n Oupa storie. A Grandpa story – I scrap 2
n Oupa storie. A Grandpa story
My memoirs is besig om nader te beweeg aan die tweede deel nl my laerskool tydperk. Ek het vandag heerlik terug gedink aan my oupa wat by ons kom kuier het. Ek was toe so nege en n half jaar oud. Oupa het vir ons kom kuier vanuit Holland.
n Oupa Storie
Oupa S. het vir ons kom kuier net kort na ons Erasmia toe getrek het. Hy was redelik kort van draad gewees. Ek was maar skrikkerig vir hom omdat hy en Pappa nogal gereeld argumente gehad het. Tog het ek hom geniet. Hy het meestal in die middae op n spesifieke stoel gesit en n rukkie gedut. As hy weer wakker was kon ek op sy skoot kom sit. Hy het dan meestal die mooiste stories vertel. Dit was n hele ritueel om te besluit watter storie hy sou vertel. Hy het altyd n swart baret, skeef oor sy eenkant van sy kop getrek, gedra.
Sodra ek op sy skoot sit haal hy die baret af:“Kom, soek nou eers vir ons n storie uit!” en gee die baret vir my.
Ek sit dit oor my gesig en kyk.
“Watter een Ineke? Sien jy iets wat die moeite werd is?” Hy vat die baret en hou dit voor sy gesig.
“A, wat dink jy van daardie ene aan die linkerkant? Dit klink vir my of dit n avontuur is!” Hy gee die baret terug aan my om weer te kyk.
Ek kyk. “Oupa ek sien hom. Ooo, dit gaan n mooi verhaaltjie wees. Kyk gou weer!”
So het ons dan n storie uit sy hoed gehaal.
As mens die baret so voor jou gesig hou sien mens klein gaatjies waar die lig deurkom. Dit, was al die stories gewees en daar was baie.
Elke middag na skool en nadat Oupa sy uiltjie geknip het, het ons twee eers n heerlike storie uurtjie gehad.
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My memoirs are moving closer to the second part, called my primary school period. Today I remembered my grandfather who came to visit us. I was nine and a half years old. Grandpa came to visit us from Holland.
Grandpa S. visited us shortly after we moved to Erasmia. He was pretty short of thread. I was scared of him at times because he and dad often had arguments. Yet, I enjoyed his company. He usually sat in a certain chair for a while in the afternoons having a nap. If he woke up, I could sit on his lap. He then would tell the most wonderful stories. It was a whole ritual to decide what story he would tell. He always wore a black beret, crooked over his one side of his head.
As soon as I sat on his lap, he removed the beret: “Come, have a look if you can find our story!” And gave me the beret.
I put it over my face and looked.
“Which one Ineke? Do you see something worthwhile? ” He took the beret back and held it in front of his face.
“Ah, what do you think of that one on the left? It sounds like it’s an adventure story! ” He gave the beret back to me to look again.
I looked. “Grandpa I see it. Oh, it’s going to be a good one. Have a look again! ”
That was how we took a story out of his hat each time.
If you keep the beret in front of your face, you see tiny pinpoint holes through which the light shines. Those dots were all the stories, and believe me, there were many.
Every afternoon, after school, and after Oupa had his nap, we both had a wonderful story hour.
Author scrapydo2.wordpress.comPosted on 2018-12-30 2018-12-30 Format GalleryCategories Afrikaans, family, Memoires, RememberTags grandpa, sleep, story
23 thoughts on “n Oupa storie. A Grandpa story”
Dis baie spesiaal Scrapy!!!
2019-01-09 at 1:15 am
Beslis baie spesiaal. Jammer ek antw nou eers. Het Saterdag geval en sit met harsingskudding en n gebreekte neus. Nou voel ek nie te bright nie!
2019-01-09 at 6:20 am
Agge nee Scrapy!!!! Hoop jy voel gou beter….dis net nie goed om op ons ouderdom te val nie. Dis nie goed om op enige ouderdom te val nie…maar ons is nou soos porselein poppe ❤
2019-01-09 at 7:56 am
Dis ook die minste wat ek verwag het vir die nuwe jaar. Dit gebeur in n oogwink. Is steeds nog maar lighoofdig en my bril is skeef . Sukkel met lees wat ek nie veronderstel is om te doen nie. Baie fragile! Wanneer gaan jul terug huistoe? Ek wil nie jul aanjaag nie!
2019-01-09 at 8:13 am
Die plan is einde van die maand. Soos ek hier sit is nuwe eienaars besig om buite met ‘n bouer te praat om ‘n gedeelte van stoep toe te bou vir ‘n ateljee. Sy skilder. Ek is sommer hartseer want dit voel soos my huis wat hulle wil verbreek 😓 Gans te lief geraak vir die plek. Scrapy kyk mooi na jouself!!!!
2019-01-11 at 6:34 am
Ek probeer my bes om myself stil te hou. Hul het tou n scan gedoen om seker te maak daar is nie n breuk in my skedel nie-gelukkig nie! Ek het wel n gekraakte neus wat maar bietjie seer is. Mens raak nogal verknog aan n plek. My meenthuis wat ek gehad het in SA het ook n gedaante verandering ondergaan wat my nogal half hartseer gemaak het.
2019-01-02 at 11:08 pm
Dit is so ń mooi oupa storie en kosbare herinnering.
2019-01-03 at 2:58 am
Dankie, as ek my oë toemaak kan ek omtrent nog voel hoe dit gevoel het om op sy skoot te sit en na die stories te luister.
2018-12-31 at 6:38 pm
Stories uit oupa se hoed. Dis baie spesiaal Ineke.
2019-01-01 at 9:21 am
Beslis. Is beslis heerlik om te onthou.
2018-12-30 at 7:09 pm
2018-12-30 at 9:38 pm
Beslis. Hoe meer n mens daaroor skryf hoe meer kom daar tevoorskyn.
2018-12-30 at 4:04 pm
Aha ek onthou die gaatjies in die baret! Maar die stories kan ek niks van onthou nie
2018-12-30 at 9:37 pm
Ek onthou ook nie die inhoud nie maar hy het elke keer weer n ander storietjie vertel.
2018-12-31 at 9:14 am
Lekker Amper soos die lekker dik Gtimm boek!
2019-01-01 at 9:17 am
Grimm stories was altyd vir my maar spookagtig en grillerig gewees.
2019-01-04 at 5:08 pm
Dis ook maar die illustrasies wat dit gemaak het.
2018-12-30 at 8:44 am
Thank you, sadly I don’t remember much about my grandparents because they were still in the Netherlands while we were in South Africa.
2018-12-31 at 7:45 am
My grandparents were in New Zealand and we lived in Fiji. So I only knew them on special holiday visits when I was young. I got to know 2 of them better when I was older and lived in New Zealand.
2018-12-31 at 7:52 am
We never went back while they were still alive. My Dad wasn’t interested in leaving South Africa at all. Some years after my father had passed we payed for my mother to visit her only brother. My mum was already in her eighties when she went. She enjoyed seeing her brother after about fifty years.
2019-01-01 at 6:01 am
What a special trip that must have been.
2019-01-01 at 9:23 am
She enjoyed it. It was very special to her. My uncle took her to all the old places.
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