Kaalvoet Vrou Monument

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Oliviershoek Pass

Wanneer jy voor die monument staan besef jy dat die vrou klein van postuur is. Haar skouers is smal, byna asof sy koud kry in haar gegote gewaad. Sy is geklee in haar Voortrekkerkappie en lang rok. Onder haar rok steek haar fyn kaalvoete uit.

Haar regtervoet trap op ‘n klip. ‘n Mens verwag amper ‘n gebalde vuis of ‘n intimiderende gesig wat luidkeels uitroep, maar alles behalwe. Haar arms hang langs haar sye, verseker nie die lyftaal van ‘n veglustige aktivis nie. Sy het ‘n tipe kyk wat met jare se ondervinding kom. Liefdevol, wys, sag, geduldig en omdat die geskiedenis dit laat deurskemer, maar met ‘n goeie skoot vasberadenheid op.

Beeldhouer was Anton van Wouw

Die kaalvoet vrou is ‘n interessante hartseer storie van Susanna Catherina Smit. Susanna was die suster van Gert Maritz en die vrou van eerwaarde Erasmus Smit wat as die Voortrekkers se predikant opgetree het.

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Die groep vroue was deel van Piet Retief se trek wat besluit het om die groen land van Natal as weivelde te kies. Volgens oorlewering het van die Voortrekker-vroue met ‘n Britse kommissaris in ‘n woordewisseling betrokke geraak. Hulle het met hom gestry omdat hulle nie onder Britse gesag wou staan nie en gesê dat vryheid vir hulle meer werd was as hulle lewens. Dit is toe dat Susanna Smit die bekende woorde uiter, “Liewer kaalvoet terug oor die Drakensberge as om onder Britse beheer te staan.” Susanna is egter in die destydse Natal dood, wat beteken dat sy nooit kaalvoet terug oor die Drakensberge geloop het nie.

Tot ‘n volgende keer

Groetnis

Hennie & Sandra

Pecans are just an excuse

DSC_0325Driving over the Van Reenens pass on the N3 to Sandspruit Farm stall. An array of nuts and dried fruit awaits you. The staff always smiling tells about what is available.

Once the shopping was done and time for a turn around we decided to do a road trip through the Zandrivier Valley. We cross the old steel bridge making a dirt road our friend.

Love to share this recipe

Chocolate Pecan Nut Pie

Crust: use 250g. rich short crust

Filling:   125ml. cocoa power, 5ml vanilla essence, 300g can evaporated milk, 375ml caramel brown sugar, 3 extra large eggs, 60g butter melted, 250ml of pecan nuts.

  1. Crust: Prepare the pastry and roll it out to a thickness of 3mm on a lightly floured surface. Line a greased 24cm diameter loose-base baking pan.
  2. Cover airtight with clingfilm and chill for 1 hour. Pick the base, line with greaseproof paper and fill with dried beans. Bake blind in a preheated oven at 190oC for 10 min. Remove paper and beans and bake for a further 5 min until the pasty is golden brown. Reduce oven temperature to 180oC.
  3. Filling: Mix all the ingredients, except the pecan nuts, and spoon into the prepared crust. Arrange the nuts.
  4. Bake for about 55 min or until the filling is cooked and set. Leave to cool and serve luke warm or cold with cream or ice-cream on top.

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A low water bridge crossing the Sand River 
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A bald ibis in the river bed 
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Piolons and fodder bales 

 

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Beautiful animals grazing 
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St Joseph church with its twin bell towers. 

 

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Around the missionary the surrounding wall is stone packed.
Always a surprise when a sparkle of red

Thank you for spending time with us on our road trip.

You can read more about a trip via the Sand River Valley to Bluebank

Till next time

Hennie and Sandra

Journey to Stardom

We purchase De Oude Huize Yard and our family moved to Harrismith on 15 December 2000. Our sons did a huge commitment to leave their schools, sport and friends behind and join this new venture into the Free State.  Remembering the night that we traveled to Harrismith and the uncontrolled veld-fires were lighting the skies Pedri made a comment —so beautiful but so destructive.  Our new lives away from the hustle and bustle of Pretoria and “retirement” in the town will have to make a difference.

Everything’s done on impulse.

We bought the old house to save it from the bulldozer and in the words of Adam Small:

proud ou gabou—pathetic pêllie
stil ou—djy fancy djy staan nog…
djy word gedemolish sê ek vir djou!…
Hoor djy die pêrepote vannie bulldozers?

Ever since we have spend all our time in renovating and collecting history about our house and the town.  Even thought everything that we , Pedri and Gerald-Cecil have done did not come easily we still see this as a blessing and we would like to believe that we have made a difference to De Oude Huize Yard and our neighbourhood.

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Our neighbours are the best.  On our day of arrival they welcomed us with tea, coffee, rusk and a lot of help.  Strange people opened their hearts and hands to help us to move into a very dialectic house.  They treat us with love and open their heart to all off us.

On opening the front door of our new dwelling we immediately decided to give it a name — De Oude Huize .  The state of neglect was cleary visible and we decided to keep to the original era of the house and try to safe a little history in Stuart Street.  We had little experience of such a big renovating process and as the kids at school asked Gerald-Cecil— does your parents know what they are doing—he could honestly answer I don’t know, I think they don’t know themselves.

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We have read articles on renovating but nothing really helps until you start with the process.  We have asked stupid questions and really work our fingers to the bone.

 

The renovation process of the original house was solely done by Hennie, Pedri and Gerald-Cecil.  They have sanded floors, scraped down old paint remove rotten novilon, wood and carpets. They have cleaned the yard from invasive kakibos.  They have leveled the garden and made new beds.     They have opened up the Attic , painted every room and  replaced old floorboards.

 

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To put the cherry on cake the new sandstone wing was added on the footprint of the old stables.

 

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Till next time

Hennie & Sandra

De Oude Huize Yard