Creased forehead and rosy cheeks
appear so clearly on Granny Flora’s wrinkled face. At 105 years old, she is
fairly mentally young.
Among the endless riddled stories of
her days when Victorian dresses and tight corsets were the in the thing for the
ladies, Granny Flora seems more awakened when opening up about her imprisoned days in
the English concentration camp during the 1902 Boer War.
‘Dirty linen, lumpy, earth smelling
soup and seeing many people around me suffering from extreme hunger pangs and other
deadly viruses is what I will always remember when thinking about the camps’
she says absent minded.
For a minute, Granny Flora’s tired
eyes get glassy as she digs deeper in her memory to re-call those grueling
seven months. ‘My parents were strong but as a child, you never question their
decisions. There were days where people hardly smiled and that upset me.”
Granny clearly has not dealt with that chapter of her life and has had to find
comfort in a house she’s called home for the past 75years.
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