The House Where Dad Grew Up

Throw back Saturday! This funny little house is in Roodebloem Road, in an area called Woodstock in Cape Town. Every Friday night when we were growing up, we went here for Friday night supper...Granny Foat would make her famous soup. The entrance to the kitchen had a beaded curtain~ I can still hear the noise they made when they were pushed aside, & we'd spend many an evening around the retro formica table. And there were 3 flying ducks on the wall. My grandparents died in the early 70's & my dad died in 1974 of a heart attack & brain hemorrhage when he was just 35 years old.

 

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