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"Was apartheid nice, grandma?" Ask our twelve year old grandson. "Good for us but hard for black people," I replied. And sometimes "awkward" for both, as that Saturday morning long ago. Today it looks such a delicate matter ... but in those days it was different.
Saturday morning - sounds of children's voices everywhere. Every now and then a loud cry of protest or one of the little ones - and breakfast is late! The only difference this morning is the albasteroogkind at her mother sitting in the room, where she is busy ironing. She sits quietly there, but until we have the youngest discover new friend. With hand gestures, and gibberish she was dragged out, and a popwaentjie in her hands pressed. I watched them as they popwaentjies on the grass pushing. The only disturbance to the peaceful image Chante is already screaming after rope.
I turned away from the window, fgl take six papborde and six glasses from the cupboard and put them right. The maid's red plate, cup and flowers also make ready. The child just with her mother eat, I decided. I give the porridge a final stir, and call over my shoulder; "Let eeeeeet." fgl These words will be echoed place, and like a wildfire from spreading.
The four young first storm in the kitchen - or better said - three of them rushed inside, while the black child shyly stood aside. Jay would not let her wait, she pulled the child on her arm to the table where they always eat and put her on a chair. fgl I yawned a few times like a fish on dry land - trying to say something, and keep my mouth but when. The black child's eyes roll around in her cupboards, and for a fleeting moment, I wondered what the more uncomfortable I or the child?
All chatting, all three older children into the kitchen. My eyes to beat them for help. I know their outspokenness, they will soon have the child says she can not do sit there and eat. I waited in vain. Shane grinned me, hit it crooked in his chair and chatted casually with the little fgl ones - as though every day a black friend to eat. Kenneth chuckled a few times behind his hand, and then, as if staring into nothingness, and Marle believe this morning for the first time in her life to "see nothing, hear nothing and say nothing."
Salvation comes when we housekeeper walking through the kitchen, and something fgl in her language to the child says. With relief I saw her mom out follows. But before I can stop jumping on Jay, running behind the child, and returned to her firmly by the hand. For the second time that morning, she immediately fgl on the chair depressed. "You just sit here," advises Jay strict. There is no doubt - the child remains. I turned around, fiddling with the boiler and send a prayer to shoot; "Lord, what now?" The answer was so clear that I have nothing else but to obey. "Inasmuch as you did it to one of the least of these brothers of mine did, you did it to me."
Meekly I take another papbord and glass from the cupboard and started serving. When I was a child's milk to give her, she claps her hands together, and get it with reverence. fgl Compassion so into me. "Let's say thank you," To the big table takes the three older children each other's hands, and the small table sat four girls, hands tightly together, eyes closed, and bowed cups - one for their Creator. I started singing, and ran the children fall in;
Before I walked into the kitchen I glanced over my shoulder to the four girls, and I could hear their words. "Inasmuch as you did it to one of the least of these brothers of mine did, you did it to me."
Toortsie says:
More Hester, camel here :) Thanks for visiting with us! The child in us more often unleashed .... We will live longer than enjoy and make the world a better place ;) Nice day for you.
Hello Hester. I would just say that at least this one Camel wrote. We are three who write, so you should always see who wrote it. I (Toortsie) usually write my name on the bottom, and then the other letters usually Camel's. So once in a very long time writing fgl Bokbaaivygie too. Thank you to our reading, it remains a compliment. Greetings Torch
Beautifully written, I could see my tank scene playback. The best part is that her hands in gratitude to sit together. That's one thing that I have always, from childhood, struck-gratitude. We can learn a lot!
We can learn much from them Reinhardt, fgl as we only have our eyes open. Talking with a book on gratitude for the smallest things .... like the beautiful spider that you; I'm afraid it :) how Sommer incidentally, good cheer, that macro lens coming, he's coming!
The maid we raised (she was a Xhosa)'s daughter at a time for a while with her mother came to stay. Today I realize how difficult it was for women that have been o