Toeka-Tokkel no 18:Eetgoed toe/en/of nou

Hiers ek weer, hiers ek weer, met my Toeka-Tokkel voor jou deur.

Ons skryf Afrikaans en geniet dit!

Besoek my vorige pos met hoe dit werk deur op skakel te kliek:

Vandag en die week se stories gaan oor

EETGOED -toe of nou

Eetgoed toe
Ek het in n mate Hollands groot geword.
Daar is heelwat eetgoed wat eg Hollands is.
My ouers het soms na n Hollandse winkel gegaan om spesiale eetgoed te koop.
Meestal het ons dit ook net op Sondae gekry omdat dit die enigste dag was dat ons almal tuis was.
My Pa het meestal Sondae n bietjie laat geslaap. Ons as kinders het beurte gemaak om vir hom en soms my Ma ook as dit winter is n koppie tee in die bed te bring.
By die tee kon ons dan n eg Hollandse beskuit met bietjie botter op saam met die tee gee. Ons as kinders kon een beskuit kry terwyl my ouers elk twee gekry het.


Beskuit en Bokkepootjes


Dit is n delikate koekie met sjokolade op beide punte. Slegs vir spesiale geleenthede gekoop.

Daar was ook “hagelslag” wat ons in n dun lagie op ons botter gesmeerde broodjie kon kry op Sondae.

Ek het gereeld ons bokmelk gekarring om botter te maak. Tussendeur het ek van die room geklits en dan n dik laag op my vars sny brood gesit en gesmul daaraan.

Nog iets heerliks was biesmelk wat gekook is. Sodra dit dik en gestol is met kokery gooi mens die water af. Mmmmmm, heerlik met bietjie suiker en kaneel. My mond water sommer noudat ek daaraan dink.

Hier in NZ kry mens darem
Bakers Marie beskuitjies + tennis beskuitjies kry mens hier te koop by Internasionale afdelings in kettingwinkels.


Mrs Balls Perske Blatjang(ek verkies appelkoos maar mens kry dit nie.)

Sjoe, nou moet ek eers vir my n warm sjokolade gaan maak om te drink- dis koud en bewolk en ek soek bietjie warmte.

Baie groot dankie aan al die ouens wat oor n mens in elke blom geskryf het.

Dit het nogal my en ander lesers se hartsnare geraak.

Toorts met Madeliefies

Toortsie se Toekatokkel oor ‘n persoon in elke blom

Kameel het elke kind in n blom gesien

Elke vrou ‘n blom

Dis Ekke met Rose

Tannie Frannie met Hibiskusse

Tannie Frannie en Proteas

Dit is dan die opdrag en lekker lees vir die week.

Die volgende is  19. GROT

Magic mirror : Picture it and Write



Look at me! I am  thin and well eaten. It is impossible to look like that in the mirror.

Still full and round without a scratch. There has to be something wrong!

I heard Ruth talking about a magic mirror. It can’t be. Ruth had been nibbling on me at least for an hour before putting me down in front of this mirror.

When I look at myself I am still in tact. I felt her biting, heard her chew and swallow, still I am whole! Impossible! Scary, now someone else can also bite and chew on me!

Dream on baby, I am going to turn myself brown so nobody would like me.

Wishful thinking! I still look uneaten in the mirror!

123 words

Miners Hill: Monday Finish the Story – May 25th, 2015

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

The story begins:

“The only residents remaining in the small town of Miners Hill are spirits.”

That was the message Jake got from his good work mate Stef.

“Why did it happen? Why Miners Hill? There are so many hills where the spirits could roam free!” Jake was thinking.

He was staring at the once active and friendly little town. The miners had so much joy and fun here. They were a happy bunch until this big ugly company took everything over. They were not good enough to work for the company. All were fired on the spot. No back pay, no compensation. All just kicked out. The company’s fancy soft workers could not handle the pressure. They were all killed when the mine exploded. Now only their spirits are calling to be released!

“Never am I going to let them out!” Jake thought.

Anchor it! Sunday Photo Fiction – May 24, 2015

A pair of Anchors

Anchor It!

Twenty years after the disaster Captain Jones, now eighty years of age, stood with tears in his eyes when he unwrapped the anchors of his ship.

The anchors that saved everybody’s lives. If it had not been for these anchors the ship would have crushed on the rocks and nobody would have survived.

That dark night, Jones got the oman that something was going to happen. He got up and went to the upper deck and steering cabin. He could hear, by the way the waves were breaking, that the ship was in trouble. On the instruments he saw  they were near the shoreline. Huge boulders and rocks sticking out. Jones could not see them but he knew they were dangerous. He let down the anchors,  pulled the siren to evacuate.

The anchors balanced the ship till all were in the lifeboats. The ship broke in half and sank.

151 words

Dreams: FFfAW Week of May 20, 2015

No 14


The Three girls, Victoria, Ally and Celia, were on their tummies, on the lawn sharing their fantasies about the lonely Gazebo.

“Celia, what do you think about this lovely Gazebo? I think  it could tell many romantic tales.” Victoria looked with sparkling eyes at the Gazebo.

“ Yes, maybe. I heard some sad stories about couples who used it to get married.”Celia reminisced. “And…..?” Victoria asked, with stars in her eyes.

Ally the youngest of the three girls, argued that she thought it is a happy place. She would love to meet a handsome boy, one evening while the moon is shining and the stars are bright as diamonds. So special and romantic.

“No, you are way too romantic, I don’t like boys!” came the answer from Celia the tomboy.

“Well, you two girls, I don’t care what you think or say, tonight I am meeting Tom at 9 pm here ! How romantic is that?”

154 words

New life : Monday finish the story – May 18, 2015

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Finish the story begins with:  “The crew of the Angel Flame received orders to head out.”

Jack had to hurry up to board the submarine. They were on their way!

Two days ago Jack had a phone call from Anne informing him that she could not marry him. No explanation, nothing. He felt helpless and sad. It felt as if the whole world had given way under him.

He thought of taking his own life but first went to the pub. At that moment captain Todd was recruiting sailors.  Two  of his old hands had the flu. Jack explained to Todd that he could navigate a ship. Deal done!

Jack had to take Spock to the kennels. He arranged that his sister would pick Spock up and look after him. Jack quickly threw some underwear, t-shirts and shorts in a plastic bag and off he went.

To hell with Anne!

147 words

Mondays Finish the Story

Monday Finish the Story May 11th- 17th, 2015

Mondays Finish the Story

This challenge runs from Monday to Sunday! Get creative and have fun finishing the story!

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Finish the story begins with: 

“Arriving at the beach, she reflected on her life.”

“ Must I decline or accept the offers? Both are important to me!”

Standing, overlooking the bay, Anne thought back. It made her feel happy but also sad.

Two years ago she nearly ended her life. Jack and Spock saved her, not only from drowning but from herself also. She loved Jack dearly and he her too. Anne went back to freelance modelling last month.

Jack asked her to marry him last night. The day before the modelling agency asked her to come back full time.

“I have to decide what is more important!” she thought. “Working full time will occupy my whole life. Marrying Jack won’t leave me with much time for modelling.”

She took a deep breath:

“I am going to decline both. I am still married to the owner of the agency. Both are impossible situations.”

150 words.

Another duck tale… FFfAW week of 05-13-2015

Welcome !


Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 5-13-2015

Duck’s eye of few:

The river is full after days of heavy rain. The duck family escaped the flood at the moment. They are looking for a way out.

Suzy duck, told this family to come and live with them in a quiet pond.. As always, it is better to be with the familiar than moving to an unknown place. Now it is too late. They don’t know in which direction to go. The  flood was on top of them before they could reach safety. They are stranded in an unknown place. What must they do? Start flying or stay here on the path?

Hunter’s eye of view:

Lucky me! Now I can show my friends what I can do with a shotgun. Take aim, pull the trigger! Bhawa!

Off they are! All of them!

Lucky for the ducks this time, not for the hunter.

Upside down world. Picture it and write



“What is going on? Why am I not feeling anything? It feels as if I am in a vacuum!”

Katherine slowly opened her eyes. Quickly she shut them again.

“Oh, my head!” The sharp light made her shut her eyes for some time. Then she tried again, opening only one eye. “What is going on with me?” she asked herself again.

“Everything looks just so evasive, but wait!” Concentrating, looking through a little slit of her eye she saw something  unbelievable.

“Wow, that’s beautiful and so clear and bright. It looks as if I am looking at the world through a peephole.” She was so tired, she had to lie still with closed eyes again.

She tried the other eye and saw the same scene.

“Am I hallucinating? Why is everything upside down?  The clouds and sun can’t be under the voilage !”

Katherine passed out again.

The emergency team and police found her, unconscious, between the tall grass and vegetation. She could hear people talking to her. She wanted to ask them why she felt like this. She could not open her eyes again and she drifted off into the surrounding blackness.

“Katherine, Kathy can you hear me?” Katherine recognized the familiar voice of her best friend.

“Everything is okay, Kathy, you are save now. The police caught the people who did this to you.”  Katherine sank into a deep dreamless sleep, away from all the hurt.

239 words.

Off with her head…. Monday finish the story

Mondays Finish the Story – May 4th, 2015

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Finish the story begins with:
“After losing her head, she realized that the rest of her body was falling apart!”

What an awful feeling. She had a throbbing headache after she executed her favourite doll.

“Pink love, my lovely doll! How could you do this to me?” Rachel was thinking back to yesterday.

When she came home, her love doll was in the arms of her best friend. Without a word Rachel grabbed the doll. Put it on the table. She picked up her mother’s big sharp knife.

Shouted: “ Off with her head!”

Whoosh… and the head went to the floor. Rolling, rolling and rolling till it stopped in front of her friends feet.

Rachel pulled the rest of the doll apart.

She saw the doll in pieces and started crying. Rachel’s friend went over and put her arms around her when she realized that it was Rachel that was falling apart because of her experience with her parents…

Mondays Finish the Story