Memories continued : More about Shelly and Dad is knocked over.

Know that the Lord is God, He made us and we didn’t make ourselves, we are His, like sheep in His pasture, Go to Him, thank Him and bless His name. Because his mercy lasts forever and His truth endures for all generations. Psalm 100 : 3-5 (in Sandy’s understanding) Shelly was practising the pianoContinue reading “Memories continued : More about Shelly and Dad is knocked over.”

Pink roses for father’s day

Honour your father and your mother: that your days may be long on the land which the Lord your God has given you. Exodus 20: 12 The optimist sees the roses and not its thorns; the pessimist stares at the thorns, oblivious of the rose. Kaolin Gubron Those who don’t pick roses in summer won’tĀ pickContinue reading “Pink roses for father’s day”

A memory of friends while caravanning.

Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances ; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus. I Thessalonians 5: 16 – 18 The caravan and camping park were next to each other.  Our friends while using our “Eagle ” tent had stopped coming after their gran past away and Paul theContinue reading “A memory of friends while caravanning.”

A memory of a long hot sandy beach and Dad

As a father has compassion for His children, so the Lord has compassion on those who fear Him. Psalm 103: 13 On a day like today at Peniscola beach it is easy to remember a VW beetle car, George and the mile long beach of King’s beach, in Port Elizabeth, South Africa.  Port Elizabeth wasContinue reading “A memory of a long hot sandy beach and Dad”

A memory of Townsend Girls’ High School.

By this shall all people know that you are my disciples, if you have love one to another. John 13:35 While once a month we spent a weekend on the farm our week days were spent focused on school work. My focus was to prove that I could work at a faster pace in oneContinue reading “A memory of Townsend Girls’ High School.”

Part 4 of the family who ran the farm: Uncle Fred

I remember Uncle Fred for what he said to me. Here are a few of the many things he said. Firstly ” fizzy drinks are rot gut and sugar in your hot drinks is bad. Sugar is worse than alcohol!” Well I still normally don’t take sugar in hot drinks and very rarely have aContinue reading “Part 4 of the family who ran the farm: Uncle Fred”

Part 3 of the family who ran the farm: Auntie Louise

Auntie Louise was a farmer’s wife dressed in either a well fitted dress with pleated skirt or suit with skirt which allowed her to climb into a milk truck. I never ever saw her in trousers. She wore classic low heeled shoes and never went bare legged. Her hair was set once a week atContinue reading “Part 3 of the family who ran the farm: Auntie Louise”

Memories of our family who ran the farm: My Ouma (part2), Grandpa (part 1), then there were my aunt and uncle.

My Ouma as I picture her was always sitting. She had long grey hair plaited and wrapped round her head like a halo. Her hands and feet were small. I remember Grandpa bending down to put her very small shoes on. Her ankles not at all visible because of her extreme “weightiness”. This weight sheContinue reading “Memories of our family who ran the farm: My Ouma (part2), Grandpa (part 1), then there were my aunt and uncle.”