Remembering different times at the mission school.

For the Father ( God ) Himself loves you because you love Me ( Jesus) and have believed that I came out from God. I came from the Father ( God) into the world, and am in the world: I leave the world and go to the Father.

John 17 : 27, 28 (Jesus was talking to people while He was here on earth and tells us where He is now. Jesus is with His Father God)
Our roads , sandy and richly golden.

Mom’ s sister , her family and our Gran and Gramps lived in the bush about an hour’s drive from our home. We saw them when Mom decided to persuade Dad to go visit. Her timing was sometimes surprising, as we would be on the way to the Motopas when she would be heard to say ” I would love to see my Mom”. Words then poured out from both of them and Dad would take the necessary turn.

Our road to the mission included a low level bridge. If the low level bridge over the Gwaai(the name we always gave it) was flooded Mum would then hitch up her dress ,offer to walk across the Gwaai and prove to Dad that his precious spark plugs would not get wet. Her confidence was amazing! I wasn’t worried about her at all… now just thinking of the possibilities of her being swept away and the crocodiles makes me cringe. They were young parents.

Once at the mission , we hugged our family and entered the kitchen through its screen door. Strong smells of yeast from dough rising and crusty golden buns baking, mixed in the warm air with the detol they used to wash all the floors. My aunt was kind, strict and there for us. I often took an overnight bag if I knew we were going to visit and I would stay the night.

The bush wars were part of our lives and we children knew that if alerted we were to pull our mattresses into the broad passage. My cousins sometimes chose to sleep in their parents’ room but I never had to, and we felt safe. However, a couple were murdered on the lower Gwelo mission. This was tragic for their two sons at boarding school and unsettling for all missionaries.

One night while sleeping in a room with Jen and Vivian, my cousins a little older than me, I started to whimper in pain. Aunty Yvonne, her ears well tuned to children was there with a flash light .

Yes, there was a lump like a towering volcano red and angry on my back.

“A boil ” she said. “We are going to town first thing tomorrow morning.”

“Morning please come soon! Help must come !” My mind cried out!

Then after ages on the road, sitting straight up so as not to touch the seat with my protrusion, I was home . Mum was immediate with her treatment. Reckitts blue and elastoplast on top of the swelling, with a little pill for me, to kill the pain. Then after what seemed ages…

A maggot crawled out to get some air!

Certain Flies in Africa lay eggs on clean washing hanging on the line. Everything has to be carefully ironed to kill the eggs which if left on the clothes enter the skin, turn into maggots and eat the flesh .

8 thoughts on “Remembering different times at the mission school.

  1. Omg Sandy your mom’s courageous strength shines in all your memories of her. I can see where you get your adventuresome courageous spirit. You have been through so much and thankfully God has always been by your side. I’m truely inspired by you. I had no idea that could happen. We used put our clothes to dry outside in the cloth line but I don’t think we would iron everything. Wow! I love your detail story telling. I think you should write a memoir. What happened after the maggot climb out for air? Where you ok after that? Many blessings to you always πŸ™πŸ™πŸ™πŸ€—πŸ€—β€β€

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    1. The wound was raw and sore Mom disinfected it regularly enough for it not to get worse. With a good dressing on my back life continued in its “routine” way!🀣🀣🀣 Thank you Kelly for liking. I hope my grandchildren will know the kind of life I lived.

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      1. Wow I’m glad you were okay and it didn’t become too serious. Yes I am confident that your grandchildren will be grateful to have been blessed by having such a strong courageous caring loving grandmother like you.

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      2. Sorry accidentally hit sent before finishing the comment lol I tell you technology is not my friend sometimes lol🀣🀣 May God continue to bless you and your loved ones always. πŸ™πŸ™πŸ™πŸ€—πŸ€—β€πŸ‘β€

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      3. Thanks Sandy hope you have a lovely weekend too stay hydrated nice and cool away from the hot summer weather. We have that hot summer weather here too ♨️πŸ₯΅πŸ”₯πŸ”†πŸ•Άβ˜€οΈπŸ†’οΈπŸ˜ŽπŸ‰. Hugs and prayers to you as well my dear friend Sandy πŸ‘β€πŸ™πŸ™πŸ€—πŸ€—

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  2. Oh I do so love your stories!! You remember so much that I have either forgotten or never knew at all. Those are putsi fly maggots. Yuk. You took me right backπŸ₯°πŸ₯°πŸ₯°

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