A non-genie friend sent this to me and it is just too good not to share with fellow "Kapies". Also my debut on this List, old hand on the plain SA List. Anyone who knows CT will have stories of their own to add to this wonderful sample of daily life on the streets of die Moederstad -- the last one is something I personally witnessed on the Grand Parade. Kind regards Maureen Brady ex-Kapie in Jo'burg ****** Cape Town has a wonderfully varied and surprisingly tolerant population. Its people come from many different backgrounds and some of its people have a sense of humour that is as unique to them as that of the cockneys. Their wit and repartee are just as sharp. Unfortunately, those who are not familiar with the Afrikaans language will be unable to share in the humour, deliberate and accidental, of these colourful folk. ****** Picture the scene. A newspaper vendor is standing in a busy intersection in the main street of Cape Town selling the afternoon paper, The Cape Argus. "A'gus, A'gus," he calls incessantly. A 4x4 bakkie with a Free State registration pulls up at the robot. The burly, deeply tanned farmer leans out of the cab window and calls to the paper vendor, "Hey midnight, bring 'n koerant." 'Midnight' sidles over and they exchange money and newspaper. The vendor steps back, looks the driver straight in the eye and says, "Djy roep my midnight. Djy's nie so ver van quarter-to-twelve djouself nie." ******** Many years ago fish carts used to roam the residential streets. Their wares were advertised by the vendor blowing a fish horn, "Blaaaah. Blaaaah." One day, in response to the horn, a fellow with a very flat nose opened an upstairs window in a rather seedy street. "Haai, wat verkoop djy?" he asked. "Stompneus," answered the vendor. The response from upstairs was immediate and to the point, "djou moer!" ******* The neatly dressed, quietly spoken, middle-aged lady bent down to inspect the peaches offered for sale by a street vendor, "Is daai perkes soet?" she enquired. "Dja ounooi. Kyk net hoe still en netjies sit hulle in rytjies." ******** The trek fishermen use a rowing boat to catch a fish they call harders. The boats are launched from the beach and the fish are caught close in to the shore. Frequently the fish are tied in bunches and sold at the roadside. A Transvaal Mercedes stopped next to a fisherman holding a bunch of harders and enquired, "Wat vra jy vir daai harders?" The fisherman looked at the fish, then stretched out his arm and held the harders a few inches from the driver's face, "Ek vra hulle f*kk*l. Wil djy hulle iets vra? ****** Gatiep en Gammat are sitting on a bus in Cape Town when this lady gets on with a face made up to kill: bloodshot red lips, seven layers of base and such massive eyelashes that she can barely keep her eyes open. There's no vacant seats, so she stands, hanging onto the leather strap. "Hei Gammat," says Gatiep, "why don't you offer the lady your seat? "Nei, " says Gammat, "a painting moet mos hang." ******* One day, while wandering around the Grand Parade, eating my lunch of a smoked snoek sarmie and a cup of hot, sweet tea from a Parade vendor, a young fellow talking to a young woman touched her lightly on the arm. She jerked away and said: "Moenie aan my vat-tie!". He came straight back with: "Moenie ve djou so wip-pie. Ek vat mos net, ek try nie om djou armpie te steal nie."

This is so typical of the Cape - I don't think anywhere else in South Africa there is a culture as unique as this. kind thanks Heather Heather's South African Genealogy Help List www.genealogy.co.za The 1902 Municipal Voters Roll of Cape Town - Districts 1 to 6 The 1878 Voters Roll for the Cape is now available with tens of thousands on names !!! 1805, 1829, 1835 and 1849 Cape Almanacs now on CD The Juta's Directory of 1900 which lists residents of Cape Town from the City Bowl until Simonstown. To view our catalogue go to www.genealogy.co.za/scribes.html Cape Town Family History Society www.genealogy.co.za/socweb.html ----- Original Message ----- From: "Editor" <editor@nafcocjcci.co.za> To: <SOUTH-AFRICA-CAPE-TOWN-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Thursday, March 11, 2004 5:33 PM Subject: Spam Alert: Spam Alert: [South-Africa-Cape-Town] Cape Nostalgia > A non-genie friend sent this to me and it is just too good not to share with > fellow "Kapies". Also my debut on this List, old hand on the plain SA List. > Anyone who knows CT will have stories of their own to add to this wonderful > sample of daily life on the streets of die Moederstad -- the last one is > something I personally witnessed on the Grand Parade. > > Kind regards > Maureen Brady > ex-Kapie in Jo'burg > ****** > Cape Town has a wonderfully varied and surprisingly tolerant > population. Its people come from many different backgrounds and some of its > people have a sense of humour that is as unique to them as that of the > cockneys. Their wit and repartee are just as sharp. Unfortunately, those who > are > not familiar with the Afrikaans language will be unable to share in the > humour, deliberate and accidental, of these colourful folk. > > ****** > Picture the scene. A newspaper vendor is standing in a busy intersection > in the main street of Cape Town selling the afternoon paper, The Cape > Argus. > "A'gus, A'gus," he calls incessantly. > A 4x4 bakkie with a Free State registration pulls up at the robot. The > burly, deeply tanned farmer leans out of the cab window and calls to the > paper vendor, > "Hey midnight, bring 'n koerant." > 'Midnight' sidles over and they exchange money and newspaper. > The vendor steps back, looks the driver straight in the eye and says, > "Djy roep my midnight. Djy's nie so ver van quarter-to-twelve djouself nie." > ******** > Many years ago fish carts used to roam the residential streets. Their > wares were advertised by the vendor blowing a fish horn, "Blaaaah. > Blaaaah." > One day, in response to the horn, a fellow with a very flat nose opened > an upstairs window in a rather seedy street. > "Haai, wat verkoop djy?" he asked. > "Stompneus," answered the vendor. > The response from upstairs was immediate and to the point, "djou moer!" > ******* > The neatly dressed, quietly spoken, middle-aged lady bent down > to inspect the peaches offered for sale by a street vendor, > "Is daai perkes soet?" she enquired. > "Dja ounooi. Kyk net hoe still en netjies sit hulle in rytjies." > ******** > The trek fishermen use a rowing boat to catch a fish they call harders. > The boats are launched from the beach and the fish are caught close in > to the shore. Frequently the fish are tied in bunches and sold at the > roadside. > A Transvaal Mercedes stopped next to a fisherman holding a bunch of > harders and enquired, > "Wat vra jy vir daai harders?" > The fisherman looked at the fish, then stretched out his arm and held > the harders a few inches from the driver's face, > "Ek vra hulle f*kk*l. Wil djy hulle iets vra? > ****** > Gatiep en Gammat are sitting on a bus in Cape Town when this lady gets > on with a face made up to kill: bloodshot red lips, seven layers of base > and such massive eyelashes that she can barely keep her eyes open. > There's no vacant seats, so she stands, hanging onto the leather strap. > "Hei Gammat," says Gatiep, "why don't you offer the lady your seat? > "Nei, " says Gammat, "a painting moet mos hang." > ******* > One day, while wandering around the Grand Parade, eating my lunch of a > smoked snoek sarmie and a cup of hot, sweet tea from a Parade vendor, a > young fellow talking to a young woman touched her lightly on the arm. She > jerked away and said: "Moenie aan my vat-tie!". He came straight back with: > "Moenie ve djou so wip-pie. Ek vat mos net, ek try nie om djou armpie te > steal nie." > > > > > > > ==== SOUTH-AFRICA-CAPE-TOWN Mailing List ==== > Cape Town Family History Society > www.genealogy.co.za/society.html > > ============================== > Gain access to over two billion names including the new Immigration > Collection with an Ancestry.com free trial. Click to learn more. > http://www.ancestry.com/rd/redir.asp?targetid=4930&sourceid=1237 > > > >