This old stone house, has been lovingly called "Oom Ouboet se plek" by my family.

Oom Ouboet was the great uncle of my mother and her sister's. He lived here alone.

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In my mother's words:

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"My childhood memories of our mother's uncle, Oom Ouboet,  stretches way back to the 1960's.

Being maybe 6 and my sister 2 years my sr, and number 3 of 5 still a toddler, accompanied by our parents we would occasionally go visit the dear short man, walking deftly with two walking sticks after having an early childhood accident involving a wagon. He walked up and down this tricky mountain to visit his brother, our grandfather, Oupa Piet Schoeman in Schoemanskloof! With no Telkom or cellphone services in those days, he used to get onto the highest boulder to send down flash signals, by using a mirror, to his brother when in need of help.

   The most amazing part of these visits was being in a house with no electricity át all! Black wood burning stove, with once at least, having a simmering pot of delicious guineafowl on it for our first ever tasting! And always the aromatic smell of a ready coffee can on the other plate. Also, his great sense of humour will be remembered by us all...

   The three huge Eucalyptus trees in front of the house were even in our mother's memory forever the same size! We used to slip and slide to our hearts content on the other side of the road on heaps of pine needles between the huge boulders... while sinking our teeth into the sweetest peaches and plums from Oom Ouboet's fruit trees. Good memories of a great man's imprint on Klipinnibos..."

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