Visiting Oupa in Windsorton.

When I was about 5 years old we went to visit my Oupa, who lived in a small village on the banks of the Vaal River in South Africa. My mom and dad, my two bothers and I; we loved going there as my uncle Ben and his wife Suzy lived there as well, with our cousins Mara, Ben, Elsa and Gerhard. The village was called Windsorton, grandiosely named after the House of Windsor. It started out as Hebron, a mission station. Diamonds were discovered in the river and prospectors flooded the village from all corner of South Africa. Oupa was was a diamond digger and we would sit on the river banks, watching him and his workers sort the pebbles to find riches. His house was a big old house with a large front and back porch. The back porch overlooked the river, the front porch facing the street. There was a ghost living in the house as well, but that's another story. Oupa's house had an outhouse, with a bucket which was removed nightly by a horse drawn carriage. On the street side it had a little door, where the bucket person would reach in and lift it out to empty in a big container on the carriage. One bright and sunny day we waited for Oupa to sit down. My brother Igno and cousin Ben took a long stick ... they opened the little back door of the outhouse and tickled his testicles, which was tantalizingly hanging down and swinging, right before our eyes; almost begging to be tickled. It gave us great enjoyment and merriment, but Oupa thought it was a snake and almost had a stroke. I remember how he ran to the house with his pants around his ankles and all of us got the hiding of our lives. ♥