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My mother grew up in Potch, or she went there to school. Lovely memories, like yours. Some of the places picking up, depending on where you go. Potch and Parys have lovely areas (which we visited) and nice places. But far from what it used to be.

My Dad grew up on a small farm in Redan just outside of Meyerton, walked to school in Meyerton. Crossed rivers to get to school originally under a tree, no bridges, something people forget is how hard the older generation had it.

We used to go down to Henley-on-Klip and Parys where family friends still had properties when young. Wall to wall housing up that way now, or shacks.

Yes, the shack problem in that area is scary. I saw on Google maps just how much it all surrounded Vanderbjil and neighbouring towns. Having driven through a couple of these towns, it is sad to see the decay.

Even though they had it hard, it made them stronger. Today, our youth is spoonfed so much that even the tiniest bit of hard work freaks them out. Such a sad state of affairs.

We keep going one day at a time in hope of change through vote, it is about the only thing we can do. Youth will have to learn to stand on their own two feet soon enough or go without.

I am so sorry for only responding now. The last two weeks were hectic. I thought I would be able to cope under all the stress, but soon the body failed and gave warning signs that I am not super human.

So true, through voting we can begin to ask for change. Even though slow process, it is the only real thing we can do.

Weeks are crammed here as well, from one thing to the next we push on, take a break pressure builds quickly of late.

Have a great day and a good week ahead hopefully.

It seems again like this time of year I am not able to juggle all of the balls well. I have so many submission dates and deadlines, it is not a very period! I am so sorry for the long wait in response. The harder I try to manage my time, the worse it gets. Hopefully, all is well and good on your side. Stay safe!