On my hike down memory lane, I stumbled across this gem.......... BUMPS & RUMPS! Goats. Who loves .goats? Remember Heidi and Peter, and his herd? They were cute, weren't they? And they are smart. The ram who ran the show on our farm was a mean son of a bitch. I'm sorry for the language, … Continue reading BUMPS & RUMPS !!!
On my hike down memory lane, I stumbled across this gem.......... LIGHTS OUT, LAUGHS IN! Some kids are absolute little terrors and screaming adverts for birth control. Other kids are ok and great for entertainment value and other things, like bringing one's spectacles, or fetching the newspaper, or performing some such service. Grandchildren, however, are … Continue reading LIGHTS OUT, LAUGHS IN!!!
On my hike down memory lane, I stumbled across this gem.......... BRIGHT SPARK! My son Brent, my golden boy, who could do no wrong, was the joy of a boy. He was sensible and diligent. Well, I thought he was sensible+. Sean, my firstborn, was a crazy guy who was continually getting into scrapes and … Continue reading BRIGHT SPARK!!!
On my hike down memory lane, I stumbled across this gem.......... ALBERT FALLS AND SO DO I! To house sit for my sister and her game warden husband, was an excellent escape for Laura and me, and one we enjoyed. On one occasion, we were looking after their house at Albert Falls, in Kwa-Zulu Natal. … Continue reading ALBERT FALLS AND SO DO I!!!
On my hike down memory lane, I stumbled across this gem.......... Walk Of Wonder! You know, I think not all women was born to be mothers. Some women revel in the experience, throwing themselves enthusiastically into the role. Living for their child's every breath. Documenting each step they took. Boring others with photographs, and certificates, … Continue reading WALK OF WONDER!
Who has owned a Wahl Hair Clipper? They are marvellous tools for those who do not want the hassle of going to a barber. They’re great for trimming beards, and for quick haircuts. The various blades gave different results, with differing lengths of hair, varying from a close cut, to buzz cut to Pompadour, or some such. Without any blades attached it was great for close shaves, and the bald experience.
The outhouse was a simple brick construction built around a very deep hole, with a crude brick and wood seat over the crater. The roof made of corrugated iron rattled in the wind. When it rained the drops hammered down fon the metal creating a deafening din. Using them was an interesting experience.
How many of us have played around with our children, asking what they wanted to be when grown up? Making suggestions of different, very masculine professions for our boys, such as Doctor, or Pilot. Well click the link below, to find out what my grandson wanted to be when he grew up!
My son, Brent, was to my mind, the perfect child. He did not do any of things his elder brother or sister did. He did not play hooky, Nor did he show the complete lack of interest in anything educational, like. his sister, Laura. She preferred to spend her mind on things more important, like animals, or fairies, or some such........ click too find out more.
Following his ’mooning’ accident, and with a shattered pelvis, my son, Sean, was faced with months of bedridden immobility in the local hospital. He had to lie as still as possible, to give his bones a chance to repair themselves. As he was otherwise perfectly healthy this became an interminable, boring, experience............. Click the link to find out more
