Posted by: granny1947 | July 3, 2012

Granny thinks back….part nine

Hello All.

Once again we moved.
This was to be my last move with hubby three.
And we stayed there for a record number of years.
I can’t remember just how many but I think it was about seven.
It was to be a life changing move.
Full of challenges, pain, excitement and big decisions.
Obviously, I can’t cram seven years into one post.
I have a short attention span.

Once again we moved onto a small holding.
With a shop.
A very, very, very busy shop.
In a black township.
About two miles outside a little town called Stutterheim.
A pretty little town.
Where people knew what you were going to do before it had even crossed your mind.

Stutterheim is not near the coast.
It is about a hundred kilometres not near the coast.
With a range of lovely mountains.
That got covered in snow during the winter.
And I thought I would die of the cold the first year.

It had a generator for power.
A gas geyser for hot water.
And a huge wood stove for cooking.
We spent a lot of time in the kitchen in winter.

My first memory of the place was the mice.
The house was overrun with the creatures.
They were everywhere.
I remember closing the curtains and three mice dropping down in front of my face.
I am not one to scream at a mouse but I did discover I could be quite nimble.
Well, maybe a little scream.

Talking about screaming.
One night my younger daughter wet her bed(she was only two so she could be forgiven).
I changed her and put her into bed with her big sister.
I had hardly settled back in bed when there was a blood curdling scream from their room.
Followed by an even louder one.
I rushed through to be informed by the little one that there was a rat on the curtain.
I asked the older one if she had seen it.
She said no.
So I asked her why she screamed.
Because the little one had screamed in her ear.
It made perfect sense.

More in part ten.

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Responses

  1. Have you ever looked for all those places on Google Earth? You can then pinpoint them and label them 1a; 1b; ………. 😉
    I’m not scared of the little field mice, but the real mousey mice would also make me scream.

    • Hi Pussycat…what a good idea…I should make a wall map and stick in little flags. 🙂

  2. I’m amazed that snow appears in South Africa – well, okay so I understand mountainous areas. But you had a wood stove to keep warm? You are not just a fragile and gorgeous face! No wonder you look life square in the face and give it a dare.

    • And one should never dare Souldipper…fate loves a challenge.

  3. This was a nice story/prose, I could see the surroundings through your words!

  4. My goodness you have lived in so many places

    • I know Sidey…defintely some Roman blood.

      • and it showed;-)

  5. I think I would have jumped a mile if a mouse fell from my curtains! Yowzers Granny, you have certainly had some fun in your life! 🙂

    • Mice falling off the curtains is fun????
      Don’t think I thought that at the time. 🙂

  6. My goodness! I would have run a mile, I is a city girl for sure! 🙂

    • At heart I am too Sue!

      • me three

  7. No doubt about it Granny , you life has never been dull

    • Hehehe P…that is why dull is now good!

  8. I’m screaming here! Eurgghh!

  9. I would draw the line at sharing my house with mice, but Granny it appears that you are made of much stronger stuff than me. I notice that you are on to husband no. 3, did I miss the departure of husbands no’s 1 & 2 inbetween all the moves?

    • Yes Optie…you have missed a bit…will come to that but some of it I have already told.

  10. I have loved my little pet mice that I have had in the past but that is way too many non-pet mice running around in a house! Creepy, I would have been screaming my way right out of the place.

  11. Yikes! Mice?! I’d have moved out. Actually, I’d have moved out of the first house with the spiders. ::shudder::

    • I should have run a mile when I first met hubby one!!!


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