and himself that I should not attempt the M.Path degree as that was most stressful and dynamic of all the disciplines. I had wasted one and a half years of my life chasing a fantasy.

What I want to know is...

....Is a Psychological trauma expected to heal as quickly as a bone fracture? Is not the University holding my social defects against me?..."

To an Examiner.

Jack: "... You know how primitively little I know and can appreciate how ashamed I feel about what the external examiners must think. I need to sit out for my health’s sake. Any other path would create too many problems for myself. The whole year has been concentrated on restoring my mental well being. By evading my problems I have created problems for others. A bungling old fool sowing chaos about him in his blind thrust towards a delusion..."

6/5/1969

He gave notice that he was withdrawing from the M.Med course.

Jack: "... The colours have faded. The emotional warmth has lost its exquisiteness. The situation has become slightly blurred, out of focus. I no longer know my way clear. I do not see my cause into the future.

  • I have had to stop the M.Med.
  • I owe over R2000.
  • My insurance is in confusion.
  • The house is unclean.
  • Amateur Radio and Astronomy untended for about 3 years.
  • Reading desultory.
  • Alcohol or drug support for sleep.
  • 4 children to guide into respectable habits.
  • No fixed job, except by hearsay.
  • Future job will be at a lower rate of pay and will always be temporary.
  • I do not live with the present scale.
  • Reputation never worse.
  • Car needs repairing. Still paying off old account.
  • Sandra’s teeth need assessing and needs constant and sympathetic moral support!
  • Meinhardt needs lifting out of his lazy habits.

It does seem as if I am avoiding action. Nowt was done till 9pm when I made coffee. I had Anatomy to do and Biochemistry to swot. Yet I go and read a trivial novel till 11pm. Am I now getting to like convalescence? Am I going to sink into liking my sloth?

A fifty years old M.B.ChB, scraped through, managed to survive, yet not adequately coping. Who has been in constant fear for five and a half years; precipitating what he feared by his fears. Causing so much damage that I can no longer escape paying. Knowing that I have to pay so much that it were better that I pay it here than one thousand miles away.

I wish I could record the slick sidestepping of my cerebral synapses.

5.30am. I’ve been awake the past half-hour. My first coherent thoughts are about my position at the hospital. I am worried about the nature of the job jeopardising my standing as a Medical Practitioner. I wish I had someone I could leave to unravel the domestic side; the children’s education, clothing, money, gardening, neighbours etc..."

1970

Became a Member of the Royal Philatelic Society, Cape Town.

1/1/1970

Appointed as Medical Officer in the Pathology Department of Tygerberg Hospital, Tiervlei, and the University of Stellenbosch.

19th January 1970

Jack: "I shall shortly have completed 50 years. I don’t know how things are going to turn out. My stomach feels the food sitting heavy. I had to take some sugar vinegar to lighten it. My right lung seems funny with a hawking cough. There’s an aching pain in the area below the Right Scapula. I have to get a health certificate passed to be able to keep the job I have.

I don’t feel ready for work. I don’t think I will until it has been confirmed.

I took time off for a smoke just now and was depressed by my trend of thought. I have serious doubts about how I should chart my course for the future. Am I right to keep battling on like this?

I feel so alone. "

1/5/1970

Danie, Joyce and family return to Cape Town.

23/9/1970

Edith Maud Greeff (born Mayor) died aged 74 years. (Mother)

1/12/1972

Promoted to Senior Medical Officer in the Department of Anatomical Pathology at Tygerberg Hospital.

1973

Moved to Plumstead

Bill: "When Jack moved to Plumstead he started this evening group on a Friday, all the family used to gather. He very keen on getting children from Observatory to this do. I don't think their parents paid all that much attention to them and he encouraged them to come to Plumstead. He used to go and fetch them."

Mike: "He used to come back with a Combie-load of them. Normally he took kids from broken homes where the parents couldn't afford much."

Bill: "And that's Jack, he would take the shirt off his back to help anyone."

Mike: "He was a very kind person."

Bill: "He had some strange ways, but he did a lot for people."

Mike: "If you said that you liked a book, he would find the book for you and deliver it to you. But if you offered to compensate him he would storm off, vowing never to see you again."

From Family

1978

He had his Gallbladder removed. A Cholecystectomy. His medical examination showed he had also developed a ‘minimal restrictive lung disease’.

23/5/1980

Margaret Elizabeth Greeff (nee Ungerer) died aged 75 years. (Step Mother)

From Family

1993

Girlie Dies

5/5/1993

Paddy Caulfield dies. His car was hit by another at an intersection.

Mike: "Paddy was a very open chap, he was genuine in his friendship. Jack was fortunate, as was I, in knowing him. He admired Jack a lot. Jack was shattered by his death.

Paddy insisted in paying his own way. He used to insist on supplying his own drinks when they met on a Friday night.

He found Jack interesting to talk to in spite of his occasional emotional states.

I knew Paddy for 43 years when he died. In that time I never heard him swear once. He was a gentleman in all respects. His word was his bond. Jack admired his tenacity. What really cut him up was that Paddy had just gone back to University to study for a BA and was in his final year when he died.

Jack felt that he was like an older brother to Paddy.

With the exception of Paddy, Jack fell out with all his old friends at one time or another. Jack had to dominate and control everything in his particular environment. Unfortunately he came up against people just as determined as him and consequently, people didn't talk to each other for a long time Jack and myself didn't speak to each other for a couple of years. It wasn't worth my trouble going over there and I was very close to Jack, very close, closer than you appreciate sometimes.

From Family

He did deteriorate mentally in later life. I saw Jack on and off about 3 times a month. He never came down here, I always went up there to say hello. I think his relationship with people just deteriorated and eventually he had no relationships to speak of because at one stage, when I was a young guy he knew everybody. Everyone knew Jack Greeff.

He ended up upsetting everybody until he was left with one friend only and that was Paddy who used to come round on a Friday evening and they used to have a glass of wine or cane spirits and smoke a couple of cigarettes and talk for a while and that was it.

So that was the net result, that's what it was all about."

Maatjie: "Over the years Jack’s ability to walk progressively deteriorated due to poor circulation.

He was fond of reading and collected thousands of books. After retirement he kept himself busy by teaching. Nevertheless, he continued smoking quite heavily and had a very inactive lifestyle. He hardly ever socialised. When walking was still no problem he used to go to the Grand Parade (flea-market)every Saturday morning and visit the second-hand bookstalls. He was well known in these circles.

He collected 78-rpm records. He also collected other bric-a-brac in great variety. He was a compulsive collector.

One morning during April 1994 he did not get out of bed. He said he had a ‘tummy bug’. He stayed in bed for 10 days and refused treatment by a doctor. After this he had to use a walking frame to get about.

I noticed he had begun dribbling while eating. I then realised that he must have had a slight stroke.

His condition deteriorated further, yet he refused even Paracetamol for the pain that he had in his hips while walking.

In June he lost his speech.

On the 2nd August, in desperation, I took him to Grootte Schuur Hospital. He had no faith in any other doctors apart from those at Grootte Schuur. They said that there was nothing that they could do and that he would be better served staying at home.

On the 6th August he suffered a Bilateral Vascular Accident and never regained consciousness. On the 10th August he passed away at 15.45."

From Family

Partial list of his Publications:

1. Title: Observations On Spontaneous Pathological Lesions In Chacma Baboons (Papio ursinus).

Author: Weber HW; Greeff MJ

Source: AMERICAN JOURNAL OF PHYSICAL ANTHROPOLOGY, 1973. Volume 38. Pgs: 407-413

2. Title: Spontaneous Cardiomyopathies In Chacma Baboons.

Author: Weber HW; van der Walt JJ; Greeff MJ

Source: RECENT ADVANCES IN STUDIES OF THE CARDIAC STRUCTURE AND METABOLISM, 1973. 2. Pgs: 361-375

Source: MYOCARDIOLOGY. Volume 2

Source: SOUTH AFRICAN MEDICAL JOURNAL, Volume: 46 Issue: 46 Pages: 1765-& Published: 1972

Source: SOUTH AFRICAN JOURNAL OF LABORATORY AND CLINICAL MEDICINE, Volume: 18 Issue: 3 Pages: 115 Published: 1972

3. Title: Pathological Findings in the Adrenal Gland of the Chacma Baboon.

Source: PROCEEDINGS OF THE 3RD INTERNATIONAL CONGRESS OF PRIMATOLOGY, Volume 2, Basel. 1971

Source: JOURNAL OF SOUTH AFRICAN VETERINARY MEDICAL ASSOCIATION, Volume: 42 Issue: 1 Pages: 39-43 Published: 1971

Source: PROCEEDINGS OF THE THIRD INTERNATIONAL CONGRESS OF PRIMATOLOGY, Volume: 2. Neurobiology, Immunology, Cytology. X+245P. ILLUS. MAPS. S. Karger: Basel, Switzerland; New York, N.Y., U.S.A Pages: 221-229 Published: 1971

Source: PROCEEDINGS OF THE THIRD INTERNATIONAL CONGRESS OF PRIMATOLOGY, Zurich 1970. Neurobiology, immunology, cytology. Vol. 2. S. Pages: 221-229 Published: 1971

4. Title: Adrenal Pathology In Chacma Baboons.

Author: Weber HW; Greeff MJ; Price PJ

Source: SOUTH AFRICAN MEDICAL JOURNAL, Volume: 46 Issue: 24 Pages: 818-& Published: 1972

5. Title: Successful 24-Hour Experimental Kidney Preservation.

Author: Groenewald JH; Weber HW; van der Walt JJ; Greeff MJ; van Zyl JJW

Source: TRANSPLANTATION PROCEEDINGS, 1971. 3. Pgs: 634-636

6. Title: Congenital tuberculosis - Report of a probable case.

Author: LeRoux FB; Schwersenski J; Greeff MJ

Source: SOUTH AFRICAN MEDICAL JOURNAL, Volume: 53 Issue: 23 Pages: 946-948 Published: 1978