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Tell us about the home where you lived when you were twelve. Which town, city, or country? Was it a house or an apartment? A boarding schoolor foster home? An airstream or an RV? Who lived there with you?
Today’s twist: pay attention to your sentence lengths and use short, medium, and long sentences as you compose your response about the home you lived in when you were twelve.
June 19, 2014
My home, to me as a twelve year old girl, was a house in a rural area called Erasmia in South Africa. I lived there for 5 years with my parents and two sisters.
There were not many houses at that time. Today it is a town on its own and also a suburb of Pretoria(today called Tswane).
This house, in Peter Street, had three bedrooms, a kitchen- big enough to house a dining table, a lounge, bathroom and toilet.
I shared a bedroom with my younger sister . We each had a bed that was folded up against the wall during the day. On top was a shelve from which hang a curtain to cover it up. When using the beds at night, we had to make sure that the two front legs were wide open. It happened at times that, while turning around in my sleep, the legs would collapse. It was quite a shock when you suddenly fall out of bed! I can still remember it clearly!
The kitchen was the best place to be. Most of our daily activities took place there. We had a black Esse wood stove. My mother baked delicious dishes in it. Wintertime it was warm and cosy in the kitchen. My parents usually closed the inner door to keep it lovely and warm. We would sit around the table and listen to the radio. First the news at 7pm and the bible reading at quarter past(boeke vat) . The best was the evening story 7:30 pm – “Die geheim van Nantes” and/or “Die de Plooys van Soetmelksvlei.”
I can’t remember much more of the house. It had three round windows in the front. This was kind of unusual for those days. There was a small “stoep”(veranda) at the side. A double door let you through to the lounge.
The garden was quite big. It went up a hill or “koppie”. At the top were big boulders and some tall trees. We loved to play there. It felt like in the jungle. All covered between the branches. Nobody could see us when we were up there. We usually played Tarzan and the apes. We climbed these trees like real monkeys.
At the bottom of this hill there was a chicken run. We always had hens and fresh laid eggs. There were also turkeys – they were for Christmas time!
This is all I can Remember at the moment.
The “Koppie” and front of the house with its round windows.
More photos of my home at 12
I wish I had photos of my home at the time,, a few in the garden but not the house,,, beautiful place..
Thank you. My father took the photos. We also helped my father on week ends to build our own house. He took photos showing the building of it step by step!
Wonderful reading of your memories! Thank you for sharing!
Thanks glad you liked it. can’t remember much
Ag dit is lekker herinneringe. Voorwaar drie einenaardige venstertjies.
Beslis goue oomblikke om te onthou en neer te pen! (My ingels is maar nie so kleurvol soos regte engelse nie!
Die huis het steeds die ronde vensters. Die stoep is egter toegebou in n ekstra kamer. Ek het in 2010 “down memory lane” gery en daar verby gery en ook n foto geneem!
Dit is reg so die “down memory lane.” Dit sluit af. Het na 50 jaar terug plaas toe gegaan, en daar in die ou murasie gesit en onthou. Was ook al terug Threadneedlestraat toe, en na die huis daarna ook. Hier het ek en my sus die audacity gehad om te gaan klop en vra of ons deur die huis mag loop.
Dis beslis lekker om net terug te gaan en te herleef. Gelukkig kon ek dit saam met my suster doen en dit maak dit nog lekkerder. Het langs die skool waar sy skool gegaan het en waar ek ook 4 jaar skool gehou het gaan kyk ook. Lyk nog dieselfde maar alles is omhein en beveilig!
Ooooo ek het nie daai foto’s nie?
Kan jy nog die blyery daar onthou?
Ek onthou net hoe lekker ons op die koppie gespeel het en hoe jy die veld aan die brand gesteek het. Ek kan oliebolle onthou en die inry-fliek
Ja dis waar. Jy wat deur die Spiese se bulldog gebyt is! Inry by Fonteine en later Swartkop.
Ooooo hel ja so witte! Dit het altyd deurgegaan vir my pokke immunisering!
ENNNN jy en Kobie het my eenkeer op die bed vasgemaak en my daar gelos… grinnik… dis waar ek geknou is! 🙂
Wow dit kan ek nie eers onthou nie! wanneer was dit? Toe ons al op Gerhardsville gebly het?
Nee nog in Erasmia Ek is seker dit was net ‘n speletjie maar dit het in my kop vasgesteek Hehehehe… dis waar ek my knou gekry het.
Ek weet net dat K soms baie kwaad geword het oor dinge wat ons nie wou doen nie maar die bed storie is vreemd. Is jy nou bang om bed toe te gaan?
Nee julle het my nie aan die bed vas gemaak nie Ek dink ons het cowboys en kroeks gespeel en julle het my gevang en my arms en bene vasgebind en weggeloop. Ek kan nie baie onthou dat ek en sy baie gespeel het, dis meer ek en jy wat gespeel het.
O ek sien! Sy was ouer en nie baie “spelerig” nie. Sy is maar besig gehou met buitemuurse aktiwieite soos tennis, swem, musiek
Ek kan nie dink waarom ons dit nie gedoen het nie… sug … nie dat ek nou enige talente het nie! 🙂
Die geleentheid was net nie daar nie. Vandat ons uit Erasmia weg is was daar geen geleentheid nie. K se lesse is voor betaal. Sy het voorreg gehad om klasse te kry in al die ekstras wat ons nie gekry het nie. Ek was n redelike atleet wat net ontwikkel moes word maar daar is net gese ek kan nie na skool bly vir oefening nie want Pappa “wou” my nie kom oplaai na werk nie. Sou nie so erg gewees het want dit was nie n groot ompad om my op te laai nie. Maar nou ja dis water onder die brug en jammer want my talente het verlore gegaan. Ek is seker joune ook
Ek het darem bietjie koor gesing. Ag wat dis ook nie so erg nie Ons het altyd darem gnoeg gehad.
Ja wat en nou op ons hoge ouderdom weet ons darem om baie dinge te doen
Dis so en dis nog lekker ook!
Beslis!