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Share Your World 15 September 2025 – Personal Reflections on School Uniforms and Colors

Here are my answers to this week’s SWY from DI

What colour was your school uniform (if you had one)?
Absolutely—government schools in South Africa have always required students to wear uniforms, and we wore ours with pride. I began school in the late 1950s and completed my education in 1970. While the style of the uniform evolved over time, the signature colour remained consistent.

During summer, girls wore a red tunic layered over a short-sleeved white shirt, paired with a red cardigan and red blazer. Footwear consisted of black lace-up shoes or Mary-Janes with white ankle socks. Topping it off was the mandatory white Panama hat, secured with an elastic under the chin to prevent it from blowing away. A red headband featuring the school badge completed the look.

Boys wore grey shorts with a white open-neck shirt and a cap, which they were expected to raise when greeting adults. Their uniform also included a red V-neck pullover and a red blazer.

In winter, boys continued wearing grey shorts, but switched to long-sleeved shirts and added red-and-white striped ties.

Girls’ winter attire featured navy blue tunics with a red girdle over a long-sleeved white shirt, complemented by a school tie. We wore long grey socks with either Mary-Jane buckle shoes or lace-ups, and our winter hats were made of felt.

By the end of primary school, the uniform transitioned to a cotton red-and-white check dress for summer, and a grey skirt for winter.

Only black and white school photos in 1965 – some of the girls were already in skirts, while the rest of us outgrew our tunics. I am behind the seated row with the teachers, third from the left

The school attended by my grandsons and where I taught for a few years had a sensible, child-friendly uniform – shorts and a golf shirt for both boys and girls, a white golf shirt for smart occasions, navy for everyday wear, and a red t-shirt for sports. Track suits for winter. Footwear: flip-flops, Crocs, or sneakers. If so desired, you could even come barefoot!

When working, did you have to wear a uniform or dress colour code?

As a teacher, I didn’t wear a uniform, but there was definitely a clear dress code. Back in college, the rules were quite strict—open-backed shoes were off-limits during summer, though slingbacks were permitted. In winter, stockings were mandatory, and trousers were completely forbidden.

I was stunned when my daughter went off to college wearing shorts—it was such a contrast to what I had known! In the early years of my teaching career, the idea of wearing trousers to school was merely a dream. Eventually, trouser suits became acceptable, and by the time I retired, even denim was allowed.

Me on my last day as a teacher – still wearing a dress to school!

What is your favourite colour to wear?
Red is my favourite colour.
I would always go dinner-dancing with my hubby in a red outfit. Our song is, “Lady in Red!”
The fact that my school colour was red has nothing to do with this choice! I didn’t much like red as a child.

I got married in red!

What colour would you never wear unless there was no alternative?
Ever since I was a child, I disliked wearing green but I will wear it on the odd occasion now.

Me on a rare occasion I wore green!

Gratitude
Looking back on the years in which I grew up with rules, dress codes and pride in your appearance, I am grateful for the values I learned. I also appreciate that times change and rules evolve accordingly. During my teaching career I had to adapt to the different approaches to learning, discipline and teaching creatively. I loved it all and am grateful that many of the new approaches have saved children who learn ‘differently’ from having a miserable school career.

Share Your World Monday 27 January 2025

Here are my answers to Di’s SYW questions for this week

Do you have a bucket list?
I don’t have a written bucket list, but that doesn’t mean I want to stop exploring the world, enjoying wildlife and nature, embracing new experiences, and living life to the fullest. I feel fortunate to have done many interesting things throughout my life, and if I were to run out of time, I wouldn’t have any serious regrets. When I retired, I promised myself that I would say yes to any new opportunity that came my way, and I have kept that promise. However, as I get older, I do feel a bit nervous about running out of money. When my husband suggested an extended and expensive cruise, I hesitated. Can we really afford it? It’s important to be sensible about these matters, too.

Cremation or Burial?
I believe cremation is the best option for me. I would like my ashes to be scattered in Kruger National Park. Since one has to get permission for this, I should start getting that sorted out soon!

This might be a good spot!

Recognized Service/Celebration of Life, or Private Gathering?
I would prefer a private cremation with close family only. They can then decide how best to scatter my ashes in the park and hold a little celebration of life for me there.

Flowers or Donations?
Given that my death will likely occur quietly and without much fuss, I don’t expect anyone to send flowers or make donations. However, they are welcome to do so if they wish. Perhaps a donation to Save the Rhino International would be fitting.

Gratitude:
I am grateful to be in good health and to know that my death is probably not imminent. However, anything can happen, and I intend to live life to the fullest until the very last moment—just in case that moment comes sooner than expected!

A Gecko Getaway – Ebb and Flow, Wilderness – Day 1

Today the Gecko Getaway officially began and by around 3 pm all twenty-two caravans had arrived. Several of us have formed a laager where a beautiful wild fig tree provides shade and privacy from the rest of the campsite. The rest of the caravans are scattered around nearby and are in easy reach of the laager.

After breakfast I joined Chris and Rita on a walk around the campsite. The Touw River flows through it and one can hire canoes or even book a scenic boat trip. We decided against these two options!

Fun on the Touw River
Chris and Rita

There were lots of birds about and saw weavers, wagtails, drongos, martins, sunbirds, hadedas, geese among others but I only managed to get three reasonable photographs. 

Helmeted Guineafowl
African Hoopoe
Bar-throated Apalis – he was a bit camera shy!

As each Gecko arrived there was much joy at reuniting with friends made at previous gatherings and getting to know those we had not met before. Gecko owners have an instant bond!

Nida and Pottie – Lekker om julle weer te sien!
Colin the main organiser with Earl and Rita
Rita and Avril met for the first time today and are already good friends!
Cathy and Alec
I am always behind the camera, so Cathy took this one of me with The Earl
Boet and Avril
John, Jane and The Earl

In the evening all 44 of us gathered at the laager to braai together. Thanks to Johan for providing the meat, Nida for the broccoli salad, Maria for the pasta salad, John for the corn bread and Rudie for the dessert. Colin our awesome organise opened the evening by welcoming everybody to Ebb and Flow and thanked Nardus and Adeline and his wife, Diane for all their hard work in the background. Without their teamwork this wonderful getaway would not be possible. There have been other gatherings in the country, but this has been the best response yet with 22 caravans participating.

A good way to defrost the meat – hang it on the line!
Doing what South African men do best! Dit was ‘n lekker braai!

Almal het lekker saam gekuier, lekker gebraai and net ‘n bietjie gedrink! Hoe geseënd is ons om ‘n wonderlik plek soos Ebb and Flow te kan geniet met ander vriendelike Gecko eienaars!

JusJoJan

As it is a New Year and I have been erratic with my blogging, I have decided to start the year by joining in the JusJoJan challenge – Just Jot it January. Linda gives us the daily prompt

Today’s prompt is ‘train’.

The word train has featured quite a bit in my life. I remember my mother saying that it was her duty to train her children. She needed to train us to have good manners, be obedient, and master certain skills. Strangely enough, I also remember her telling me that she had to train my hair to grow a certain way. Well, in training us to be well-behaved and become law-abiding citizens she certainly was successful but as far as training my hair was concerned – total failure there!

When I left school, I went to a college to train as a teacher. That was the best decision I ever made in my life and I believed I was trained very well.

Another part of my life where the word train featured was where it refers to a mode of transport. Oh yes – I rode a train throughout my childhood. In the days of my youth and in the part of the country where I lived riding a suburban train was the best mode of transport. I seldom rode on a bus and when I did it was a huge novelty and quite an adventure. I knew the names of all the stations from Fish Hoek where I lived to Simonstown and back to Fish Hoek and then all the way to Cape Town. I rode that train on my own from a very early age. I was seven when I knew how to look up the train timetable, which platform to wait on, how to purchase my ticket and where to get off. In those days it was perfectly normal and safe for a small child to travel unaccompanied by an adult on the suburban train. I would take the train to visit my grandmother – a half-hour journey, to go to the movies – a 15-minute journey and to go to my swimming lessons – a 10-minute journey. My friend and I also travelled on our own all the way to the city for her orthodontic appointments when we were just nine years old! Then for my last two years of school, I went to school in the city – an hour’s journey – and travelled by train to get there and back. What a great way to travel. These days the suburban train service is not as reliable as it was back in the sixties and seventies and crime has been a problem too. Things are in place now to rectify this but one would certainly not allow a small child to travel unaccompanied on a train.

When I went away to college the mode of transport to get there was an overnight train. In fact, the train took two nights. Sometimes this journey would involve changing at a place called De Aar in the middle of the Karoo. Four times a year there and back I would take this train and oh what fun it was! There were, of course, other students riding the train and travelling Second Class you would share a compartment with five others, the bunks being top, middle and bottom on each side! In the compartment was a single wash basin which we all shared. The loo and shower were a short walk down the corridor. Some of us would pay a little extra to get bedding while others would bring a sleeping bag. If you got bedding a steward would make up your bed for you each night. 

There was also a dining car and the food served there was not bad at all. Of course, as we were poor students we would choose the cheapest items on the menu.

The last time I slept on a train was in 1973. The last time I rode the suburban train was in 2004 when I took my grandsons on a train just for the fun of it! They were six and seven years old and had never been on a train in their lives. The look on their faces when the train rumbled into the station was priceless. And they loved it! The next time they went on a train was in their teens and we had to carefully explain how to use the train timetable, how to buy a ticket, which platform to wait on etc. 

Of course, when I travel abroad I use public transport and find it totally awesome. The freedom to just hop on a subway train or a bus and get to your destination without worrying about traffic is beyond amazing. 

Recently I hosted two young German tourists who had been travelling through Africa. They used public transport in every country but in South Africa, they hired a car because our public transport system is so unreliable. Oh if only our trains ran like they did in the sixties – how awesome that would be!