Remember when you used to hang a bucket on a nail by your gate for your bread and milk delivery ? There were little circular 'coupons' with holes in them - red for bread and white for milk - which you used to place into the bucket to indicate how many of each you wanted. Imagine doing that nowadays or anywhere else - you'd never find anything in your bucket !! For those who arrived after all this - there used to be a Bakery opposite the school (you could smell the bread from the Sub-A classrooms), and there used to be a farm across the river at Beauvallon with pigs, hens, cows and an orange orchard.
We used to be taken to the Bakery and to Beauvallon farm on field trips when we were at school. I also remember being trooped off to the dentist for a visit, and to the hospital for some booster shot or other - we all had to walk there in a long line holding someone else's hand and we were given sugar lumps afterwards. Small comfort when you'd spent ages standing in the queue and the stories being spread down the line of how sore the needles were got worse and worse - and having a surname ending in S meant that I was near the end of the line !
I was just telling a relatively new O'munder about the bread and milk deliveries on Sunday - she couldn't quite believe it! I can also remember walking to school and smelling that fresh bread! I think we must have also been one of the few schools where so many kids got braces on their teeth, thanks to the regular visits to the dentists! At least you were S, I came in way behind Clayton at V!
I can remember when we had our eyes tested that by the time we had to read the board we knew the letters without even having to look at the board because of all the kids in front of us!
I must say that it is still quite wierd to go to the school for my kids school functions as it doesn't seem that long ago that I was in school here! Also poor Shannon has had a few teachers saying to her "your mother was in my class!"
Here's to OPS - Std 5 class of 1988!
Yes truly amazing .. bucket and contents would be heisted nowadays .. I remember so well the delivery van .. we as kids used to beg / bully the man on the back to give us a loaf of the bread that was baked for the Hostels .. It was delicious , made to a specific formula and far more nutritious and tastier than ordinary bread , I think they used ground peanuts in the formula ... walking to school and smelling the baking .. a good memory ....... In my last years in O'mund I stayed in CFC complex so the smell became so common to one that one did not notice it anymore ...
We were caught by security and taken to down to checkpoint for stealing bread form the back of that van on our bikes...... the security chap packed about 8 of us kids into that little yellow mazda After storming into our parents house( at work) to "arrest" us.... gee what a fright....
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The Old Bakery now lies abandoned!
Guys i lived in 6th ave in my last days there...the walk to school or bike ride often did not go a miss with me chowing fresh bread from other peoples buckets......warm and lovley......never did get caught well there is a confession..hahahahaaa.....
Cuz - good to have you on-line. what happened to quote :"all well behaved in omund....well kind off........waited till i got to CT and London.......". Gotcha! You guys should've done it the easy way like us - just stop off at the bakery on the way to school with a bread coupon and exchange it for a hot loaf straight out the ovens - in winter we used to get 2, scoop out the bread (eat it of course) and use the hollowed out loaves as gloves - worked wonders.
That yummy fresh bread smell wafting across to the school around first break... mmmh... anyone got a coupon???
Aaahhhh those were the good old days. I remember the coupons well......god how things have changed.
Wendy
Hi Andrew
how are you? How is you mom and dad and your sisters?
Hi Claire
They are all well. Check your PM.
Andrew
One of our favorite things to do very early on a saturday morning was to go and look for a bread and milk bucket that had more than one break token in, then swipe the extra one and then we'd go looking for the bread lorry, exchange the token for a fresh, hot loaf, and climb in a tree like monkeys and eat breakfast. I can still taste that awesome bread!
At lunch time, the owambo's would park the lorry in the shade somewhere, climb out and catch a snooze. Well, then you didn't need a token to get a loaf... You'd sneak up, out of line of sight, grab a loaf or two, and head for the nearest bush!
Man, those were the days!
I also remember Kim (Kraynow?) (or was it her friend?) had a trampolin in their yard (I think it was the east end of 7th avenue), a huge, built in one that everybody knew about. So once, when nobody was home, we scaled their fence and jumped non-stop, until we got busted by her father! He gave us a good scolding, and we never went back...
I could never imagine Les Krynauw getting upset.......
I also remember swiping bread tokens and swapping them for warm bread. Used to dig the warm dough from the inside of the bread and leave the rest. Don't think i could manage that now
Weren't there black coupons for brown bread? I was an honest girl back then (nowadays ... swink...), so did like Delia, just used to leave for school with a coupon in my pocket and stop at the back of the bakery for a nice hot loaf of bread. My mom found out about it years later and was ashamed that we behaved liked kids that weren't being fed at home!
In addition to the milk and bread in the buckets, I would eagerly await the weekly newsletter that came on Fridays (or was it Saturdays). It later became a monthly newsletter.
Prison issue bread, remember the big Letters CDM stamped on the side of the loaf?
Anybody remember the baker back then? His name was Ernest Vetter. My parents were friends with him and his wife (I think her name was Sylvia??). They had 3 daughters Monika, Elizabeth and a younger one whose name I can't remember. They also had a son whose name also alludes me. He went to Centaurus before my time. We used to play together as kids and Elizabeth was my first true love. :36_4_8:
After leaving OM they moved to Roodepoort. Sadly though, Ernest was killed shortly thereafter in a car accident. He always was a speed freak. I remember trips to the beach in his Audi 100, doing 180+ km/h on the road past the golf club.
That's fast for that road....
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I was in a car going at about 175km.hr in the mist on that road at nights, I was;nt driving... stupid things you do when you're young..... really stupid.... Van TOnder...I think that was the guys surname..... :emot186:
does anyone remember when the milk came in a plastic pouch,who also rembers the condensed milk type things called pikkies,came in a triangular shaped packet,great tasting stuff
Yep.
That was sweetened condencemilk and we kids loved it. My parents in law bring us simular stuff from Chechia because my girls love it. Wouldn't try it again.
Isn't there a similar thing in SA called "Dirkie". I think it comes in a squeeze type tube.
Who of you tried this when u were younger : Take a tin of condensed milk, put it in a pot of boiling water for 20-30 minutes, after it's cooled down the contents are magically transformed into caramel. Nowdays you can buy it ready made for cake icing etc. Us kids in OM had to still make it the old fashioned way.
The trick was putting the can in a pot of boiling water. We tried once by putting the tin directly on the stove, and spent the rest of the day cleaning the kitchen ceiling. How were we supposed to know?
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Yes, we loved the caramel.
@ Carl - :emot19: ah yes! the things we do as kids.........I remember once taking all the labels off the tinned food in the cupboard......never knew what you would get on your dinner plate; could be peas; beans; pears or mixed fruit - need I say that I was not too popular with my mom!!!
What's it like with yow nowadays?? Still taking labels off?
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Mealtimes are always a surprise in my house Jnr.
Do you kids eat at freinds???
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Did you guys also have to attend "Veldskool" during your high school years?
I remember we were dumped in the desert between Walvis Bay and Swakopmund with a compass and told to meet the teachers at point X on a map. All we had to eat was a tin of mystery food. They took the labels off a bunch of tins and made us choose one. I got a tin of apricot jam! When we complained later, they told us "What are you complaining about? You chose your own tin didn't you".
You get people around here, that pay a hell of a lot of money to join in adventures of the kind. So feel yourself previlaged... You had it for free Carl. laughpoint
It was part of our curriculum in high school. In Std 8 everybody was expected to attend a week of Veld School.
Reading about the trampoline that Kim them had. We lived next to them for a few years. I remember we used small planks to make steps on the fence to be able to climb over easier to go and play there. Had this huge tree by the fence. Sometimes her father would come and jump with us and then he would let you go so high it sometimes was scary.
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Anyone remember the long msn emoticon (8) loaves of brown bread ,I think it was called Ovambo bread it had raisens in it
Yes I do, it was made especialy for the ovambo's. I don't think we could have it delivered. Was very yummy.
We could have the raisen bread delivered on a Friday when we were there.
I rember the raisen bread delivered on a friday.
Now that you mention it.......rings a bell.
The bread mentiones was specially made for the hostels, and used to be Lunch for the Ovambos working the bedrock. The bread had rasins and peanut butter in, now you know why it was so tasty. The brown bread that was delivered to the rest of us as not the same.
Those breads were slightly smaller than the regular breads as well. Very tasty breads. I remember going to the hostel with my Dad quite often, he was very involved with the hostels, and there were quite a few hostel dwellers who always spoiled me with a piece, or a hand full of peanuts.
There was a trampoline as well, I think at North Hostel, and there one of the guys taught me how to do proper salto's and other tumbles and somersaults on it. Always great fun...