Harrismith OFS in the Sixties

Big Sister Barbara has a good memory for the old days, good sources, like old school annuals and friends like Ann Euthemiou, and is developing a good old-Harries network to enhance all that! She wrote in  November 2015 – Note: To plough through this post you really need to be Ancient – a Rooinek –Continue reading “Harrismith OFS in the Sixties”

Strictly Come Langarm

We had a few gatherings in the long, wide and high Gailian lounge / dining room / bar while the cats were away and the lightly inebriated mice came out to play. Luckily Hec & Stell would regularly gallivant off to Kruger Park and other places in their yellow and white kombi. ‘Don’t worry’ TabsContinue reading “Strictly Come Langarm”

Tragic Testicular Descent

I used to sing beautifully. The teacher who trained the boys choir in Harrismith Laerskool said so. Well, she might have. She was Mej Cronje I think, and was half the reason ous would volunteer for the choir. To look at her, gorgeous redhead she was. I was a soprano and we looked down onContinue reading “Tragic Testicular Descent”

Blaas, Boetie!

Marching in the cadets was a ballache. Once a week we would arrive at school not clad in grey shirts, grey shorts and grey socks, but in khaki shirts, khaki shorts and khaki socks. It was ‘kadet dag’ or something. Softening us up and brainwashing us in the glory of fighting for the vaderland. ThisContinue reading “Blaas, Boetie!”