My Story… I had a very interesting childhood but didn’t have the privilege of our family ever keeping chickens. I grew up on the slopes of Signal Hill in Tamboerskloof at the top of the last road where it meets the forest. There lived our neighbor in a large spooky dark house surrounded by trees, […]
My Story… My mom and mother-in-law generally ordered their meat from a country butcher (1965 – 1975). When I was first married I gave my weekly order to my mom-in-law, usually a small leg of lamb, a pound of beef mince, and an aitchbone or corned silverside. The meat was relatively cheaper then than now […]
My Story… Having been born just after the Second World War, I was taught from an early age to appreciate the value of money and possessions. My father, born in 1899, went through 2 world wars and the great depression. He was one of the first pupils at South African College School (SACS) in Orange […]
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The story of Esona is handwritten...
