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Times in the Eastern Transvaal, times when we grandmother and grandfather went to visit. Early morning, 5 o'clock, we're at home away. The excited more and more as each of the four hundred and twelve miles to Brakspruit pull over. Then we turn off the paved road, still 1 mile, then we go through the ford and past memories of games at the brook flying through my mind. Up the hill ... then, we turn to the gate.
The pine needles lay thick in the way and there are Grandma and Grandpa for the kitchen. Stop, dismount, greeting, laughing ... and then straight pantry where the round rusks on my guard. Half by Grandma down and out on the table. Coffee boiling water has long stood on the coal stove and cups right. Then I fell away and delight until my belly is so magic. Then when earth dam, tadpoles kitchen cabinet refacing catch calves visited and then called Grandpa. I sat on his lap and listen to stories from Suikerboschfontein's world and time. Of the Anglo-Boer War and grandfather.
Games under the pine trees and then to the vegetable garden and orchard. If Hadeda's start Ha ha haa-we go to the springs to get drinking water. Old Caroline carry the karba's and we ran ahead to the leading water to the dam. Later books vessel and dinner. Then water warm and the bath. Sometimes fetch Granny stopped kitchen cabinet refacing the feather kitchen cabinet refacing bed with goose feathers and are buzz and rolled until a geniepsigge slap my drumstick warm. "I sleep tonight on the feather mattress" "No, your sisters down there." "Oh, Mom." "Come my boy, Grandma for the bed to the sofa."
The night I sleep like a rock, before dawn, when Gran opened her door, I was awake. Then I go and greet her in the kitchen. Then she my cup of coffee and rusks right - wet biscuit. Later to Bamjee ''s shop. Barefoot running through field, walking through streams, over the railway line and sweets for a sixpence we got Grandpa. Then back to the farm ...
Early morning, after two weeks of lewensverykende, enjoy leisurely, back home, with a chicken, kitchen cabinet refacing potatoes, biscuits and a bottle of coffee provision. We still waving as we go through the ford and then it just Hadeda's called living in my ears, misty mornings before my eyes and the feather mattress under my back until we stop to eat. I remember the biscuits and coffee and all the nostalgia is forgotten, kitchen cabinet refacing but now it is a thing of the past, it felt like I experienced for the first time nostalgia. kitchen cabinet refacing
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