Die volgende brief sou ek graag aan my Liewe Pappa wou gee.
Terwyl ek steeds besig is om daagliks my lewens ervarings neer te pen het, Charlotte, my Memoir “tutor” gevra dat ons ‘n kort beskrywende stukkie skryf, van 100 woorde, oor ‘n geliefde persoon. Dit was baie moeilik om net in honderd woorde te sê wat nodig is.
Ek het ‘n stuk van 200 woorde vir haar gestuur maar moes dit steeds na 100 woorde verkort.
Hier is die 100 woorde stukkie. Jammer dis in Engels want hier doen ons als mos in Engels(tong in kies)
Dear Dad,
How did you manage to be jobless in South Africa in 1952? You pushed through.
I regret not asking questions.
I found the handwritten purchase agreement for our plot.
You borrowed the money from Grandpa Zacht; paid it back monthly for twenty years. I understand why you were always so severe. Work: Get up at 5 a.m. and don’t return home until 5:30 p.m. In 1959, you started building our house, spending weekends alone. In 1960, we moved into the house with a living room, kitchen, and dining room. The three bedrooms still needed to be built.
Hier is wat Charlotte toe gepubliseer het. Sy het besef ‘n honderd woorde is totaal te min.
I asked you to send in 100 words about a ‘notable character’.
Here’s one by Ineke K., about her dad. It’s more than 100 words and that’s ok, and I’ve decided to start asking you for 200 words from now on! I like the heart felt questions that Ineke wrote to her father. What did you like about it?
Dear Dad,
I need to talk to you. How did you manage to stay afloat in South Africa? A strange country, and you had no job at the start, in 1952. Yet, you persevered and pushed through, making a living for us.
I regret never having the opportunity to ask more questions. Unfortunately, everything was like a closed book regarding your thoughts. The other day, while I was cleaning and unpacking, I found the handwritten purchase agreement for the plot, which Kobie, my older sister, had prepared.
I do know you borrowed the money from Grandpa Zacht. You paid it off monthly, regardless of the hard times we lived in. In 1959, you started building our house. You were born in 1911, and when we moved into our new home in 1960, you were approximately 49 years old.
Other than that, I am still determining how it went. It must have been very stressful. I also now understand why you were always so severe—there was no time for games. Work: Get up at 5 a.m. and don’t return home until 5:30 p.m. You spend all your time on weekends building, all by yourself. We moved in when the living room, kitchen and dining room were finished. The three bedrooms still needed to be built.
Want to send in 200 words about a notable character in your story? Just hit reply.
Kreukels en plooie 
Lewer kommentaar