Happily (n)ever after…
In the mid 1900s my maternal grandmother ran a boarding house in a small town in the former Western Transvaal. My grandfather farmed on a smallholding – mostly to keep him out of Ouma’s way, because he didn’t produce a decent yield of anything, so Ouma had to make a plan.
The boarding house had a wraparound stoep, two rooms opening onto the stoep, three rooms inside the house, and a row of rooms in a long outbuilding behind the house. It filled up quickly with teachers and sundry clerks in different stages of training. The young ladies had their rooms in the house and the young men
