Kameel Stoepstorie: Stations and whistle-stop around Kameel

When the train leaves Vryburg station toward Mahikeng (Mafeking) there is a couple of stations and whistle stops en-route. Today there is not much going on, on this route as the trains that use this line is transporting loads to neighbouring countries of South Africa. We have travelled on the old service road between Paradise and Madibogo to have a look at the marker boards.

First stop is Paradise. There was not a station but the farmers would leave a parcel at the rail side for transportation to the next place. The marker telling us that Paradise is 781 miles from Cape Town and the 4013ft above sea level.

The next station is Devondale. There used to be water tanks for the steam locomotives. There used to be a little shop built of stone and we would travel on the passenger train from Kameel to Devondale for an outing. The Devondale marker reads 790 miles from Cape Town and 4129ft above sea level.

Next up is Mnyani only 5 miles from Devondale. This stop was used for passengers to get a way of transportation. It was also a popular stop for parcels. The maker reads 795 miles from Cape Town and the altitude is 4207ft. As you will notice there is a climb in the altitude of 194ft over 14 miles.

Curnow used to be a whistle-stop like Mnyani. It was a popular place for passengers to make use of the train to travel to Mahikeng on the passenger train. As children, we would call this the milk stop. Farmers would load the milk on the train to be transported to Vryburg to the diary. 797 miles from Cape Town 4267ft above sea level.

The next station is Kameel and it is the station we call home. Kameel used to be a busy station with lots of rail traffic. Today the old rail lines tell the stories of better times. It was the station where the grain from the silos was loaded for the next destination. It was extended with more rail tracks round 1980. The station was also equipped with yard lights. Unfortunately, like so many railway stations, the station building and other buildings were demolished. We still have some fun when the weekly train passes by and you feel the rumble of the train under your feet. It will never be the same again but we are trying our best to uplift the station houses and the community. Kameel is 805 miles from Cape Town 4449ft above sea level.

Still, en-route to Mahikeng is Doornbult. Doornbult is a crossing and between Kameel and Doornbult was the old trolley stop. When a train approached the trolley will have a place to park next to the main line. During the Anglo-Boer War, there was also a corrugated iron blockhouse from where the British troops would protect the railway line. Doornbult is 809 miles from Cape Town and the altitude is 4470ft. This is the highest point on the railway line.

Wirsing is a railroad siding and is located in Ngaka Modiri Molema District Municipality, North-West, South Africa. The estimate terrain elevation above sea level is 1377 metres.

Next up is Rabatho. Rabatho is 819miles from Cape Town and the altitude 4325ft

At the end of our road is Madibogo. Like Kameel Madibogo was a busy station. 821 miles from Cape Town 4038ft above sea level. The water tank is still standing the station buildings has been utilized and forms part of the community.

Thank you to everyone whom made their photo’s available.

Till next time

Sandra

Kameel Stoepstorie: Kameeldoringbome

Soos julle weet het ‘n Kameeldoringboom yslike dorings. Vir ‘n klein dogtertjie is dit sommer allermintige dorings. Onthou tot vandag dat ‘n doring in die sagte deel van my voetsool gesteek het.  Dit het gereën en ons het in die water geloop. Die nagevolg was pynlik. Ma Floss het alles probeer maar die doring het vasgesuig vir dae. Vandag nog is die letsel onder my voet die bewys van die pyn en lyding.

n Kameeldoringboom of dan Vachellia Erioloba se dorings van naderby. 

In Suid-Afrika is die Kameeldoringboom is ‘n beskermde boom. Dit lewe vir baie jare. Van die bome op die plaas was daar toe ons as klein kinders daar kom woon het. Niks krap hulle omstandighede om nie. Nie droogte of baie reën nie. Die penwortel roei baie diep en die maksimum van so ‘n penwortel is 68m.

Die Doringboom verskaf kos, skuiling, plek vir die vee en voels. Dit het ook medisinale voordele vir die mens. Pierneef het graag die bome geskilder.

Groot erkenning word aan die webtuiste gegee vir die skildery naamlik die Dyman Gallery

Jare gelede wou Pa Gerald ‘n boom uithaal wat in die pad was van ‘n ontwikkelling. Die trekker – nogal met so ‘n dakkie – en kettings is ingespan. Die trekker het gekreun en gesteun, maar toe die ketting breek en amper vir Ouboet teen die kop tref  Pa oorgegee. Die boom staan nog vandag heel gemaklik op sy plek.

Die kameeldoringboom wat die stryd teen ‘n trekker en ‘n ketting gewen het.

Die boom dra die mooiste grys peule. As jy desperaat genoeg is kan jy die peul oopbreek en die swart sade uithaal en fyn maal en gebruik as ‘n plaasvervanger vir koffie. Die fyn gemaalde saadpoeier is ook glo goed vir oorinfeksie. Gebrande as van die bas van die boom is goed om ‘n hoofpyn te genees. Die sade word ook gebruik as ‘n voer vir die vee. Die gesegde lei dat ‘n Kameeldoringboom nie sal groei voordat dit deur die maag van ‘n bees gegaan het.

Die peule met hul sagte grys kleur.

Die bygelowe het ook nie die Kameeldoringboom verby gegaan nie. Daar word geglo dat weerlig eers ‘n doringboom sal slaan voordat dit anderbome sou raak slaan. Die storie glo ek swaar. In ons jong dae het die weer 14 van Ma Floss se beeste onder die Kareebome dood geslaan. Die Kameeldoringboom was ongeskonde.

Die Versamelvoëls maak maak masiewe neste in die Kameeldoringbome. Die nes lyk soos ‘n groot hoop gras wat in die boom sit.  Wanneer jy onder die “hooimied” staan sien jy die ingange na die verskillende kamers. Dit lyk nogal soos ‘n heuningkorf. Honderde families woon in so ‘n nes en dit is ‘n gesig om van nader te beskou. Hierdie neste word vir generasies van voëls bewoon.

Ons huis is natuurlik in die skadu van ‘n Kameeldoringboom gebou.

Tot volgende keer

Sandra

Kameel Stoepstorie: Kameel Veld plants

On Heritage Day we spend the day in the veld looking for something different than the usual. Decided to put on our camera strap and walking boots and get going.
After six months of living in the North West Province of South Africa, we thought that it is time to learn more about the heritage plants in the Kameel area.

There is grass and what we know as Vaalbosch but as you will notice the red sand is always visible.

We need to get a guide to learn us more.

Our area is very dry with red sand and the summer temperature rises to 45 degrees Celsius. This year the summer rainfall was less than 100 millimeter. The grasslands are very dry and the wildflowers are far and in between. There are no big fields of flowers but when you find one it is almost an ecstatic experience.

It was a special experience to just wander and experience beauty.

A walk in our back yard park. 
The plants are all part of nature and everyone grows on its own time and energy.
This was one of the strangest plants we came across. It grows not higher than 35cm but has this almost to big for its size seed pods.

If you can identify any of our plants we will appreciate it.

Till next time

Sandra

Kameel Stoepstorie: Kameel 250 Rally

A wonderful festive atmosphere was the spirit of the day. Everyone was talking and walking around the sport field of Kameel Laerskool. The mothers were feeding the crowds. People were meeting old friends from far away at the annual Kameel 250 Rally.

You would ask Kameel. Yes, Kameel and our village has nothing to do with camels.

The Kameel 250 Rally brought participants from all over South Africa to be part of this festive day. A record of 46 entries were part of the Kalahari race.

Our village is known for the railway line that was built in 1894 as part of the Cape to Cairo project. The railway line was built on my Great Grand-father, Alfred Ernest Fincham’s farm – Kameelbult.o

A little more about Alfred Ernest. He was born in the year 1869 at The Grange in the Hopetown District and is a son of the late John Thornton Fincham, farmer and general merchant of the district.  In 1870 he gave up the business in those parts and proceeding northwards to Vryburg.  Bechuanaland where he assisted in establishing the firm of Fincham and Sons. He sold out his interest to take up farming in the Mafeking District, by purchasing a block of farms of 9000 morgens at Ramathlabama.  Alfred was one of the defenders in the siege of Mafeking, belonging to the Town Guard, manning De Kock’s Corner Fort through the Siege of Mafeking.  When it was raised he returned to farm life, giving attention to raising both large an small stock.  He married the Elizabeth Ellen West and they had four children. Louisa Elizabeth, Mary Amelia, Ada Ethel and Victor Baden (my Grandfather)

The foot-and-mouth disease took its toll amongst the cattle and the family then moved to the farm in the Stella district. When they arrived at the farm Louise commented that there was a Lonely Hill. The house and piece of land is still known as Lonely Hill.

This piece of land is right next to the Stella Salt Pans and over the years David Livingston and Robert Moffat visited the area. H Anderson Bryden wrote in his book Gun and Camera in South Africa about his visits to the Finchams

The road between lies across a dead flat, unbroken tree or bush, and is inexpressibly wearisome. The telegraph posts, which follow the road between Vryburg and Setlagoli, rather add to than detract from the monotony. This fifty mile stretch to Setlagoli, dull, fiat, and uninteresting as it is, especially if you follow the post road and do not call at Fincham’s, is to my mind one of the most trying in British Bechuanaland . I have ridden it several times alone, and I have noticed at such times, that the utter lack of relief over this deadly bit of veldt seemed to impress itself even upon one’s horse.

Salt was mined and transported via donkey wagons to Kameel railway line. Later on, a wooden building was erected and the everyday running of Kameel Railway Station came into being.

Victor married to Hester Cecilia Guache  and they raised three children namely Alfred Ernest, Gerald Cecil (my father) and Jean Dolores.


Victor was born on 6 June 1900 in a tunnel underneath the town during the “Seige of Mafeking. 

The newly weds moved to Devondale where they made a living running a small shop. They would drive to Kameel to visit family in friends on a motorcycle with a sidecar.
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My Great-grandfather passed away on 15 Jul 1937 and was buried in the Mafeking cemetery. Victor and Hester then moved the Kameelbult.

They saw the need for education for their own children and for the children of the farming community. The Kameel Laerskool opened its doors in 1934 in a room in my grandparents house. My granny – Hester was very involved with the day to day issues of the school. My parents and we all attended the farm school. All the kids of family and friends also attended the farm school. Growth was evident and my grandfather built a stone school which was later demolished. He then built a two-class room school building and till today it is fondly remembered as the Witskool due to the fact that since I can remember it was painted white. https://deoudehuizeyard.com/2018/01/17/a-farm-school-in-kameel

The Witskool

Later years the school building was renewed and the school that hosted the Kameel 250 Rally was built. The sport fields are changed into the starting point and pit-stops for the competitors.

My dad, Gerald was a keen spectator of all kinds of sport. When my two younger brothers, Cecil and Mike was old enough they all got into the Off-road racing. An old farm bakkie was transformed into a racing machine. ith now sponsorship and no fancy engines they competed in every race. Dad and Pajapan would be the backup crew and my Mon would follow in a car. This was the beginning of holidays next to off-road tracks for the two. Mom would fondly remember all the funny incidents.

Kameel has also delivered some NR and National Champions over the years in the form of Hein Moolman, Cecil Fincham, Wikus van Deventer and most recently, Victor Fincham. Victor is my cousin.

In the words of Victor : Well to be honest it started while I was still wearing nappies. I basically grew up next to the track. My uncle, Cecil Fincham Snr, (is a NRCCC Champion ) started racing the the late 80’s, and him and my Grandfather use to take me to all the races and that is where I fell in love with racing and the mystique and adventure surrounding it. I had done thousands of races in my head and with my bicycle in the back yard growing up and finally got my chance in 2013 and the rest as they say is history…..

Till next time

Sandra

Kameel Stoepstorie: Water is everything

South Africa is located on the Southern tip of Africa. About twice the size of Texas. Climate change has affected water supplies within the region. Rains that usually come and supply the country’s water has come infrequently. Living on the edge of the Kalahari desert makes us realize how precious water is.
This is the reason why there is a lot of excitement when a new borehole is drilled that will supply water to my family on their farm. In fact it is a huge occasion. Once the drill is in place and it starts to crack the earth there is a lot of dust. Our heads are hanging low in prayer that there will be water at the bottom of the hole. Time goes by and a lot of activity takes place. Hennie and myself is watching the process in anticipation.

The drill is set up.
Everyone knows exactly what to do.
My brother starts the generator.
We all gather to witness this occasion.

All underground water originates on the surface of the earth. The heat of the sun evaporates it, it forms clouds and falls as rain or snow. Water accumulates in streams, ponds, oceans and it seeps into the ground. Just how much water is there underground? Geologist have determined that there is 30 times more water underground than above ground in the world!

My brother gives a hope full smile.
The earth is broken
The big yellow machine is giving a roar
The last check for the right place
Spectators gather under the trees.  

My brother is checking the condition of the soil. He always brought a little rock to mom when he drilled a hole containing water. Is this perhaps it.  Some discussions … Some worries …..

Huge machinery, more dust and huge pneumatic chisel is used

At 60m deep there is a show of water and the spray is unbelievable. There will be another little stone to add to my Mom’s collection.

Today we can all look back and say thank you to the Almighty that water came to the surface. We as humans along side with the animals can enjoy a new lease on life even in the drought that is presently so part of our daily lives. Water might be a basic human right in our country but, we living in the platteland in the North-West Province, do not have the privileged of a big dam or two, that supply the area with water. We are solely depending on borehole water. This is utilized by humans and animals. You might want to tell that the dam is leaking – yes it is but have you though about the little wild steenbuck, the little duiker and other that needs water too. Everyone is welcome to share the water.

Till next time

Sandra

Kameel Stoepstorie: Die Lighuis

Dis warm en droog in die Noord-Wes Provinsie van Suid-Afrika. Ons het nog nie ‘n dag beleef onder 30oC nie. Daar is sulke warm Weste winde wat waai en alles verdor. Die boere se vee moet voer kry en elkeen maak ‘n plan en kyk na die wolke en buig laag en pleit by die Groot Genade vir reën op die regte tyd.

So in die week sit ons op die stoep en warm kry. Ons bekyk die voëls in die tuin. Die Indian Myna paradeer ook op en af en intimideer die ander geveerde gaste. Dit is toe dat ons opmerk dat die Myna kort-kort hoog, na die ou Spoorweë Werfligte, toe vlieg. Jou werklik daar is ‘n gat in die lig en die paartjie is besig om huis op te sit binne in die lig. Die ligte staan so ongeveer 10 meter hoog.

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Ons hou hulle dop en besluit dat die ligte seker ‘n tipe broeikas vir Myna’s moet wees. Dis ‘n heen en weer gevlieg en alles waarop hulle beslag kan lê word ingesleep in die nes. Net so skielik as wat die gewoel begin het, kom dit tot ‘n end. Dan word kossies aangedra, wat weer bydra tot ‘n ander bedrywigheid.

Vroeg oggend is daar egter ‘n lawaai van ‘n ander aard. Die lighuis is in rep-en-roer. Ons opmerking is dat daar huismoeles is. Moeksie is nie tevrede met die omstandighede en vereis ‘n lugversorger. ‘n Geskree en gegil wat baie benoud klink.

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Jou werklik daar hang groot vere by die gat uit. Die een Myna is binne-in die lig en die ander buite. Altwee gaan te kere soos besetenes. Die vraag by ons ontstaan sou dit nou deel van die landsbesetting-sonder-vergoeding, wat op almal se lippe is, wees?

Die Myna’s gaan nie net sommer oorgee nie. Beide veg vir hul toekoms. Die aanval duur ongeveer 4 ure in ‘n temperatuur van 35oC. In hul lighuis was dit verseker baie warmer. Dan teen middag-ete kom daar ‘n wending. Die nes is nou weer toeganglik vir beide die Myna’s. Kossies word aangedra en die heen en weer gevlieg neem toe. Die vrede daal weer op Mnr en Mev Myna se Lighuis.

Nou wonder ons wat was die bohaai dan oor. Die antwoord kom sommer skielik wanneer twee voëls uit die lig aarde toe kom. Dit het my aan ‘n ou oorlog-fliek laat dink wanneer die Fokkers so op hul vyande afgeduik het. Die grootste van die twee land met ‘n plof onder die lig. Dis ‘n heelwat groter voël. Dit is ‘n Koekoek.

Die Afrikaanse koekoek is ‘n somertrekvoël. Dit is tussen 30 – 32cm lank en 95 – 112g groot. (African Cuckoo). Die voël is ‘n broeiparasiet en gebruik ander voëls as broeigasheer.

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Tot volgende keer

Sandra

Kameel Stoepstorie: Wanneer ‘n lokomotief ‘n hulproep gee.

So op ‘n snikhete dag hoor ons ‘n trein aankom. Dis ‘n vriendelike treindrywer, want soos hy aankom word die toeter (of is dit nou ‘n fluit) geblaas. Niks ernstig, so ‘n versigtige toet toet. Dit het my nogal aan die tjoetjoe laat dink.

Ons nuuskierigheid kry die oorhand, want alhoewel ons langs ‘n spoorlyn woon is treine nogal skaars.

Die trein kom so stadig nader. Kan ek maar sê hy bekruip ons huis, so amper hinkepink kom hy nader. Dis net twee lokomotiewe. Die een aan die voorkant is blou en die ander ene is oranje. Julle weet amper soos die ou landsvlag.
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Die drywer en sy assistent het omtrent uitgebraai in die kajuit so in die hitte van die stryd. Geen instrument werk nie. Hennie lag, want toe hulle vra vir water gaan haal hy ‘n bottel koue water met glase uit die yskas. Dis toe dat hulle van hul delema vertel.
Nee hulle soek meer water – vir die lokomotief. Die lokomotief het hulp nodig. Die dieselengin kook – julle weet soos wanneer ‘n kar se waterverkoeler lek en die motorengin te warm word.
Die tuinslang word nader gesleep en op die drukpomp gekoppel. Hennie raak bekommerd en wil weet hoeveel water die kragtige masjien nou nodig sal hê? Daar word geskert en gelag stastieke word uitgeruil. Die drywer vertel dat die vrag agtergelaat is en hulle dit weer gaan hak wanneer die lokomotief ‘n bietjie gelawe is.
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Deure soos groot soos hekke word oop gemaak. Die lokomotief sluk lustig aan die koel boorgatwater. Dan word die engin aan geskakel en die aarde maak so ‘n trilling onder ons voete. Nog water word gesluk deur die blou monster.
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Dan kom die teken dat daar nou genoeg water in die tenk is. Die tuinslang word weer terug tuin toe gestuur. Die pomp word afgeskakel en die dag se opwinding is verby.
Die trein het sy vrag gaan hak en met die tweede verbykom slag het dit vriendelik gefluit en verby gegalop.
Groetnis tot volgende keer.
Sandra

Kameel Stoepstorie: Kalkoene en Arende

Ma Floss het ons geleer van kalkoene. Die kalkoene sou die inkomste aanvul wanneer die reën wegbly. Klein kalkoentjies is groot gemaak en saans moes die kalkoene in die hok gejaag word.

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Nou ‘n kalkoen is ‘n groot voël. Die mannetjies het ‘n uitgroeisel of lel wat van die bokant van die snawel hang. Die mannetjies is groter en kleurryker dan die wyfies. Die mannetjie pronk en sleep vlerk. Die geluid wat hulle maak is koel-koel.

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Saans wanneer die son sak was dit ons kinders se werk om die kalkoentrop hok toe te jaag en seker te maak dat almal agter die hek vir die nag is. Jakkalse wat baie lief vir Ma se kalkoene en ‘n kalkoenwyfies sou sommer so van die nes gevreet word. Ons moes seker maak dat die kalkoene hoek toe kom laat middag. Dit was makliker gesê as gedaan. Elkeen sou in ‘n ander rigting hardloop. Dit is toe dat ons uitgevind het dat as jy ‘n sirkel met jou voet op die grond trek sit die kalkoen doodstil in die sirkel. Te bang om te roer. Dit het dinge aansienlik makliker gemaak. Ons het ook geleer dat jy ‘n kalkoen kan koggel deur koel-koel te roep en die mannetjies sou saam sing en pronk. Hulle wag vir hulle kos in die hok. Gelukkig kan kalkoene nie vllieg nie. Hulle skrop in die grond. Wanneer ‘n storm kom hardloop kalkoene hokke toe. Hulle kruip weg. Alhoewel kalkoene op baie tafels beland eet ons nie kalkoen nie.

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Arende daar in teen is anders. Dis die vinnigste voël in vlug. Hy kan ver en wyd sien. Hy vreet nie aan aas nie. Hy styg op sonder ’n aanloop. Arende vlieg die hoogste van alle ­voëls. Hulle styg bo storms uit.

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Dankie aan The Falks vir die foto

Die arend is die enigste voël wat direk in die son kan kyk. Arende word taamlik oud. Hulle vlieg na die hemele toe wat anders is as enige ander voël. Jy sien die arend lig sy oë op na bo. Hy lig sy oë op na die hemele. Die arend vlieg die son in ….. !!

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Dankie aan Arend van der Walt vir die pragtige foto

Die vraag is wat doen ek en jy?

Is ons n kalkoen of n arend?

Kalkoene hardloop en gaan kruip weg maar arende vlieg hoër as die probleem … afgesonderd ……. op na die hemel toe.

Kalkoene hardloop rond as daar probleme is.

Arende spreek lewe en sien ‘n storm as ‘n geleentheid. Hulle rig hulle fokus na bo en vlieg nader na hulle Beskermer toe.

Jy sien wanneer ‘n arend opmerk ‘n storm is oppad maak hy sy vlerke wyd oop en hy daag die storm uit

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Dankie Totemdieren vir die foto

Ons is nie kalkoene wat die hele wêreld rondharloop op soek na ons eie nessies nie… nee ons is arende wat ons vlerke oopsprei en “Catch the wind!

Dink net – as die arend só kragtig is, hoeveel te meer is jy as mens nie?

Tot volgende keer

Sandra

Kameel Stoepstorie: Kameel Rust and Vrede Accommodation

This accommodation on the edge of the Kalahari is situated in a garden that reminds of an oasis in the middle of red sand and thorn trees.

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A visitor relaxing in the sun.

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This establishment caters for everyone and offers en suite rooms, caravan stays and camping facilities. This Cape Wagtail booked in as a camper and build a camp next to the door to one of the guest rooms.

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This family will enjoy the stay in one of the re-purposed camper vans. It sits comfortable between the trees.

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The previous years the swallow moved into the family room. This year the swallows booked late and on arrival they found that the house sparrow family has booked early and were sitting cozy in their accommodation.

The garden offers a lot of interesting and quirky places to visit. This is enjoyed by all the guests. You can visit their Facebook page here

There is a variety of ways to enjoy the gardens and watch the feathered guests.

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Till next time

Sandra

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Kameel Stoepstorie: Ouma Barlow en die dorp Stella

Die dorp Stella het wonderlike kinderdae herinneringe vir my. In besonder Brandstraat. Dit was die straat waarin Oupa Jimmy en Ouma Sannie se huis was. Nommer 10. Vandag lyk Brandstraat heel anders as wat my kinderdae se onthou dit voorgestel het.

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Oupa en Ouma se huis was wit geverf en het so ‘n wye voorstoep waarop Oupa Jimmy graag gesit het en die wêreld bespiet het. Oupa het so ‘n skaaphak kierie gehad waarmee hy jou sommer so nader gehak het. Dit is die straat wat gelei het na die ou klipsaal. Die straat het sommer net daar by die klipsaal gestop. Vandag sou ons praat van ‘n cul-de-sac, maar daardie dae was dit ‘n vreemde woord. Die saal was die middelpunt van die dorp. Dit is nou naas die kerk. Daar was konserte en vergaderings gehou en natuurlik ook het die Vroue Landbou Vereniging hul vergaderings gehou. Ouma Sannie was ‘n raakvatter tussen die vroue van die VLV.

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Die Klipsaal word vandag gebruik as ‘n stoor deur die Munisipaliteit.

Brandstraat se huise het elkeen sy eie styl gehad. Almal was wit geverf. Almal naby die straat. Sommer so naby genoeg dat jy met die uit loop slag in die straat was. Daar was die Celliers huis op die punt naaste aan die klipsaal. Die huis het ‘n stoepie tussen die twee kamers wat soos vleuels op die stoep uit geloop het. gehad. Dan was daar die huis met die geboogde sinkplate oor die stoep. So ‘n regte Karoo-styl stoep. Die stoep waarop die oompie sy pyp gesit en rook het. Die hoekhuis lyk vandag nog baie dieselfde. ‘n Lekker stoep met die lae muurtjie.

Die water in Stella is brak want die soutpan lê naby die dorp. Vir baie jare is hier sout ontgin. Ongeag die brak water was daar heel party windpompe in die dorp, want almal het groentetuine gemaak. Ouma Sannie het ‘n Lemon Verbena by die agterdeur gehad. Dit was ‘n fees om die blare tussen ons hande te vryf en dan die reuk vir die hele dag saam te dra. ‘n Lekker vrugteboord was oupa se pride and joy. Die ingelgde geelperskes met dik vla, was ons kinders se gunsteling.

Oupa en Ouma was altwee kinders van die Willowmore, Patensie en die Gamtoos, soos Oupa het altyd na die Kolonie verwys as sy grootword wêreld gepraat het. Hy en Ouma het mekaar van kindsbeen geken. Hy het die plaas Langverwagt naby Kameel gekoop. Op hul oudag het hulle op Stella afgetree.

Ouma het geduld gehad met ons. Sy het die fynste kant hekel met sulke fyn gare en ‘n blink hekelpen. Dollies was ‘n groot gunsteling. Elkeen het die mooiste glaskrale gehad. Dit het geklingel wanneer sy die koffie ingebring het en dit oor die melkbertjie daarmee toegemaak was. Sy het geduld gehad om my te leer hekel – hotklou en al.

Die kombuis het ‘n houttafel gehad. So wit geskrop naby die koolstoof. In die eetkamer was ‘n bal-en-klou tafel wat ‘n verlengstuk gehad het. Op Sondae was die tafel gedek met ‘n gehekelde tafeldoek en haar beenhef eetgerei. Sy sou op ‘n oggend bel en sommer so terloops sê dat sy my pa se gunsteling skaapboud gaar gemaak het en ons moes oorkom vir ete. Sy kon selfs haar skoonseun onder ‘n wip vang met haar kos wat altyd vol verrassings was. Wanneer dit vetkoekdag was, was dit wonderlik om die vormpies van die vetkoeke in die olie te probeer assosieer met ‘n diertjie. Eendjies en hasies was altyd ‘n reg raai.

Ouma het lang hare gehad. Sy het dit in ‘n lang vlegsel aan die eenkant van haar kop gevleg en dan om haar kop gedraai. Na Oupa oorlede is en Ouma by haarself gewoon het, het die dogters op ‘n dag besluit – Ouma se hare moes kort geknip word. Wat ‘n tragedie was dit. Ouma kon nooit met die kort hare vrede maak nie. Ek het baie dae my tas gepak om by ouma te gaan bly maar het maar elke keer weer terug gekom huis toe.

Ouma Sannie het ook die swaar van die lewe geken. Haar een dogtertjie is oorlede en twee van Ouma se seuns is tydens WWII oorlede. Ek het altyd gewonder hoe sy dit oorleef het want daar was altyd ‘n glimlag op haar gesit.

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Oupa en Ouma met hul kinders op hul 50ste huweliksherdenking

Ouma het nog in die tyd van briewe skryf gelewe. Onlangs het ek hierdie stukkie kosbaarheid van ‘n niggie ontvang. Die brief is gerig aan haar suster, Tant Pollie, wat in Uitenhage gewoon het. Die inhoud is kosbaar!

Tant Sannie Brief P1

Tot volgende keer

Sandra