But sometimes, out of the blue, you learn of an interesting thing that happened years and years ago...like my grandfather's brother who one day, left the house, never to return. They never heard of him again. I found that set of great-grandparents in a national family register, with one named son (not the walker), and "other children", but not those we know.
Ek het nie 'n vreeslik glorieryke familiegeskiedenis nie; nie seerowers, rebelle, uitvinders, Groot trekkers en so aan nie, meestal 'n paar Nederlanders wat per skip aan die Kaap de Goede Hoop geland het, 'n Hugenoot, spatsels Duits, Skots en Maleis, en wie weet wat nog. Maar soms, soms, hoor jy van iets interessants uit die verlede...soos my oupa se broer want net eendag weggeloop het, wég, en hul het nooit weer van hom gehoor nie. Wat het van hom geword? Waarom het hy weggeloop? Ek het daardie grootjies wel in die nasionale familieregister gevind, met een genoemde seun (wat nie die wegloper was nie), en "kinders", maar nie dié wie se name ons ken nie.
Then there was my other great grandfather who was a prisoner of war on the island of St Helena. He was 17 years old when he was captured near Ladybrand during the Anglo Boer War. Luckily he survived and fathered my paternal grandmother.
Dan was daar my ander oupagrootjie wat krygsgevangene was op St Helena-eiland. Hy was maar 17 toe hy gevange geneem is naby Ladybrand tydens die Anglo-Boereoorlog. Gelukkig het hy oorleef, my pa se oupa. Spot the French descendant
Typically these prisoners were placed at farms where they would work as general labourers or builders, and assisted in bridge and road building. My ouma vertel my onlangs van die drie Italiaanse krygsgevangenes wat tydens die tweede Wêreldoorlog na hul plaas uitgeplaas is.Waaaat?
Ek het geweet van die Italiaanse gevangenes in Suid-Afrika, maar het hul meer assosieer met areas in (tans) Gauteng, Limpopo, die Boland; nie Laingsburg in die Groot Karoo nie.Hierdie gevangenes is tipies na plase gestuur waar hul as arbeiders/bouers moes werk, of het meegewerk as brug/padbouers.
And then she showed me this ring. En toe wys sy my hierdie ring.
Daar was twee; een elk met haar en my oupa se voorletters gegraveer, gemaak van 'n aluminiumpyp. Aan die binnekant is die datum en voorletters van ene Fernandro gegraveer, met wie hul bevriend geraak het. My oupa se ring is verlore, hierdie een het my ouma nou aan my gegee. Amazing.
I would love to try and track Fernandro's history through the Prisoner of War Museum. Project for next year.
Ongelooflik. Ek sal graag Fernandro se geskiedenis probeer naspoor deur die Krygsgevangenemuseum. Projek vir volgende jaar. Today, seventy years ago, she received this.
Have a happy, blessed Christmas! Until 2014 :-)
Verlede jaar was ons so gelukkig om in die sneeu te gaan speel in Tirol, hierdie jaar is dit terug na die strand aan die Tuinroete, beide ewe lekker.Dus: lekker vakansie, geseënde Kersfees!
Six months ago -http://www.haak-en-stekie.blogspot.com/2013/06/the-everyday-7-wrong-turn.html
Madiba Minutes -http://www.haak-en-stekie.blogspot.com/2013/07/67-minutes-madiba-95.html
Die afgelope paar maande het 'n nuwe gier ontplof op Ons Hekel. En wie kan ons bedank?Boland Kreatiewe, produktiewe OH-lid Anneke Wiese, wat ook op een van die mooiste plekke in die wêreld woon.
Anneke did too. So she made it, and was featured on Creative Jewish Mom with her beautiful red doily. And then she started showing us on Ons Hekel what she was doing...
Okay, so I was hooked and quite a few hookers at Ons Hekel as well, and we started buying T-string like crazy. First, you have to get good quality T-string. Zpagetti is great, but a bit scarce and expensive down here in South Africa. Best option is some who cuts and rolls the fabric herself, to ensure even width and good quality fabric - luckily we have quite a few of those in the group!
Derdens - 'n groot genoeg pen. My nr 10 kon nie sy man staan nie. Uiteindelik het ek gevorder na 'n nr 15, hoewel nrs 20 en selfs 25 aanbeveel is. By die Centurion Craft Show het ek 'n handvol mooi kleure gekry en heel optimisties beginne. Nie 'n doiliemat vir my nie, ék gaan Iets Anders doen.
Oeps. Die geel was...te veel. (This photo might be upside down :-)
Frogged. Version 2...Stilled liked the colours, but...suddenly realised that my melange, which was actually my key colour, was double the width of the rest.
And so I went on. Took the melange out.Brought the melange back in.
En voilà! An African Flower pouffe! And so I conquered T-String.
T-String available at many shops now, and also from Hilda at Yarn in a Barn, Ronel at Nilla's Needlecraft, Selma/Anthea at Fifty Something (tel 022-713 5559) (that's Anneke's LYS) and I'll find out where else. Die mooie foto hierbo is weereens geneem deur Cornel by Craft Share - besoek haar lieflike blog I Love Pom-Poms and Craft Share Faceboek-blad.
Help is needed, real help
Terwyl ek wroeg oor Eerste Wêreld-probleme soos watter hekelprojekte om saam te neem op vakansie, die sukkel met die nuwe foon, watter Boobi Brown-oogskadu om te kies, is daar mense wat swoeg met Regte Probleme.
Soos om voer vir hul diere in die hande te kry, want daar is niks meer in die veld nie.
Soos om water vir hul diere in die hande te kry, want dit het nog nie hierdie jaar gereën nie, en die boorgat is droog.
Hier is gewoonlik man-hoogte mielie/sonneblomlande.
While I'm struggling with First World problems like what crochet project to take on holiday, getting used to a new phone after my upgrade, what Bobbi Brown eyeshadow colour to choose, etc, other people are facing Real Problems.
Like getting feed for their cattle, as there is nothing in the veld. Like getting water for their cattle, as it hasn't rained yet this year and the borehole is dry.
These should be fields of man-height maize/sunflowers:
Dry land, Kameel
Source: Noordwes Droogtehulp @ Facebook
Boere in die Noordwes-provinsie het letterlik nie meer die fondse om voer aan te koop nie. Hierdie foto is uit 'n helikopter geneem in die Mefeking-Bray-omgewing. Daar is niks meer voer in die veld nie; geharde, inheemse bome gaan dood, vee soek desperaat na enigiets groen, enigiets om te drink, voor hul vrek. Twee en tagtig karkasse is hier getel. Farmers in the North-West Province literally do not have the funds to buy feed for their cattle. This photo was taken from heli between Mafeking and Bray. There is nothing left to feed on; indigenous, hardy trees are dying, cattle search desperately for anything green, anything to drink, before they die. Eighty two carcasses were counted here.
Hierdie is Suid-Afrika se vleisbeeswêreld, jou Texan- of Blou Bulsteak. Dis sonneblom- en mieliewêreld. Hulle het niks om te oes nie. This is where South Africa's prime veld-reared beef comes from, your Texan or Blue Bull steak. This is sunflower and maize country. They have nothing to offer. As jy kan help, 'n donasie wil gee, gebruik asb die besonderhede hieronder. Hul het reeds of is in die proses om PayPal ook op te stel. If you can help and want to donate, please use the following details:
(Apparently they are set up for PayPal payments as well).
DROUGHT AID DONATIONS OF CASH AND DONATIONS TO drought forage producers in the NW PROVINCECash donations and donations of feed can be made to Agri NW as a representative organization of Agricultural producers in the NW Province. Agri NW is registered as a non-profit organization with registration number 930005516 ....All gifts and donations received will go to the best judgment of Agri NW exclusively distributed and shared.State your name and contact information when electronic payment is made and specify the payment as Drought relief.Offers of help can feed directly by e-mail or phone Agri NW Main Office communicated to Marlize Fritz at 018 632 3612 or marlize@agrinw.co.zaAgri NW account details;Agri NWABSA LichtenburgBranch code 632005Account number 990142955Cheque Account. Any other inquiries can be directed to Agri NW Executive General Manager Boeta du Toit 082 388 1722
Kyk ook na die FB-blad Noordwes Droogtehulp
Also have a look at their FB Page Noordwes Droogtehulp (mind it is mainly in Afrikaans).
PS - PayPal nwdroogtehulp@gmail.com
Coffee and crochet @ Karoo Café
I was shuffling dates around for a last crochet & coffee for the year, to hook squares for Yarn Indaba, when my sis's visit came up. Having attending two previous Craft Shares on the very days she would fly back, attending this event was not thought about for longer than five seconds. More than enough time to pack and shower afterwards and hop on the Gautrain to the airport. We were joined by a good number of friends at Karoo Café, a lovely place for early morning breakfast and coffee. The Karoo breakfasts and pumpkin fritters are fantastic and you can lounge here the whole morning, as long as you don't sit on the Great Dane's couch!
Oops...cut off half the table...was taken blind, hanging from the corner of the table!
Loma and Christia brought a laundry basket full of squares from the Happy Hoekers group at Green Olive:
Petria brought another 76 squares from friend Caren:
We're getting more and more! :-)
With my sis came these two from her MIL:
I love the green yarn.
Sis hooked these with remaining yarn after completing two baby blankets:
The green square with red edging is one of those of the road trip!
Colourful squares of German wool, courtesy of sis:
More colourful squares:
Wilhelmina brought these with her - beautiful vintage patterns...
...of which one is this:
Her wedding dress of 37 years ago! She crocheted it with Tridalia.
I really struggled to fit behind the dress :-)
Wilhelmina's daughter brought along this gorgeous Christmas snowflake, the size of a sideplate:
Hooked with twine
And Stephni brought along a teaser of their soon-to-be-available I Love Yarn wool, the loveliest, softest blue, on its way to become a shawl. A great day, successful in all matters crochet, breakfasting, hooking up with friends and creating memories. So much so, that we did not even take a photo of the two of us!
The Everyday (11) - Stormy summer nights
Storm clouds building up. We have terrific, electric thunderstorms in Gauteng.
The Christmas tree is in the shape of a baobab, around the corner of one of my favourite coffee shops, Tribeca Standard, where we yarn-bombed a girl on a donkey on International Knit in Public Day.
(And this is what the whole tree looks like)
PS...and this a real baobab, not even a large one. One of my absolute favourite trees in the world. This one I encountered near Musunda village in rural Venda, ± 1998.
Tiny me in front of the tree.
Roadtrippin' (2) - Of some crochet, a wedding and two sides of a battlefield
My sis's friend was getting married and in a flash we decided: why not come down for the weekend? That is now - from Ireland to South Africa.
She did it to a day exactly 10 years ago as well, when our cousin got married. Within 48 hours we flew down to Cape Town, drove up the West Coast, dipped our toes in the icy, icy waters of Strandfontein, joined a family wedding in Lutzville, drove back south and stopped every now and then: for a seaside lunch at Muisbosskerm, beach runs at Elandsbaai and Lambertsbaai, and ran into Cape Town airport with sea sand clinging to our legs :-)
She arrived Friday morning, and after meeting a friend, we did a quick shopping pit stop, picked up the boys and started packing. Saturday morning we hit the N3.
Crossing the Drakensberg we saw clouds and fog gathering near Montrose.
Legend has it that a boy fell into a rock crevice hereabouts, could not be rescued and in the end was shot by his father. There's even an old Afrikaans poem telling this tale.
Some crochet came along! My sis sat in the back and did a few squares for Yarn Indaba 2014, I re-started (for the last time!) my Summer Throw. Still using the Mount Vernon pattern, but switched to Vinnis Nikkim instead of the Bambi, and using the simulated braided join now.
As we descended into KwaZulu-Natal, the clouds got darker.
Don't let the names fool you - we're not in the Highlands
But much like the Highland cattle, Zululand cows also stray into the road:
Funerals are big business, and this is a common sight in rural areas on a Saturday. It has, unfortunately also turned into a "be seen" occasion, with fashion, girls and cars being flaunted. And then we arrived in Dundee, among billowing clouds and rumbling thunder, and the church ceremony ended with a ferocious thunder storm. Off to the reception and what's more fun than a farm wedding in a shed? This one had beautiful old hard-wood chairs, raw brick and white and green flowers. A hoard of children were occupied in another beautifully renovated shed by a handful of nannies.
Turns out that the farm's previous owner was my MIL's uncle!
Luckily there were lot of candles - another mother of all thunderstorms broke loose and the electricity went out at least three times.
Loose bunches of green and white flowers and foliage in glass jars decorated the tables.
Happiness - three university friends reunited! My sis is on the right - I loved her tea frock.
Even though we only ate at 20h30, it was such a happy occasion, dripping with rain everywhere, kids asleep all over and just general joy.
The next day, as we were so near, and it presented an "educational opportunity", I convinced the dear, suffering husband to make the 80 km detour roundtrip to the Blood River/Ncome museum complex.
At Blood River, a definitive battle in Voortrekker-Afrikaner history took place, during which a relatively small group of Voortrekkers defeated the huge Zulu army. They made a vow to God to build a church should they be spared, which they did in Pietermaritzburg.
The reason for the battle? The Voortrekkers launched a revenge commando after two previous attacks by the Zulu.
The Zulu defended their land against an invasion of foreigners.
A life-sized replica of the ox-wagon lager marks the spot where the Voortrekkers took position. Across the river, a brand-new complex commemorating the Zulu side has been completed. It was built in the shape of the "buffalo horn" attack formation ; this exhibit displaying the shields of the different regiments.
Bloedrivier to the left, Ncome to the right, and the river still divides them. A reconciliation bridge between the two sites is under construction
Driving in Zululand, you have to be careful. But our goats are clever - they listen to and react to the sound of a hooter.
(Cattle don't, they'll jump around any which way. Donkeys just ignore you and will stand where they are. Chicken will just blindly run). And then we headed back for the long drive home past the plains of the Free State and Gauteng. And then it was Monday and time for her to go home to Ireland :-(
But not before we fitted in a crochet-with-coffee get-together with friends! We hooked quite a few squares, and received a huge number more to deliver to deliver to the organisers.
More about that...later.
What arrived in South Africa today, courtesy of my sis on a blitz-visit from Ireland!
My sis tipped me off to Kate's blog and I started following their family's road trip around half of Australia about halfway through. While I loved the travelling tales, I also liked her crochet work, their way of thinking and outlook on life, and continued to follow her and farmer Bren's adventures at home, about life on an organic farm, crafting, hooking and the like.
It remains one of my favourite blogs; have a look at www.foxslane.blogspot.com
Now I just want to hook a caravan to my Xtrail and take off. But a ±1500 km road trip southwards in three week's time will have to do! At the other end, there's a little beach house where my Rainbow Ripple actually lives, I can put up some bunting, two couches are waiting for new slipcovers...I can pretend it's my stationary caravan. Posted by
On crazy, wonderful life in Mzansi
Once in a while, a new blog comes past that is just so absolutely delightful, humorous, sharp (that's Mzansi for witty), that you just have to share it with others.
Today, it is The Disco Pants Blog. I noticed it a week of three ago when it went viral after a link by "Africa, that's why I live here" on FB and it has unleashed a storm of reaction. People who love it totally get it, others foam at the mouth.
Oh, my country. It has rightfully previously been describer as bi-polar (by a bi-polar).Our lows are terrible, our highs are way up there. Few inbetweeners. And as you read the comments on Susan's blogposts, you'll realise that people's viewpoints are as diverse. And their circumstances.
Source: the great talent of www.rudidewet.com
There are the lucky ones, with great jobs, homes, holidays and education.There are the unlucky ones; unemployed or very poorly paid, in tin shacks or on sidewalks, unskilled, unschooled.
Government asked "each one, hire one", but that is not always possible. The very legislation aimed at protecting the employed, guaranteeing better salaries, also resulted in less being employed, because many can't afford paying the minimum wages
As we are preparing for an election, a program on "active citizenship" got me thinking again, reminding me of the quote "ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country". And much of what she says on her blog, boils down to that. There's a lot to do, a lot to contribute, a lot to learn.
Source: send someone a card from www.spreadthelove.co.za
We are lucky, having a cleaner and gardener/general assistant.We also have a social responsibility. Therefor, although our eldest son is only 9, we also have a boy hopefully graduating with a BCom (Accounting) degree this year, and a girl with a diploma in Tourism. Next year, another boy will start his studies. An although our other son is almost 6, we have another turning 6, 7, 8, a pre-teen girl. Hopefully, by helping these kids through their education, we're helping to improve their future, their possibilities, their abilities.
Jeepers, I went off track here. But that's what Disco Pants does. Although very funny, is has an underlying seriousness, a sense of what this country is about, about what it can be, why people love it That is why they chose to return to South Africa from Europe, and many others do the same (the post about why they returned and another about angry expats caused the foaming :-). It's not just the beaches and Kruger Park and cheap labour and Table Mountain - it's that pull that South Africa and its people has.
We get that. When deciding to return from Australia after less than a year, we also got the foaming; from expats there, people in SA, family. But we knew why we wanted to return, and we had families praying us back. Goodness, we have our frustrations, with the cheap labour and the responsibilities and the alarm system and high fencing. But we love and embrace the vastness, the variety, the options, the fact my son's school mates can include kids from diplomats and refugees, academics, aid workers and businessmen; at school functions we can enjoy injera and empanata and seaweed dishes, melktert and Eritrean coffee. Source: http://www.vayamzansi.mobi/
Ah, life in Mzansi. Always interesting, challenging, never boring. Lets hope the Springboks run over the Red Dragons tonight, and the Buccaneers does the same with Al Ahly tomorrow :-) Posted by
But it is also the name of a new online shop two friends of mine opened TODAY, with all kinds of beautiful and wonderful available. I keep repeating myself, but I love it when my online and "real" lives merge. Via my FB reading group, I met Stephni, who also turned out to be a hooker. Via (FB) Craft Share, I met Elaine, who turned out to be a friend of Stephni! Put the two of them together, and you have I Love Yarn, where you can purchase beautiful yarns, pattern books, accessories and ready kits.
I'm eyeing the bathroom mat...Elaine's is already two years old and still look brand new:
They also offer different workshops, of which I have already attend the Christmas Decorations workshop, and I will show my handiwork off in December.
Congratulations girls, and all the best with your new venture!
Roadtrippin' (2) - Of some crochet, a wedding and ...