Memories

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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 was the seaside city we spent our holidays at. Kings beach was one of two beaches frequented by campers. The other beach, Humewood, was well shaded by a promenade.  My sister and I had met George at…

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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

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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 any get rough round the edges .” This one had got rough round the edges and the person who did the biopsy took quite a lot out with the mole! ) I remember it well. The night…

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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 one of the A streams. There were a thousand girls and each form had 9 streams. (C3, C2,C1, B3, B2, B1,Alpha, A1 and A2). I started at C2 so I had a lot to prove and I…

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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 a fizzy drink. Words can stick in a teenagers mind. Then after dinner in the evening he would sit stretched out on the three seater sofa with a dovaman’s head and body partially on the second seat…

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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 at the hairdresser’s. Her first chore of the day was to drive the cans of milk from the previous evening and that morning to the large town dairy. She combined this with the delivery of fresh farm…

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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 she carried meant that the chairs she sat on had to be strengthened so they would not collapse. The chair she used the most was on the back verandah. It was the one she worked from. There…

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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 of the four people who ran the farm in four separate posts. He was a tall man whose height I rarely saw. He bent, stooped, knelt and doubled over everything he worked on and always had big…

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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 pipe were two newly hatched, featherless, yellow beaked birds. Rather bedraggled after being swished down. It was Friday, the last one of the month which meant that as soon as we got home we would be getting…

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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??🤣❤ I have mostly enjoyed these “gap” times.  I got my bike towards the end of my first and only year at Moray Primary School and I found movement with balance exciting.  The early mornings and then…

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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 our collections and in all this “ourness” was a teacher who was ours. He loved this room and us. He put our work up carefully mounted on coloured card and spoke to us individually. I think he…

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Memories of a garden …

So we returned to Rhodesia. Mum was picked up from work and we travelled the 10 hours to Bulawayo. We followed our progress on little hand held strip maps where you turned over a page each time a section was done. My mother’s brother and his wife with their children welcomed us into their home and we stayed with them for some weeks. It didn’t seem long as we enjoyed hanging from and climbing in the large tree in their garden. There were also good long walks through the town to…

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