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Oom Paul Kruger se verjaardag, rysmiere wat skielik verskyn, die Piet-My-Vrou wat roep, die Bosveld visvanger se tjiep-tjirr, ‘n legio bygelowe gaan saam met die koms van die reën. Dis lekker, sulke vertellinge or bygelowe.
Kom ons relaas oor die stories rondom die koms van die reën en die seën wat dit vir ons bring. Die knoop lê in die gebruik van die volgende woorde in jou reënsnoer:
Die vroeë dag ontwaak met die hetige son wat soos ‘n sfinks net duskant die horison reeds hang.
Die gevleugeldes is van vroeg af reeds oproerig omdat hul besef dit gaan weer ‘n riller van ‘n warm dag word. Alles is asvaal in die omgewing van die swembad. Die gazanias se koppe hang reeds na die warm soel nag. Hul lyk soos paria wat nie daar tuis hoort nie.
Astrant verskyn ‘n wolkie wat dit durf waag om voor die son in te skuif. Die wolkie bou op met soepele bewegings en word meer en meer.
Skielik is dit soos ‘n impi wat aangestorm kom. Die reënbuigiet sy welkome water uit op die wagtende arena. Dit glim en skitter. Die eensaamheid van die wolkie het ‘n sege van water gebring in die verlate omgewing.
‘n Pragtige akwarellis waarna almal gesmag het.
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I had an adventurous ten days out on a farm high up in the hills. This is my last day.
The last day arrived. I systematically got my stuff ready to pack the car. In the meantime, I fed the cats, rabbits, and Trompie(my dog).
I let Trompie out at the front. He explored the nearby hillside while I climbed the seven steps up and down with all my stuff. I was worried at first that it would rain which luckily didn’t happen.
I vacuumed and put everything back as I found it. After lunch, I lay down and rested a bit. I washed the dishes, at four o’clock I fed the cats. chickens and the rabbits.
It was near five o’clock when I chased the sheep back into their home paddock. Two sheep were still missing.
As I climbed into the car, I hurt my leg against the car door. It was a bloody mess. I put a tissue on it, and put my tracksuit pants bottom elastic over the tissue and wound so it stayed in place. It helped to stop the bleeding.
When I came down the hill near the main road, the lost ewe and her lamb almost had reached the main road. Fortunately, there were two ladies on the other side of the two sheep. The sheep were standing and wondering where to go next. I pulled off the road to see if I could drive them back home. Then a car came by, which drove the two sheep to one side of the road, without stopping or slowing down. I got out of the car to chase the two up the hill. A little way from the car, the car’s horn started to blow. Trompie stood with his front feet on the steering wheel and onto the hooter. I went back and told him to get off the hooter which he did. I went back to chasing the two sheep. I got behind them, and they ran full speed up the road and hill. I hoped they found their way home. In the meantime, one lady approached me. She was the owner of the farm where I stopped in front of the gate. She helped to catch a runaway dog, and now the two runaway sheep too. She also said that one of her sheep had a late lamb.
She also explained that the sheep are frequently released or allowed to run between other farms, which is not fair to her. Leanna usually fetches them at the end of the day. The neighbour, who called me, also said something about the way the sheep graze on other farms.
I safely returned home and unpacked the car. I was overtired when I got home, and bought fish and chips for dinner.
Tuesday morning I was so tired it felt as if a train had hit me as I got up. I had the usual Tuesday morning tea with Jan.
That was the last of my ten days on the farm for the holidays.
I had a good time on the farm. The weather was horrible and I had to stay inside the most of the time. I had to go out in the pouring rain to let the sheep into the paddock every day, feed the chickens who are way up the hill from the house.
Chicken coop up the hill.
Sunday October 6, Family and friends visited and we had a lovely sunny day. The weather was so good that we had a barbecue in warm weather(the wind was chilly)
Are you going to join me next month and see if we can finish 50 000 words during the 30 days of November? I am going to write in Afrikaans and all about my years from my study years up to the last year in South Africa. That would be a stretch from 1965 up to 2008.
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Beste leser, hierdie is ‘n denkbeeldige vertelling van verskillende persone wat elk ‘n hoofstuk skryf oor ‘n denkbeeldige biblioteek in ‘n herehuis genaamd Eden. Aan die einde van my hoofstuk kan jy op die skakel kliek om by die vorige hoofstukke uit te kom.
Kan dit wees?
Vreemde ontdekking Nadat die berig in ‘Die Adder’ verskyn het van die gruwelike ontdekking wat me Barber gemaak het moes ons as Towerinne inderhaas ‘n vergadering hou om die modus operandi uit te dink en te besluit wat met Klem de Kaak gedoen moes word om te stop dat hy en sy koerant verder aandag trek om hulself te verryk.
Ons besluit toe dat ons soos een man of vrou gaan inspring in daardie biblioteek om uit te vind wat alles daar versteek is.
Vroeg oggend is al die Towerinne gereed om in te begin.
Toorts, en haar span, bestaande uit Trommeltjie, wat haar trommel gaan skud om oudhede op te spoor, Virgo en Seegogga gaan die kombuis takel. Daar is verseker onheilige dinge in Eden se kombuis uitgedink en bespreek.
Sodra die stoof weer werk gaan Lorenzo kom en vir ons, onder Toortsie se toesig, ‘n feesmaal voorberei wat mev Marx, die kok, na haar asem gaan laat snak.
Die ander Towerinne gaan die biblioteek verder deursoek. Vuurvliegie wil steeds die vloer verander en gaan met Una en Bondels die mat uitgooi. Mens weet nooit wat nog onder al die stof begrawe is nie.
Dan het Hester, Frannie en Positief besluit om elk ‘n boek onder hande te neem en vinnig te lees vir nog leidrade. Kameel gaan ook afstof en Engelse boeke lees met die hoop om iets wyser te word.
Christa gaan met haar Russiese konneksies probeer om uit te vind wat gebeur het.
Ek en Perdebytjie, met haar kamera, gaan die dieptes van die kelder bekyk.
Eerste wat Hester doen is om op ‘n kas te klim wat onder die boekrakke staan. Sy maak haarself gemaklik op die blad en vat ‘n boek uit die rak. Sy roep Frannie en Positief om by haar te kom sit. Die drietjies skuif lekker reg om heerlik te lees. Hul leun soos een man/vrou lekker gemaklik agteroor.
Skielik: Kraak, squeak, stamp-stamp en daar…
skuif die hele kas en rakke met die drie Towerinne voorentoe. Dit gil en gryp om nie af te val nie!
Almal hardloop nader. Dit Oe en Aaa en aha, giggel en ril.
Stofwalms styg uit die dieptes op en by die deur uit. Almal hoes en proes.
“Wow, ons het dit! Ons het dit” jubel ek. “Die kelder se trap!”
“Kom Bytjie, ons gaan eers verken voordat almal hier afgaan en dalk bewystukke deurmekaar kan gooi met al die opwinding.”
Ek en Bytjie het elk een van die mynhelmets met ‘n liggie op die kop. Gumboots aan en daar gaat ons. Doef, daf, slof, stof.
Dis spinnerakke en stof, en dit ruik heel onangenaam onder in die kelder. Deur die gat in die vloer skyn lig op die geraamte wat liggies beweeg in die roering wat ons veroorsaak.
Bytjie blits vinnig ‘n paar fotos.
“Bytjie, kyk hier, dit lyk na n skerpgemaakte klip-mes met bloed aan,” ‘n koue rilling loop langs my ruggraat af. Kliek, kliek, Bytjie.
In die een hoek van die kelder is ‘n klomp ou lappe wat lyk of dit ‘n bed kon wees. Opgewonde begin Bytjie in ‘n piepstemmetjie praat: “Scrapy, kyk! ‘n Juwelekisse met pêrels.
En oooo, kyk die tiara. Dit moet regte diamante wees.”
Bytjie neem net fotos. Ek maak die kissie oop en binne is ‘n borsspeltjie. Die mooiste pers half-edelsteen. Ek vat dit versigtig en vryf dit skoon. Met die vryf verskyn daar ‘n gesig in die steen. Dis ‘n hartseer gesig van ‘n beeldskone meisie. Ai, ek pik ‘n traan weg as ek daaraan dink wat die arme mens hier in die kelder moes deurmaak.
Ek kyk nog verder rond en sien ‘n handspieël wat se agterkant handborduur is met die fynste kruisstekies.
Die handvatsel en raam is suiwer goud.
Ek draai die spieël om en vee die stof af. In die spieël verskyn twee gesigte. Die gesigte van Isabella en Charlotte. Hul is besig om met mekaar te praat. Beide is opgedress soos in die ou dae se bordeel meisies. Isabella meer deftig, oënskynlik die een in bevel, en Charlotte.
“Isabella, wat gaan ek doen? Ek kannie die kind hou nie en ook nie vir Josef vertel nie. Wat moet ek doen?”
Isabella kyk Charlotte minagtend aan: “Ek het jou gewaarsku dat jy nie kan bekostig om verwagtend te raak nie, maar nou ja, Josef was net die een vir jou. Ek sal jou help om die baba te laat aanneem. My broer, Leonard, bly op Eden by Josef en Sophie wat nie kinders kan kry nie. Dit kom egter teen n duur prys. Jou broer Karel Hardy gaan duur betaal omdat ek sy verwende rykmans suster moes uithelp.”
Charlotte kan net met betraande gesig haar kop skud.
Daar kom opgewonde stemme van bo van die trap af en maak dat die gesigte in die spieël verdwyn.
“Hoekom is julle twee so stil daaronder? Wat gaan aan?” skree Hester.
Ek beduie vir Bytjie dat ons eers moet opgaan en die fotos aan die ander wys.
Bo gekom bestudeer ons die fotos. Ons vertel toe ook van die handspieël wat ‘n kykie in die verlede gewys het. “O-n-g-e-l-o-o-f-l-i-k,” kom dit uit een mond.
Wat gaan daar nog alles uitkom? Ons wonder almal.
WoordNoot gaan vir ons verder navorsing doen oor wie Klara regtig is en wie se geraamte dit kan wees.
I had a wonderful time looking after Bea while Daddy worked in the garage. At first we played with her play dough. Just after eleven Daddy came in to have a cup of coffee. Bea took Daddies hand and led him to the bedroom. She wanted to ride on the rocking horse.
Bea helped Daddy to carry the horse to the lounge.
Then it was time for the ride.
Bea loved the soft hairy mane of the horse. She kept on touching the mane forgetting that she was riding the horse.
Then she got tired, turned the horse on its side and curled up next to it. I covered them with her blanket.
IF YOU WANT TO LIVE ON THE EDGE OF LIFE, YOU NEED TO BE FLEXIBLE.” ~ KIM NOVAK
“I just can’t do it! I can’t,” he implored. Manfred was clearly beside himself.
Holly paused to let the tension digest before replying, “Can’t you negotiate with them, Mannie?“
Manfred looked sad, then stubbornly fixed his jaw, explaining, “No, I just can’t go back. It won’t work.“
Holly decided Manfred wasn’t going to budge. It was hard to understand why he was so fixated on quitting the job he’d started just a day or two before. After all, working in a food truck was good work experience, even if the Manager had indeed abused him and rostered him on at weekends.
Holly also suspected that if Manfred quit this job, he’d find it difficult to survive and worse still, he’d lose the routine and direction he sorely needed in his life. Teenage boys with time on their hands created trouble; something Holly had witnessed with her own brothers.
“So, ah – what’s your plan now?” she ventured, after letting the silence hang for a minute.
“Well, I’ve been thinking about doing street entertainment, so I can start my own business,” Manfred began enthusiastically. “I’d love to remodel shipping containers as cheap accommodation.” “They’re portable, cheap – everyone wants one.”
“A business, hey? thought Holly. “You could call it, Home, ship, Home,” she joked.
Manfred’s face lit up, giving Holly a warm feeling inside. Since meeting Manfred on the park bench months before, she’d grown to like his confidence and enthusiasm. He’d charmed her with easy conversation and a good dose of charisma, but she knew he was dangerously impulsive. And that was worrisome.
After promises to meet again, they parted ways. Holly back to her family in the suburbs, and Manfred to who knows where. Holly wondered where he’d sleep that night. He said it was often safer to walk the streets at night and ‘crash’ in the park, when daylight came. Holly also knew on those nights, he used pills to cope with his inner demons. She resolved to find help for him, when they met again, the following week.
It was whilst clearing the dishes from Mum’s lamb casserole; the 6 o’clock news blaring in the background that Holly’s legs suddenly collapsed – her head hitting the floor.
“MAN FALLS from the CITY BRIDGE in DARING STUNT.”
When Holly came to, it was easy to forget the news story. Surely, she’d see Manfred’s smiling face again, at the end of the week.
After work on Friday, Holly rushed down to the City Bridge, anxiously looking for Manfred’s slouching figure, waiting as he did, in their usual spot.
Nothing.
An empty seat.
A gut wrenching, tearing despair mixed with utter hopelessness blinded her thoughts. Was Manfred really gone?
With trepidation, Holly peered over the police tape cordoning the City Bridge’s narrow railing, her throat filled with bile.
A wilted flower was forlornly tucked in the wires. As Holly pulled it out, a gum wrapper fluttered to the ground. Her heart broke as she read the words scrawled thereon:
“Home, ship Home”
Something different for Sunday Sayings this week
Appreciate and treasure the moments with others.
There isn’t always a second chance.
“The things which are most important don’t always scream the loudest” – Bob Hawke
My Heart Belongs To A Schnauzer Bushy, flowing moustache, With eyes that pierce your heart Protective and intelligent – A friend right from the start. A dog who loves to romp and play, so spirited and fun, Yet always there to listen To your cares when day is done. A charming disposition – Affectionate and sweet A Schnauzer shares my world each day, And makes my life complete. (author: unknown)
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1967 Wag-‘n-Bietjie-Koshuis. Ek het ‘n selfgemaakte rooi linne rokkie aangehad en my eerste hangertjie wat ek vir my gekoop het.
Skoolhou Hennopsrivier Laerskool 1968-1971. Ek het self die truie gebrei.
1972 Laerskool Potgietersrus koshuis. Die hare is ‘n haarstuk wat ek nog steeds het. Dis regte mens hare
1979 besluit ek om ordentlike fotos te laat neem om aan korrospondente te stuur. Swart truitjie met rooi kraletjies om die nek. Ek het in 1974 alle kleure stringetjies kraletjies gekoop in London op ‘n vlooimark
30 Augustus 1980 trou ek met ‘n “wonderlike” man. Satyn bandjie en astertjie om die nek. Spesiaal my hare laat groei vir die geleentheid.
