Nothing was better than the first avenue bushes. Dense bushes where we made dens and played for hours,it was also a great place to find earthworms for fishing..........the good old days
The trees! The bamboo. Great place to play Robin Hood. Also learnt hoew to fall our of those fir trees.
Great fun. ;)
And the dens we built, the traps on the pathways and the Ovambo toilets.....
Oh and the fire's we made now and again , that almost burned our bushes away...
hehehehe!
Oh and don't forget the dumps behind town garage!
;D
I liked the dens we built in the sand. Also the forts from the fencing! Those things got pretty sophisticated in their designs.
My memory was definitely of the "Trees" in the 60's. Forbidden, of course, for play but all the more exciting for it! I understood they were grown as a windbreak but now you say they have gone?
Anne, a chap called Keith Ager, who worked for Parks & Gardens had them cut down in the early 80's as they were a security and fire hazard. They have been replaced by new tree's that look like sticks and do not grow, I will put a photo up in here in the next few days....
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The first avenue bushes?
That's where I received my first bee sting. Aaah the memories...
If I remember correctly it was at Paul's 10th birthday party (or some such thing) and somebody decided that it wouldn't be such a bad thing to go and throw rocks at a massive beehive in the bushes. It turned out that I was slower than most during the frantic get-away dash through the undergrowth and the bees made me pay. Boy did they make me pay...
These days they have jumping castles at birthday parties.
Keith Ager ? was he not a fitter at one time? .. name is familiar ... anyhow I find the idea that the trees were a fire and security hazard quite crazy ... never knew of any real big fires in all my time of 24 years ... as a windbreak they were damm good .. as a magical jungle for us kids to play in they were fantastic ... As Rob said .. the bamboo facing the desert and the wind , then the port jackson type trees and the conifers and then a mixed bag of trees fronting 1st Ave .. In the middle were the irigation channels and in a couple of places there were small dams .about 2-3 M wide .. these were our little lakes .. we made foofie slides with bloudraad spanned between two trees and 20mm conduit .. your drop off before you smashed into the next tree was a pile of leaves .. sometimes a newcomer would freeze and not let go . ending up flat into the next tree ... the tree dens . the underground dens and the splitpole forts .. they were all god healthy active fun for us as kids ...
Foofy slides! Now that's a word I haven't heard for ages. They were great wherever you had them set up.
Anne .. question I wanted to ask .. tried to send to your email but it bombed ... you mentioned Miss Hattingh the art teacher ... I recall her Nickname being Barry which was strange for a woman .. But her Surname when she got married .. I'm damm sure it became Solomon , he was in security .. maybe I'm way off track but I can hear my Moms voice saying the name ... kind of imprinted in my head .. help ??
Sandy< I seem to recall that name. Barry was most probably short for Barendina or something. Who remembers the foofy slide at the beach? It was later built on Lovers Hill(north east end of town), now known to the young, reckless, drinking, partying teenagers (we were never like that! ::)) as the quarry. Yes, the first avenue bushes is but a memory. I remember the fights that the Boere had against the Souties, trying to find their dens and destroying it. There used to be talk at times of baboons and monkeys but we never saw any and I cannot remember ever hearing of any child that was bitten by a spider, scorpion or a snake. They must have been there but it did not bother us. My children don't believe me when I tell them of these things.
Sandy - I'll check the married name of Miss Hattingh. Munro sprang immediately to my mind but I can check with the family
Sandy, you're right! It was Mrs Solomon (Mrs Munro was my art teacher in Kimberley!). Also, I do recall her being called Barry but never knew why.
Thanks to Robert who sent in this picture of the Foofie slide... I'll post this pic on the main site later.
Mike,
You better thank Bev for the photo. I just used some magic to extract it and to trim it into shape.
The photo is Bev's and I think it is Bev hanging onto the foofie while coming in for a bumpy landing!
Strange that over the past few months I have seen two foofies here in UK. One was setup at our local village fair. The other was at a large event. Must be some SAFFERS on the Entertainment committees!
To Anne .. re : Barry Solomon yes could not get rid of that voice in my head that keeps on repeating itself ,, I suppose because my Mom was fond of her as she was just that bit different and slightly more laid back than other folk , she nurtured the creative spirit no matter how stunted or good in the children under her care ( remember the smocks we had to wear for art class ) In being diferent she from what I can gather from Robs comment from iscatterling was that she helped an ovambo artist to grow ( check the story with Rob ) and yes in those days that was being different ..
As stated earlier, not much remains of the 1st Avenue bushes, cleared ground with houses going up...
How sad!
To Sandy - Yes, I too remember as a lovely, calm person who nurtured those with talent and "did her best" i.e. me, with those of no talent. I remember as always thinking of her as very exotic.
yes thats meeeeee, i sent the other pics ive been telling you i had mike so hopeyou got them ok........did you get to take any pics of my old house on 2nd ave yet?
Just remembered those long removable metal water pipes, with the sprayers mounted on them, that ran along the footpaths in the mighty first avenue jungles, on a hot day they were cool to play in and during a battle against the boertjies they made good cool awesome waterguns......!
:)
The water pipes .. Mike an extract from something I sent to Robert ( wisely saved )
The sprinkler system .. school fields cricket fields soccer field
> ...apart from the school the whole town had sprinkler systems ..
dad
> always used to say that in O'm they grew grass on money ... the
> amount of work and time put into it ... fertilising .. top
> dressing .. spiking .. scarrifying ... always something on the go with
> all the green lawns we had in the town ........ by 1980 the
town
> was very green ... like I said a jewel in the desert ... as you
hit
> the entrance to the town .. there was the slight hill that we
used
> to launch ourselves down on our skateboards .. the cause of many
> falls ,scars and painful scabs ... you would travel through
desert
> scrub and suddenly the eruption of trees and lawn with well kept
> flower beds as you entered town .. invariably somewhere the pipes
> laid down and the sprinkler heads going Chih! Chih! Chih! dispensing
> the life giving water that we could draw in abundance from the
> river ...
> We sometimes used to play ,, talking down the pipes .. our
version
> of long distance communication .. we would even " borrow " them
> to use as part of the roofing support for our underground dens
> ( lightweight and strong ) Another method of communication ... in the
> trees .. from one tree to the next ... the string with the tins
with
> the holes drilled in ?? ... pull string taut hold tin to mouth
and
> the other person in other tree hold tin to ear .. basic
> communication .. Over and out .. swop position of tin .. I tried
to
> devise a multi user system with more than one tin tied to string
..
> it appears the knots interfered and all " users" had to try keep
> their string taut .. this sucked out or interfered with
> transmission of sound ..
Talking about the bushes, who remembers the big rope swing just behind our house (Fields) at first avenue and the huge tree house, I remember I MADE Wendly Lujeko jump from that swing, please forgive me Wendy......Who has her email add.
The first avenue trees .. our forest .. our jungle .... Me the dreamer at one stage thought that I could build an aeroplane and fly .. imagination has no boundaries for a child but reality always brought us back to earth .. I used to dream about this plane I made out of a cardboard box with wings and the propeller driven by hand .. well I made my wright brother cardboard plane .. first reality check , it would not take off .. so imagination said it needed to be launched , so Robin Holland and I went into the trees climbed nice and high in a tree balanced sid craft on some branches .. I climbed in got the propeller spinning and asked Robin to launch me on maiden flight .. The obvious happened , me making straight drop to waiting ground below , me scrunched into this box landed with a thud thankfully upright , only problem was I was severely winded from the impact .. It must have been a picture to see me gasping and wheezing in the box and Robin trying to prise me out ... That we as kids did not get killed by falling out of trees etc was a miracle ...
Yea, falling out of the top of the trees, we climbed high and lay in the hammocks of ivy growing on the top. With the usual consequences.
Sprinklers, you could redirect the spray, and we spend afternoons, dodging the sprayers that where on automatic, tick,tick tick, if you timed it right you could run right through without getting wet.
Also remember the rocks seen in a picture somewhere forgotten until then.
What about the spiky plants at the enterance to town, the tips could be removed and grafitti type messages where scratched into the leaves of the plant.
What about writing on the tar roads with those white rocks you could find down at the gun club..... move aside Michaelangelo, the Oranjemund kids are here.... ;D
A bit late , but here's a snap of an "Ovambo toilet"..they were scattered all over town and especially down the first ave bushes...this one in particular is the one behind the squash courts....
those white rocks were amazing - we used them to draw our hop scotch squares on the road.
barbara, i also used to love seeing if i could make it thru those sprinklers without getting wet - ducking and diving as they came around. backwards and forwards i'd go just to prove to myself it can be done.
i have a faint memory of that high swing in the 1st ave bushes being taken down 'cos someone fell and a stick went into their ear and pierced their eardrum or something?? management thought it too dangerous and took it down.........not that that ever stopped us kids from just putting up another one ;D
thanks guys for so many beautiful memories which have lain dormant within me only to be resurrected on reading about them - mike, all thanks to you for starting this brilliant site - it's brought back so many happy, happy memories of the best childhood anyone could ask for...........just shows, even tho' we're generations apart, we all basically got up to the same s...t.
Don't remember who the guy was that had his ear pierced way back then, but I remember I was there that day - I think Hugo van Rooyen was there too - and as our house was the nearest (63 1st ave) we went there to call someone for help. The piece of branch, about as thick as a pencil, pierced the poor guy's ear and we still had to brake him free from the main branch so he could get up from the spot where he was "pinned" down. My dad cut down our ropes. ( Lucky for the guy his eardrum was'nt damaged but I suppose he was a kind of trendsetter. All the kids nowadays put studs in their ears from top to bottom. ) We later had two ropes up the tree and that led to a few mid-air crashes, but I don't think anyone ever klikked about an injury again for fear of my dad cutting down the ropes again. What my dad never knew, and we never told him till the day he died, was that we "stole" one of those ropes from his tool-pondok!
Heres me up a tree in our garden on 2nd ave, the love of climbing trees never left me and i still cant resist the challenge...at 50.
Bev, what good hope you give us "youngsters", in the naughty 40's age group: jippee, at age 50 you can still reach the highest branches; that's if you're willing to climb. And why not act out a few 'aapstreke' while you are at it?
Hi Darlene......I have only just seen you message....i still get verrrry confused by this site ha ha..........what is aapstreke????
I havent got a clue ....but i like a challenge ha ha hoolahoop1
The word aapstreke is figure of speech for any funny antics you try - being humerous, pulling the odd joke on someone else, something you do that might be an embarrassment to yourself (but you accept it that way) - one usually use it when speaking to children - the English translation for it is Monkey Business.
So, do go about your aapstreke the way you want to - it's yours!
beautiful 50 is the new 40 cheers to us hoolahoop1
Just saw the picture of Bev climbing the tree's in her garden in second ave.
I remember all the trees my Dad planted especially the fir trees in the garden in first ave, from the top of these you were able to see the sea on a clear day.
Kids that lived in Oranjemund certainly learned to climb trees like monkeys.
At one time you could move from one end of the 1st ave trees to the other end and back without touching the ground
@Clive, I remember trying to do that, the Ovambo Toilets and the big green substation (where the angling club is today) always proved to be an obstacle...
hi CLIVE,MIKE.i was caught climbing trees by BERTIE HAWKINS who was in charge of parks and gardens.i told him my name was teddy coffin who was my cousin.unfortuatly he knew my folks don and sybyl wilson and noreen and joe coffin (my aunt and uncle)so didv not get away with it.i had to work at the rec club gardens 4 2 weeks as punnishment.you could not pretend to be anybody else those days everybody knew everybody in town.news was quicker than the phone ,before you got home your folks knew everything you had done that day even though they had been working the whole day.regards WAYNE.
How true that is Wayne.
laughpoint
I recall Diane Young and I bunking out one night,my father discovered this and came looking for us. Well we cleared the Lisser's back fence,(ok Diane did after pushing me up and over) run into the first Ave trees and hid.My father must have seen us because all of a sudden he was shinning the cars headlights into the trees missing us by millimetres lighting up a gemsbuck breathing down our necks.Well we stood very still and sh*t ourselves untill father dearest ,gave up and went home. The both of us have never forgotten this story and bore people sh*tless with it after we've had a few quickdop
Wonder how many others can also blame the "brake marks" in pants on a gemsbok. Not many other people from the 'world out there'. Not ashamed of it, so I can add my name to the list as well. I personally know the ledgend from the Kalahari - Tiens Spanneberg - who catches gemsbok bare handed from his bakkie window, but that's maybe the only other person in the world who has had such an encounter with a gemsbok, but cannot add the sh*t part to it. Him and his fearless tjommas will never admit that they have ever had an encounter where they were afraid of something. That's where we lots are unique in our ways - we can admit even the red faced moments of our lives and laugh about them, 'cos no matter what, they are part of your life and you can't wipe it away. Like Sandy on his Bike - ha ha ha - would have loved to see that. Miracle how one's body can sometimes keep the balance on moving things when your brain is so toppled over already.
Hi Clive,
Yes - we all tried that and succeeded on occasions but we had many a fall in the process (starting on one end of the bushes and jumping/swinging/falling from tree to tree until the end) Do you remember the parks and gardens bloke -"Hawkeye Hawkins ' - he was the person who always chased us out of the trees/broke our dens/broke our "great escape" tunnels etc.? Many a good day was had in those trees.
regards Angus
Hi Angus, .........pleased to meet you on here..........Im really hopeless re finding messages ect......but i saw one from you saying you were good friends with Percy Barratt, I posted a message a while ago asking if anyone knew Percy.....and not 1 person responded.
Were you friends with him from 1964-66 do you remember, If so i would love to ask you a few things........
I spent a couple of weeks with Nicolene last year, but she cant remember the stuff about Percy i was hoping she could........I was really sad that he had died before i found them,...........
Luv Bev x
Ps to Clive.........Hi Clive....dont know why i didnt think of this before.......ive always remembered my old address......that is untill i asked mike to take a photo for me.....and having taken me a couple.....ooops of yet again the wrong house....i realized that since getting involved with this site my brain has turned to mush and i dont rememebr anything ha ha......never thought to ask you..........which house number did i live at on 2nd ave.......then maybe i dare ask again if mike has the time pls
Hi Bev,
Yes Percy, the Castle brothers and myself were friends in those days (Percy And Phillip were the seniors and Peter and myself the juniors). We lived in 55/2nd ave (between the 2 Barratt families - the Castles were accross the road from Percy and the Hockney familiy were accross the road from us). I do not know where Percy is - have heard nothing about him for years.i remember the Coates girl/s somewhere in the back of my memory bank - we all used to play together many years ago. I will post some of the antics that we used to get up to at a later date.
Regards Angus.
PS. Looks like you people do not sleep over there!
Ok good to see Gus doing some writing .. I been doing a lot up till now .. right now got lots on my plate .. builders at the house .. projects at work etc so will be going into a sort of semiretiremnt from the site for a few weeks .. so dont get woried and post a where the @#$% is Sandy ? topic Ok ??
@ Mike what is the name of an independent hardware store in O'mund ?? or does the name Harold Webster ring a bell ??
Pupkewitz Hardware, the big boys in the country, Harold is the manager, a lot of People call him Harold Pupkewitz, like the owner of the business.....
@ Mike .. a colleague of mine knows him personally .. just tell him johan vd Westhuizen sends regards ..
Harold is a member on the Forum, and he knows a lot of people, anyhow, I sent him the message......
Hi Angus, great to hear fromyou....i lived next door to the castles across the road from you.......Percy actually died a few years ago....think it was a brain tumor. He has a son who is the image of him and who i did meet last year.......I remember you....but sandy was more my friend.......ill post a pic of me in the garden on 2nd to see if it jogs your memory...............yes angus normal people sleep at this time..... vampire
ha ha
There you go Bev, you got the hang of the picture thing now.......
BierSuip Yes Cheers Mike ...you were very patient with me.....however i haven't resized anything .........its cause you changed the allowed size....so they fit anyway....... :emot19: you could have saved your self that hour....and got to bed before dawn if youd told me that at the begining yesno
Hi Bev,
I have noticed that you have been mentioning Percy Barrat in quite a few of your postings?
I remember Percy very well and I am sorry to hear that he has passed away.
Did his cousin Glen also not die of a brain tumor?
Keep well.
Richard
Hi Richard, Great to hear you knew Percy, I was very best friends with his sister Nicolene, and cousin verona, I so wanted to speak to Percy as an Adult to ask him to explain his action towards me as a child.......and thought any close friends of his might remeber now i cant speak to him.
I cant say i remember his cousin....but i will find out.
Were you in O/M in 64-66.....
Good afternoon to all of you who dont believe i can be awake during day light.. e154..................and no im not still here from last night ...
Yes Glen Barrett did have a brain tumor and passed away Dec.1996(not sure of the year guessing now.)
Glen was Verona's brother (Verona and I were in the same class from std 5 to matric) and lived in Table View when he passed away.
Diana did he not attend the reunion in 1993?
Cheers
Richard
PS: Diana should I post the "Madonas with the big boobies"? he he!
Sorry Bev, yes I was in Oranjemund from 1961 to 1979 and we Oppermans lived in E11/6 Avenue.
We were two girls and two boy, namely Liz, Cathy, Gary and Richard.
Our group in high school were teenagers such as Verona Barrat, Denise Barrat, Paul Lisser, Dianne Young, Diana Boehme, Dave Eyre, brother Gary, Sandy Buchanan, Jan Rootman, Rianer Siebers, Peter Pote, Erwin Lisser, Michelle and Eillen Ockwelle and Dany Belelie.
Kind regards
Richard
@ Richard, that would be THE FALLEN Madonna with the big Boobies!
:emot19:
Michael go eat sh*t. You horrible boy.
I will first have to check it out,but then you have a new camera and no MIchael I did not break the other one.
But you aint posting nothing yet my dear Richard
Man! I miss Paula, at least she was'nt nasty towards me..... :emot19:
Me nasty e154
Mike you right, yes it is the "Fallen Madonna with the big boobies" - very good BBC series.
Diana please answer my question to you, see above (Glen question?)
Tot later.
idontknow
Hi Richard......im sure our paths must have crossed at some time....and i do remember a cathy and a richard from my time .........i must look back to see if youve posted any pics of you all from 66 ish...........I spoke to nicolene about Glen......he was married and had a son, him and his wife had parted when he died....but sorry i forgot to ask what year it was verona nursed him and it was a obviously a very distressing time for them all.
Are you going to the reunion.....
BierSuip
Bev there are many photo's of Richard on the site during that time.
I recall Glen's illness well,as Diane Young also nursed him during that time,he passed away on Christmas morning 1996 or 1995(if I remember correctly)
Hi Diana.......Yes Nicolene told me al about it and said dyan and verona cared for him..........to be honest i dont even remember verona having a brother........and not something V has spoken about............, so i was quite surprised to hear the story.....I asked nic.
And by pure chance i found an old pic richard....and i remember his face and kathy's but nothing else....
OOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW I CANT :emot19: WAIT FOR NOVVVVVEMMMBEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
I remember my brother Richard making a treehouse way up high in the trees while my sister and I looked on in amazement as the whole tree then fell down in front of us , Richard, treehouse and all! I also remember whenever my parents went out at night, which was often, my sister and I used to dress up in Mum's nighties and high heels and run down 1st avenue and into the trees! Clive Symes I remember coming to your house and your Mum used to call me Teely Bum which always shocked me but made me laugh. She used to spoil me rotten and I was always very fond of her.
I remember the Castle family who lived in 2nd Avenue. We (the Jonker family) lived at 53/1st Avenue and the Castles lived behind us. I was so scared of Mrs Castle. She used to drive around in that little three wheeler car. I also remember the Hockneys - my sister and I used to think David Hockney was so handsome.
I think everybody remembers the Hockney's .... as for MRs Castle... nobody will ever forget her.....
HAHAHA, LIKE FATHER LIKE SON ,LOL.
Hi Melanie....i remember you and richard......i lived next door to the castles........but i dont remember the number......do you know what number the castles were at ....i think i was at 52....but not sure......
Great having you here x
Hi Bev, I think it was number 52 as I recall seeing that number in another post. Check out the photos Mike has loaded into the Your Photos area and see whether you can recognise Richard or I. My sister also has some photos loaded on that site.
Hi Melanie....i do remember you....but more richard...i think he was my age....51 now, Im still not sure which number i lived at.......i did remember all my life .....right up to joining this site......and now my mind goes blank on stuff.......lol.......
Oh those bushes bring back so many memories. Remember stealing ciggies from my dad and then going into those bushes to smoke them. Not that I really knew how to smoke. Use to think we were big shots because firstly we stole the smokes and then we were big stuff because we were doing big peoples stuff. hehehehe We stayed in 1st Avenue so use to get the Gemsbok that use to come through those trees at night. More often then none our dog would dissapear into those bushes and chase the gemsbok. How he survived for as long as he did, only god knows .... Do not quite remember who it was that I use to smoke with but Collette Burgess seems to ring a bell.....
Mark Tyler and myself always seemed to attract the fire engine to the 1st avenue bushes..... meanpuff
Hey Oppie,
I was saddened to see that you had left my name off the list of teenagers who hung out together in the early 70's . . . R U getting old my good friend?
That Canadian Guy,
Keith.
@ BOBBYSMITH .. NAUGHTY THINGS DONE AS A CHILD .. LOOKS LIKE IT FITS IN HERE . IT HAPPENED IN THE TREES >>>>>
Thinking back to Bobbys story of peeing to mark territory .. I think this habit goes back to his childhood , in fact If I remember correctly Bobby was involved in this one .. Bobby cast your mind back .. when you stayed at the top of 2nd ave .. + - 4- 5 yrs old ... I think some of the Gotsch boys were also involved ..
A crowd of us stole a chicken from one of the houses took it into the trees , decision made to now cook the chicken and eat it like wild men of the bush .. no matches to light a fire .. no prob .. some bright spark said pee is warm so if we pee on the chicken it will surely get cooked .. ( the power of childish imagination and nothing is impossible ) so there we go all taking turns to pee on the poor hapless chicken and whoever trying to hold it still getting splashed .. the proposed feast of peecooked chicken being cut short by the owner of the chicken having been told that it was taken into the trees by a bunch of young reprobates .. we were all caught out red handed in the middle of the cooking session .. once again in trouble ...
Teel & Melanie Jonker...
We use to live at 55-1st Avenue from 1975 - 1984
Why don't I remember any of you? hehehehe
Our mischief went down in the early 60's ....
Oh yes and remind Carl he owes the story on maja the bee ..... I want to see it ......
fireworks1 The good old sixties ....
@ Sandy e154 once again you have me in tears laughing - you boys must have had some explaining to do getting caught giving the chicken a golden shower.......... laughpoint
Quote from: SandyB on May 01, 2008, 12:01:44 PM
@ BOBBYSMITH .. NAUGHTY THINGS DONE AS A CHILD .. LOOKS LIKE IT FITS IN HERE . IT HAPPENED IN THE TREES >>>>>
Thinking back to Bobbys story of peeing to mark territory .. I think this habit goes back to his childhood , in fact If I remember correctly Bobby was involved in this one .. Bobby cast your mind back .. when you stayed at the top of 2nd ave .. + - 4- 5 yrs old ... I think some of the Gotsch boys were also involved ..
A crowd of us stole a chicken from one of the houses took it into the trees , decision made to now cook the chicken and eat it like wild men of the bush .. no matches to light a fire .. no prob .. some bright spark said pee is warm so if we pee on the chicken it will surely get cooked .. ( the power of childish imagination and nothing is impossible ) so there we go all taking turns to pee on the poor hapless chicken and whoever trying to hold it still getting splashed .. the proposed feast of peecooked chicken being cut short by the owner of the chicken having been told that it was taken into the trees by a bunch of young reprobates .. we were all caught out red handed in the middle of the cooking session .. once again in trouble ...
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@ Bobby .. you still have not commented here .. I am begging for correction or confirmation .. but my rattly grey cells seem to remeber you being involved in this escapade ??
Yesterday evening whilst taking Shadow for a walk I came across two boys building a den. On the piece of grass opposite where the old shopping centre store used to be there are now 2 private houses and the boys were using old tree stumps and bits of wood - it jut goes to show that not all kids these days are happy to sit in front of the tv/pc/etc.
Will have to take the camera next time and see if the den is still there.
allgood
Yes do take a pic .. maybe if the den is sound enough a family of " informal settlers " will have moved in ?
There is no longer a first avenue bush, The trees were removed back in the 80's..... Government homes were built on th eland , with a smattering of private company homes...... cheap B grade company family units were also constructed along the stretch down towards the town garage side.....
Here is a snapshot of the last dying piece of the 1st avenue bush...
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This is where I inhaled my first fag... lol No place to hide anymore.
sorriso2 I think we all did Boy Georg.
This is sooo sad those trees served us all well through the generations. They could have at least built nicer houses.
There is only one thing left in the first ave bushes and that is the the substation behind the angling club the rest is all gone and a few new trees planted oops and the old ablution blocks