n Oupa storie. A Grandpa story


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My memoirs is besig om nader te beweeg aan die tweede deel nl my laerskool tydperk. Ek het vandag heerlik terug gedink aan my oupa wat by ons kom kuier het. Ek was toe so nege en n half jaar oud. Oupa het vir ons kom kuier vanuit Holland.

n Oupa Storie

Oupa S. het vir ons kom kuier net kort na ons Erasmia toe getrek het. Hy was redelik kort van draad gewees. Ek was maar skrikkerig vir hom omdat hy en Pappa nogal gereeld argumente gehad het. Tog het ek hom geniet. Hy het meestal in die middae op n spesifieke stoel gesit en n rukkie gedut. As hy weer wakker was kon ek op sy skoot kom sit. Hy het dan meestal die mooiste stories vertel. Dit was n hele ritueel om te besluit watter storie hy sou vertel. Hy het altyd n swart baret, skeef oor sy eenkant van sy kop getrek, gedra.

Sodra ek op sy skoot sit haal hy die baret af:“Kom, soek nou eers vir ons n storie uit!” en gee die baret vir my.

Ek sit dit oor my gesig en kyk.

“Watter een Ineke? Sien jy iets wat die moeite werd is?” Hy vat die baret en hou dit voor sy gesig.

“A, wat dink jy van daardie ene aan die linkerkant? Dit klink vir my of dit n avontuur is!” Hy gee die baret terug aan my om weer te kyk.

Ek kyk. “Oupa ek sien hom. Ooo, dit gaan n mooi verhaaltjie wees. Kyk gou weer!”

So het ons dan n storie uit sy hoed gehaal.

As mens die baret so voor jou gesig hou sien mens klein gaatjies waar die lig deurkom. Dit, was al die stories gewees en daar was baie.

Elke middag na skool en nadat Oupa sy uiltjie geknip het, het ons twee eers n heerlike storie uurtjie gehad.

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My Grandpa

My memoirs are moving closer to the second part, called my primary school period. Today I remembered my grandfather who came to visit us. I was nine and a half years old. Grandpa came to visit us from Holland.

A Grandpa Story

Grandpa S.  visited us shortly after we moved to Erasmia. He was pretty short of thread. I was scared of him at times because he and dad often had arguments. Yet, I enjoyed his company. He usually sat in a certain chair for a while in the afternoons having a nap. If he woke up, I could sit on his lap. He then would tell the most wonderful stories. It was a whole ritual to decide what story he would tell. He always wore a black beret, crooked over his one side of his head.

As soon as I sat on his lap, he removed the beret: “Come, have a look if you can find our story!” And gave me the beret.

I put it over my face and looked.

“Which one Ineke? Do you see something worthwhile? ” He took the beret back and held it in front of his face.

“Ah, what do you think of that one on the left? It sounds like it’s an adventure story! ”   He gave the beret back to me to look again.

I looked. “Grandpa I see it. Oh, it’s going to be a good one. Have a look again! ”

That was how we took a story out of his hat each time.

If you keep the beret in front of your face, you see tiny pinpoint holes through which the light shines. Those dots were all the stories, and believe me, there were many.

Every afternoon, after school, and after Oupa had his nap, we both had a wonderful story hour.

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House sitting 1: First encounter


My first night(Friday) was miserable because

Meggie

could not get herself to lie down in front of her Mum’s bed!

She knew her Mum wasn’t there.

She is sixteen already and full of arthritis.

At the end, she managed.

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Saturday morning.Here are some photos of my new surroundings. Cold, wet, windy. Not a good start but everything went well. Meggie had a three hours sleep in the kitchen.

This morning(Sunday) everything was much better.

Meggie waking up after her night’s sleep.

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Tomorrow I’m off to school again. Hopeful that the two dogs will manage without me for some time!

 

100 Word Challenge – 154


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the prompt this week

… please let me sleep…

What a night Pam thought.

After going to bed last night she heard something moving around her flat. Out of bed, into nightgown. Only a cat! Back to bed.

Twelve o’clock, the fire alarm went off. Out of bed, into nightgown, outdoors. Nothing! Back to bed. Fall asleep.

Three o’clock, rocks landing on the roof. Out of bed, into nightgown, outside. Nobody! Back to bed. Try to sleep. None!

Six o’clock, wake up get dressed, breakfast, off to work!

Nooooo………. please let me sleep….

Photography 101: Home


Photography 101: Home

To kick off this course, let’s introduce ourselves, share an image that meanshome, and get to know our cameras.

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Home is where the heart is!

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Your own chair to sleep in, next to your own bed.

Lovely quilts to keep you warm when it is cold.

Children watching TV at home.

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I had to look after my friends two grand children.

Home to them is to sit cozy on the couch watching TV.