Sundays in The Hage

Sundays

Sundays …

The Hage …

1960’s …

More childhood memories ….

Sundays were church day.  St Joseph’s in Baird Street.  We were always late.  My Mom was not a morning person, so we were always flying out the door at the last minute.  We sat in the same pew every week as did everybody else who went to church.  Heaven forbid if anybody sat in somebody else’s spot!  My Dad didn’t go to church with us – he was a Methodist, not a Catholic, but never went to church anyway and when he passed away 8 years ago, he was buried from the Catholic Church by Father Max.  We must have had connections, not sure if that’s good or bad.  Two of my boy cousins were altar boys.  They looked liked angels in their vestments and for an hour they behaved like angels, but other times both were definitely not angels.

After church, we stopped at my Granny and Grandpa’s house in Caledon Street.  Sunday morning tea was a ritual and a very important part of my growing up years.  For 7 years I was an only child, so this was  a happy time for me.  Playing with my cousins and pretending they were my siblings.  I had a real thing about not having siblings when I was younger it seems.  My oldest girl cousin always looked out for me.  She stood up for me as I had no sibling support when things went wrong or we were all being naughty and so I often copped the flack and was blamed for something I didn’t do.  I wasn’t always innocent, but I wasn’t always guilty either.

So the adults had tea and some home-baked delicacy my Granny had made.  None of the adults drank coffee in those days and if they did, it was usually only at breakfast time and the brand of the day was, wait for it – Ricoffy!  I don’t even think it was made with coffee beans, but was a chicory blend!  And everybody had sugar and full cream cow’s milk in their tea and their coffee in those days.  Boy, how things have changed.

As for the grandchildren, we would walk along the road to the “Fish Shop” on the corner of Caledon and John Streets where we were allowed to buy Joy Lollies which were ice lollies.  Guess how much they cost?  1c each!  I can remember walking along with 10c and we got change…If it was a special occasion, like one of our birthdays, we were allowed Banana Boy ice creams – they cost 3c each!  They were my favourite.

If the weather was good, all the adults sat outside on the front stoep of my grandparent’s house and we kids played on the front lawn.  We spent many hours playing hide and go seek, cops and robbers and if we had an empty cardboard box we would slide down the little hill in the front garden.  The grandchildren of today would think we were retards for sure, but my childhood memories are happy ones and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

Photo credit: Shaz North

Custard Apples, Pomegranates, The Hage

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Custard apples, pomegranates and The Hage.

What do they have in common?  Memories.  Memories of my childhood.

When I saw them today, in two different fruit and veggie shops, I had flashbacks to my childhood years.  I grew up on another continent in a little town that I’ll refer to as The Hage.  Growing up in The Hage was special and those of us that grew up there were privileged as we had a special childhood in an idyllic place.  The sad thing is that none of us thought we were privileged at the time.  We all thought we were stuck in the back end of nowhere and couldn’t wait to leave!  Now, with us all scattered around the globe, we have a special connection to each other and we can travel to all 4 corners of the world and know somebody who will put us up or advise us what to do and where to stay!  Yes, our connections to The Hage are very strong.

custard apple

Custard apples I looked forward to once a year and as I watched the developing fruit I can remember how I salivated, just waiting to taste them again.  The most disappointing thing for me was that the tree wasn’t in our garden.  I think there were 3 trees in my “aunty’s” yard.  She wasn’t a blood aunty but an aunty in my eyes.  “Aunty” and “Uncle” were very special neighbours.  They lived down the road from us, our parents were great friends, in fact my Mom and “Aunty” worked together for the same men’s outfitters in The Hage for many years.  And they looked so alike, many customers thought they were the same person, although my Mom worked in the morning and my “Aunty” worked in the afternoon!  My “Aunty” had 3 children, 5 years + older than me, but as an only child for 7 years, I always thought of them as my blood siblings!  Our families went on holidays together, we caravanned all along the coast together, our fathers built boats and fished together and even after I was married and had my first baby, we continued to caravan at our favourite places.

The custard apples used to be shared out amongst a few of us lucky neighbours.  And then the unthinkable happened.  Two of the trees had to be removed to make way for a carport that needed to be built to house the caravan!  As a young kid I was horrified as I realised there would be even less custard apple treats coming my way!  And a few years later, we moved away and “Aunty” and “Uncle” moved too and it was bye bye custard apples for me!  Don’t think I ever saw one again.  I was devastated.

So as I stood and admired the custard apples in my local fruit and veggie store this week, all these memories flooded back!  Custard apples, so nutritious and good for you.  A rich source of Vitamin C, magnesium and potassium, these apples are cardio-protective, high in anti-oxidantsants, can lower blood pressure, and are also a good source of Vitamin B6, iron, copper and dietary fibre.

As for the pomegranates, well that’s another story and involves another family, but still involves the Hage and the street we lived in, which was where the Flamingo Bakery was.  That will be another trip down memory lane on another day.  Watch this space and please share with anybody you know from The Hage as we really are lucky to have grown up there.

 

 

HEALTHY HAPPY THIN

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Healthy

Happy

Thin

It’s only taken me 30 years to be healthy happy thin but heck, who the hell is counting?  At least I got there in the end.  Just like a fine red wine, I have matured with age and will (hopefully) age gracefully too.  Seriously though, it took me 28 years to stop believing everything I read about healthy eating and 2 years to get rid of my chronic pain AND 42kg once I started listening to my body and took matters into my own hands!  Even if I say so myself, I think that’s pretty damn remarkable!

I started this blog so people could read how I lost the first 31kg and recovered from chronic pain – you can read about that here and here .  I maintained my weight by avoiding the foods that inflamed me and was quite comfortable and happy in my own skin.  I was healthy happy thin -ish and had gone from a size 18/20 down to a size 12 and seriously would have been quite content to see my days out at that weight and size.  I had loads of energy, I was healthy, I was loving life, but I wanted to see if I could get back to what I weighed in my late 20’s.  I had finished my nutrition studies through Changing Habits (if you are interested in the online nutrition course I chose to do, as it resonated with my beliefs of health and wellness, you can read about it here ) and was inspired to try one of Cyndi’s protocols, which she adapted from the 1950’s Pounds and Inches HCG Diet, developed by Dr Simeons.

A lot of planning and food preparation is needed to succeed with this protocol.  The timing of when and how you start this protocol is essential as it is a process that needs to be followed to a T.  The protocol is divided into 4 phases and I did my 4 phases over 63 days, so essentially you need to find two months when you cannot have any excuses about this function to go to, that child’s birthday, no Christmas parties, etc.  You need to be in the right head space as once you start, you can’t stop until you’ve progressed through all 4 phases, otherwise you are just kidding yourself and you won’t succeed.

Personally, having followed such a strict personal eating plan for the last 2 years, I found this protocol a walk in the park.  I was seriously never hungry and the weight just melted off.  If anybody thinks my usual eating plan is restrictive, then don’t even consider this protocol as it is 100 times more restrictive.  Before starting on the protocol, I was skeptical to say the least.  Homeopathic HCG drops are taken three times a day and my pharmaceutical brain had me believing I was going to be starving hungry, irritable and a witch to live with.  I did not believe the homeopathic drops could perform the miracles they were touted to perform!  Boy was I surprised as to how quickly and effectively they worked!  From day 1 I felt different, and at no stage did I think I could not do this.  Being prepared food-wise is key to succeeding.   So, if you are interested,  just click on the link below and you can find out everything you need to know, how the drops work, the support offered by Changing Habits,  what you need to take along with the drops, how to order, etc.  I have been amazed as well as to how my whole body shape has changed.  Although within 10kg of my ideal body weight when I started the protocol, I think the excess 10kg I was carrying was between my waist and knees.  This is where I have slimmed down considerably,  but have lost a bit more in other areas too.

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Maybe this is for you, maybe it isn’t, but for me, this has been the icing on my weight-loss cake.  No more guilt, no more shame, I can now hold my head high and walk my talk and best of all, no more pain!

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ps…I am now a size 10 🙂

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