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.”
Category Archives: Memories
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”
Sabbath by the lake.
Call Me, and I will answer you, and show you great and mighty things, which you don’t know. Jeremiah 33:3 A small pebble ( duck🙂) stirs the peaceful lake, The circle moved, a circle straight succeeds Another still, and still another spreads. Alexander Pope Time wasted at the lake is time well spent. Unknown
A memory of a warm Saturday night.
I still had stitches in from the removal of a suspected melanoma, so I was not playing volley ball with our group as I usually did.( I was once told by a skin specialist to count all my moles but after looking at a few she then smilingly said :”Maybe not! just notice if anyContinue reading “A memory of a warm Saturday night.”
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.”
Memories of our family who ran the farm: My Grandpa
For God has not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind. 2 Timothy 1: 7 In my last story I mentioned that we went to the farm the last weekend of each month, to see my father’s parents. I will try to recall each ofContinue reading “Memories of our family who ran the farm: My Grandpa”
A memory of a very special African Hoopoe
Pursue righteousness and a godly life, along with faith, love, perseverance, and gentleness. 1 Timothy 6 : 11 It was break time at Townsend Girls High School. The old war siren which signalled class change and break time was about to blast and there lying in a furrow below the spout of a rain pipeContinue reading “A memory of a very special African Hoopoe”
A memory of cycling to school
… God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Psalm 46 : 1 There is a time when you are neither an adult nor a young child. There is a time when you are neither here nor there. Not at home and not at school / work. Maybe you are travelling??🤣❤Continue reading “A memory of cycling to school”
A memory from Moray Primary School
We had a new home where I loved the garden (my post on memory of a garden) and mom and dad found us a new school. It was just a few blocks away from our home. It was called Moray Primary School. This was our classroom. Our work on the walls. Our experiments and ourContinue reading “A memory from Moray Primary School”