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Tell us about the home where you lived when you were twelve. Which town, city, or country? Was it a house or an apartment? A boarding school or foster home? An airstream or an RV? Who lived there with you?
Mixing up the lengths of your sentences creates variety for the reader and makes for much more interesting reading.
Today’s twist: pay attention to your sentence lengths and use short, medium, and long sentences as you compose your response about the home you lived in when you were twelve.
Remembrance of my home at age twelve!
My home, to me as a twelve year old girl, was a house in a rural area called Erasmia in South Africa. I lived there for 5 years with my parents and two sisters.
There were not many houses at that time. Today it is a town on its own and also a suburb of Pretoria(today called Tswane).
This house, in Peter Street, had three bedrooms, a lounge, bathroom and toilet. Also a kitchen, big enough to house a 8 seat dining table.
I shared a bedroom with my younger sister . We each had a bed that was folded up against the wall during the day. On top was a shelve from which hang a curtain to cover it up. When using the beds at night, we had to make sure that the two front legs were wide open. It happened at times, while turning around in my sleep, the legs would collapse. It was quite a shock! Suddenly falling out of bed! I can still remember it clearly!
The kitchen was the best place to be. Most of our daily activities took place there. We had a black Esse wood stove. My mother baked delicious dishes in it. Wintertime it was warm and cosy in the kitchen. My parents usually closed the inner door to keep it lovely and warm. We would sit around the table and listen to the radio. First the news at 7 and the bible reading at quarter past . The best was the evening story 7:30pm – “Die du Plooys van Soetmelksvlei.” Also “Die geheim van Nantes” on Springbok Radio.
I can’t remember much more of the house. It had three round windows in the front. This was kind of unusual for those days. There was a small “stoep”(veranda) at the side. A double door let you through to the lounge.
The garden was quite big. It went up a hill or “koppie”. At the top were big boulders and some tall trees. We loved to play there. It felt like in the jungle. All covered between the branches. Nobody could see us when we were up there. We usually played Tarzan and the apes. We climbed these trees like real monkeys.
At the bottom of this hill there was a chicken run. We always had hens and fresh laid eggs. There were also turkeys – they were for Christmas time!
This is all I can Remember at the moment.
A man and a woman walk through the park together, holding hands. They pass an old woman sitting on a bench. The old woman is knitting a small, red sweater. The man begins to cry. Write this scene.
Today’s twist: write the scene from three different points of view: from the perspective of the man, then the woman, and finally the old woman.
Old lady in the park!
(Three different points of view : 1. William the crying husband. 2. The loving wife. 3. Old lady on the bench)
In the Park:
I don’t want to think about it!
Every time I see an old woman knitting it reminds me of Sarie – my mum. Up to the end I still called her Sarie.. She, at times, got so furious when I called her that.
Mum was also a very keen knitter. I wonder what this old lady on the bench is knitting? It is something red and small. Looks like something for a baby.
I feel like crying when I think back of the days while my two boys were still babies. Their mother and I were always fighting about everything until I landed up in jail. It makes me cry every time when I think of my two boys who are fully grown men now. I never had the opportunity to know them. So sad.
Lucky for me I have a new wonderful wife and a beautiful baby boy. Just thinking about these two loves in my life makes my cry – not out of sadness but out of joy.
Wow, it is a beautiful morning. I am so glad we could go for a walk together this morning. I wonder why my dear William is crying again this morning. It is such a lovely day and we are together!
Oh, I see, he is looking at the old lady on the bench. She is busy knitting something red. It looks like a baby sweater. How lovely to see someone still hand- knitting. Today’s young mothers are not interested in hand-made knitwear. This old lady looks so happy and relaxed. She is enjoying the outdoors and her knitting. She must be thinking about the baby or maybe her grandchild. I am going to squeeze Williams hand because I know what he is thinking and going through. I am happy I have him and love him so much it hurts. Life can be very hard on some people.
Look at the blue sky, feel the warmth of the sun on my cold hands. It is a beautiful day to be outside.
I am glad Marlyn brought me to the park this morning.
She is such a sweet girl. I don’t know what I would have done without her the past year. At the moment my legs are hurting so much I can hardly walk. She organised a walker and brought me to the park. She helped me onto the bench and gave me my knitting.
I am so excited with the idea of Marlyn having her first baby. This red yarn was still in my knitting bag and will be just enough to complete a sweater.
My fingers are very stiff and cold but this lovely sunshine will help to warm them up.
I wonder who are these two people? Must be a couple. They are holding hands. No words between them. He looks very sad and oh, how sweet, she is giving him a loving hug.
“Good morning you two! It is a lovely morning isn’t it?” They can’t really hear me because my voice is not loud enough. I’ll just wave at them in greeting. They wave back and walk on. I hope they can sort out whatever is bothering them . Life is too short for arguments or unhappiness.
My world this Tuesday!
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Luigi posed only for this one today.
Who’s the most interesting person (or people) you’ve met this year?
Today’s twist: Turn your post into a character study.
From Hong Kong to New Zealand
February 8, 2014 is a date I won’t easily forget! My lovely international student arrived at Wellington Airport that day. Little did I know that we would have the best of time together.
I had to pick up Alpha and her niece that day. Her niece’s home stay mother could not pick them up because she had a broken arm.
Looking out for two Chinese girls you have never seen, was a bit stressful. I wrote both names on a big piece of cardboard. Holding it up did not result in finding them at first.. Then much later they came walking down the stairs. One plump and short walking in front with a taller and thinner girl two steps behind.
I introduced myself to the short girl thinking:”She had to be Alpha.” No ways, it was the niece who is supposed to be the leader of the two. She also did all the talking and gave instructions how to pack the luggage. Alpha was this timid quiet, obeying follower all the time.
After dropping the niece off I had the opportunity to ask my questions. She told me that’s how it worked in Hong Kong. Her niece was a “princess” and she had to obey whatever was asked from her. (Luckily I could help her sort out the situation because Alpha wasn’t allowed to be herself)
Getting to know her was and still is wonderful! She is a lovely, caring young woman. She helps wherever and whenever she can. She is also interested in everything I do and the way things are done here. She feels like my own daughter by now. We feel each others moods. We support each other where and when ever we need to.
I am privileged to call her Kiki. It means that I am part of her as family. Strangers have to call her Alpha and I have to introduce her by that name to my friends.
Watching her walking and doing things her own way is very interesting.
When walking down the front steps she more hops than walks. Holding up her arms to balance herself. She also gives short slow steps when we go for walks or do shopping. She always walks one step behind me. When arriving in New Zealand, Kiki had short black hair which is now long enough to tie up out of her face. At times she could not see well through the hair hanging in front of her face. The hair also sometimes dipped into food. We had some good laughs when her hair also ate some of the food!
There is always a smile on her face. She loves to talk and learn new ways and things. Studying in English is very difficult. At first she translated everything into Chinese and then back into English. Specially the history is very difficult because of the lack of language knowledge. She is working very hard to reach her goal. I hope for the best and that she will be successful at the end.
I’ll miss her company when she is back in Hong Kong.
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