Letter of 1st November 1927, from Wouter Goddijn to Gladys Blackbeard, p. 9, dated 3rd November.

How much I should like to pay a visit to the Scottsfarm, only for half an hour ..... no! only some minutes for a silent look-round! First to see Your Mother! Dear old lady! I cannot think of her without seeing her sitting at the corner of the table behind the petrollamp, writing, busy in the late evening as well as in the morning. Another time I see her on the same place, praying before the meal, when all around are served, waiting to begin. I wish I had put with her own words on paper the tales she told about the old days of Scottsfarm. She had such a charming manner of talking. Well, when I am thinking of that time, I feel myself a member of the family again. They all appear before my eyes, the Scotts farmers! Glad next to her mother (except on Sundays, when she had to make place for Gert!). Just opposite Boet was sitting, the fine fellow and excellent brother of so many sisters. (I wish I could come back to have riding-lessons again! What a pitty the idea for it started a little too late in our brains!) Between your mother and Boet was the unchanged place for May. How does she do now? Poor May! Of You others I always think : they are strong and healthy, but May always, or mostly, appears to me being put to bed - and bravely she carries her miseries with equal temper. I never saw May out of humour.
And then there was Maud, the silent and mysterious one, but the few times she was talking it were odd things she said. One could see her at the meals, for the rest of the day she was not to be seen round the milkhouse. Only the presence of some cats (with names that work on your fantasy, such as: Ebenezer, Silverskin a s o) indicates that she must be ..... somewhere in the neighbourhood.
On Sundays all men sat on one side of the table! That little fellow of a doctor* in the midst, between two big men. You should say so! Such a small figure between two tall South Africans : Just : Two and halfpenny!
* Goddijn was referring to himself here.

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