Dave onthou kinderdae, die ritueel van blomme pluk en sy geliefde Ouma
Ou, bekende reuke neem Dave terug na sy kinderdae en sy geliefde Ouma Lily.
Die dag toe ek bobbejaansnuif ontdek het
Die herinneringe is soms so helder soos gister.
Op soek na die graf van tant Ella
Ek was vandag soekend na die graf van tant Ella.
A small tribute to my mother
Only through repeating small rituals, can we maintain our sense of self, and our sense of belonging.
Dave remembers the Tulbagh earthquake
The night of the earthquake, another story played itself out deadly on Robertson.
Remembrance of my grandmother
Dave remembers Grandma Lily, the navels of Robertson and the rites that must continue to exist.