Vivian Jenkins
Author, Publisher and Educator
I’m so glad you’ve taken the time to visit! You'll find information about my books, and updates on what I am doing - as author, educator and publisher. Retired from teaching and missionary work now, my working time is spend in admin of our publishing company, and revising and developing the Sunrise Reading Scheme and Resources. I continue to enjoy monthly ladies' Bible studies, and - after four years as a registered breeder of persian chinchilla cats - I now enjoy our two exquisite retired queens and Lady Arwen Evenstar's gorgeous boy, Sir Baymax Boniface. You can also visit with Peter - click on About us to find his posts.
From my Blog:
This December sees @chrissielewis and me eighteen months into our new business as #publishers. Having been authors contracted with #LongmanZimbabwe and #PearsonEducationAfrica, it was a big step to start publishing the #SunriseReaders ourselves.With the closure of #PearsonEducationAfrica, we were given the opportunity to buy our Intellectual Property (the #SunriseReaders.) We succeeded, due to excellent advice from others in the business world and publishing industry, and efficient practical service by local book-keeping firm, #TMKSolutions. They guided us through registering the company and becoming registered for VAT and export. I turned 70 last year – so this has been a huge learning curve at an “interesting” age! However, apart from administrating this company (still too small to employ anyone else), my co-author (and co-director of #SunriseEducationalPublishing) – @ChrissieLewis – and I have revised and published two new books from the start to the finish: #SunriseReaders Book 11 (Let‘sbeHappy) and Book 12 (#HousesandHomes).…
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We have celebrated Christmas at home this year, with five of our seven children, and Peter’s brother, Ken. It was very special to be together, especially as last year was very quiet, with our family scattered all over the world. Last week I was playing beautiful Christmas Carols while sewing a Christmas apron as a gift. The timeless words of the songs seeped into my consciousness while I sewed. By the time we got to “Noel, noel!”, I found myself overwhelmed with tears … “…Noel Noel Noel NoelBorn is the King of Israel!This star drew nigh to the northwestO’er Bethlehem it took it’s restAnd there it did both stop and stayRight o’er the place where Jesus layNoel Noel Noel NoelBorn is the King of Israel! … “ The words painted pictures in my mind. I saw a tiny new-born baby, bathed and bundled in His mother’s arms. She was so…
Read MoreMy Great-Grandfather in Zululand – The Rev Dr Frederick Wilfrid Walters Rev. Frederick Wilfrid Walters studied and qualified as a medical doctor during his curacies in All Hallowes, Southwark, St Luke’s, Camberwell and St Philips in Sydenham (1887 – 1892). He sailed to Zululand on 10 December 1892 on the SS Scot. He was accompanied by his wife, Helen Millicent (Mansfield) Walters, their two little boys, Edward and Herbert Aiden, and his sister, Flo Walters. He started work in Zululand as Principal and Medical Missionary at the Zulu Theological College in Isandhlwana. Fairly soon afterwards, the Government wished to appoint a medical officer in Zululand, and the Bishop asked FWW to take up the position in Nongoma. In his own words, writing on March 8th 1894 to The Net Cast in Many Waters (the Missionary Magazine for the Church of England): Bishop has asked me to go to Ndwandwe, where…
Read MoreI’ve been watching some yachts tacking around the bay in front of our house. For quite some time it seemed as if they were going no where. Their sails were drooping forlornly around their masts. They were trying to circle a buoy and return to Simon’s Town harbour, but instead they were listing drunkenly to one side and they certainly appeared to be “in the doldrums”. I knew they were desperately trying to position themselves to catch the wind. It must have been so frustrating – and exhausting – straining at the ropes with all their might. And going no-where. Then, suddenly, one of them got it right – a sail billowed out like a sheet in the wind, and the yacht began to move forward … I could almost feel the sailors’ relief as they moved sweetly into position and started to glide smoothly away from their struggling friends.…
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