Sunday, May 22, 2011

Letters to Oom Schalk - She was her Father's daughter...

It is often the case that the human race finds a truthful description of reality, a little too unpalatable to describe in direct terms. The spade we wish to describe to others becomes a "soil turning implement", largely due to our inability to confront personally, our own sensitivity in one or other matter.

Example's of this, particularly in the 'platteland' of yore, were the way that Afrikaans society described their son's and daughters who were overly effeminate or masculine. The Afrikaans language has a wonderfully rich descriptive quality that adds much to the tapestry of life. An overtly masculine daughter - who in today's times would bluntly be tagged as lesbian - was more gently described as being, "her father's daughter".

It is true to say that being openly Gay or Lesbian in the small farming communities of yore was simply not acceptable - one stayed in the closet as they say! In fact, it was very often the case that the norm's of society were followed despite one's alternate preference.

What follows below, Oom Schalk, is a 'new craze' that has gained great following in the Colony. It is called - The 100 Word Story - The aim is to write a complete story in exactly one hundred words (excluding the title). It is certainly a challenge that I am sure you will relish, given your legendary fame as story teller in the Marico and I look forward to your response which I am equally sure will not be long in arriving.


 They had met at a farmer's meeting in the Verkeerdevlei district. He was immediately struck by the firmness of her handshake and her steely blue eyes that were surrounded by laughter lines. The locals referred to her, politely, as "her fathers daughter" - three words ameliorate where one would have stung!
She accepted his proposal and the Church blessed their union and baptised their children. Their complimentary difference's, nurtured a life together, of mutual respect and great happiness...
Her steely blue eyes laughed when she spoke at his wake, raising her glass she said, - "he was his mothers son"!

The story Oom Schalk, is loosely based, on a particular woman who was an outstanding cattle farmer with a wonderful reputation for good deed and charity. Prosperity allowed her to travel and on a trip to Spain she found herself at a Bullfight. The crowd were baying their support for the Matador and she got caught up in the excitement and started shouting in Afrikaans, "Steek die bliksem dood" !!
The crowd loved it and egged her on, little realising she was shouting for the Bull!

Greetings to all in that lovely land behind the Dwarsberge
Die Uwe
Spyker Koekemoer

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