Saturday, August 29, 2009

Chicken Curry Recipes

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Chicken Curry Recipes

Chicken Curry

•    8 Pieces of Chicken
•    6 - 8 Patatoes
•    1 Tbl Spoon Curry
•    1 Tbl Spoon Tumeric
•    1 Tbl Spoon Apricot Jam
•    1 Tbl Spoon Vinigar
•    1 Tbl Spoon Chutney
•    2 - 3 Tbl Spoons Sugar
•    1 Cup Rice

1.    Cook chicken till done. (1 hour if you use a normal pot, 30min if you use a preasure cooker)
2.    In another pot boil the rice till done.
3.    Add peeled patatoes toe the chicken and cook till patatoes are soft.
4.    In a mixing cup, mix the Curry, tumeric, jam, vinigar, chutney and sugar with a littlebit of wat till it become a paste.
5.    Add that to the chicken and let it cook through for min.
6.    Serve and enjoy with the rice.

Chicken Curry
A South African favourite 

1.5 kg    chicken, cut into portions
2 large    onions, sliced thinly
2 tbsp    sunflower oil
2 tsp    garlic, chopped
2 tsp    ginger, chopped
1 tsp    turmeric
2 tsp    cumin, grounded
2 tsp    coriander, grounded
5 piece(s)    cardamom pods
3 piece(s)    cinnamon, each 3cm long
2 tsp    masala, roasted
5     cloves, whole
2 tsp    salt
200 ml    water
2 large    tomatoes, chopped and puréed
3 medium    potatoes, peeled and quartered  

Wash and drain chicken. Braise onions in heated oil until golden brown.

Add chicken to onions. Add all spices and 100ml water, cover and simmer for 20 minutes.

Add tomatoes and simmer for a further 10 minutes.

Add remaining water and potatoes and simmer for a further 15 minutes.

Serve with rice.
Mum's Chicken Curry

Serves 4

You'll need these things:

3 chicken breasts, diced
3-4 tbsp of Curry powder
One cup of coconut milk
1 tbsp of cooking oil (any to hand)

And you'll have to cook them like this:

1) Fry the curry powder in a large pan over the heated oil for two minutes
2) Add the diced chicken and stir until coated in the oil and curry powder
3) Add the coconut milk and allow to simmer for 20 minutes on a low heat
4) That's it! Serve with basmati rice or eat with a spoon out of the pan. It's entirely up to you.

I was very surprised with the reaction of the household (and mine too) when I made this dish. I thought it would be quite sweet and sickly actually….well, as it turned out, it is sweet yet not sickly and altogether yummy! The original recipe did not call for chillies or nutmeg but I added some. Maybe it was the chillies…. and freshly ground pepper that did the trick….. 

600g skinless boneless chicken thighs or breasts, cut into cubes
Vegetable oil
2 large brown onions - diced
2 cloves garlic – diced minced
Thumb size ginger - grated
2 tbsp English style curry powder 
1 teaspoon ground cumin
¼ tsp freshly ground nutmeg - optional
2 ripe mangoes or 1 large tin mango pieces – pureed
5 to 6 dried chillies - optional
'Hard' vegetables such as carrots, celery, capsicum or zucchini (I used carrots and celery)
Small handful of raisins - optional
1/2 cup cream or coconut milk – I used coconut milk
Salt and freshly ground black pepper
Coriander or celery leaves to garnish

Heat some oil in a large pot over medium heat. Add the onions and sauté about 5 minutes (or until soft and golden. Add in the garlic and ginger and sauté for another minute.

Add in the curry powder, cumin, nutmeg with ½ cup of water and cook for 2 to 3 minutes. Add the vinegar, 1 cup of water and the pureed mango. Increase the heat and bring to a boil, then lower the heat to maintain a low simmer for about 10 minutes, stirring occasionally.

Remove the pan from heat and using a hand held blender, puree the sauce. Alternatively, pour it into a blender and puree, then return the sauce to the pot. Simmer gently and add more water if required.

In a frying pan (with minimum oil), lightly brown the chicken along with the dried chillies and add to the sauce. You may omit this stage and add the chicken pieces and chillies straight into the simmering sauce*. Cover the pan and cook for 5 minutes. Add in the vegetables (however, if using celery, add it only about 2 minutes before lifting - I prefer my celery crunchy so I only add it into the pot just before lifting it off the heat).

Stir in the cream or coconut milk (along with raisins, if using) and cook until it starts to come to the boil (without actually boiling as this may curdle the cream). Season with salt and pepper, lift, garnish and serve over a plate of freshly cooked rice. Hmmmm…..

PS: If the dish is too sweet, add a little more vinegar. If not sweet enough, add a dash of sugar.

Note: You may also make a few batches of the sauce and freeze them for later use. The sauce works well with just vegetables too.

*The original recipe called for the chicken to be added straight into the sauce without browning it in the first instance.

Chicken Curry
With coconut milk

600 g    rice, cooked
500 g    chicken breasts, rinsed, pat dry, cut into chunks
3 tbsp    olive oil
1 medium    onion, chopped
2 clove(s)    garlic. minced
240 ml    coconut milk
120 ml    yogurt
1 tbsp    freshly grated ginger
2 tsp    curry powder
     salt and pepper, to taste
     shredded coconut, for garnish, optional

Cook rice until tender. Drain and keep warm.

Heat oil in a large frying pan over medium heat and add half of the chopped onion. Sauté until tender. Add chicken and sauté until slightly browned. Transfer the chicken to a bowl.

Add more olive oil to the frying pan and add the rest of the chopped onion and garlic. Sauté until onion is tender. Drain.

Add coconut milk, yogurt, grated ginger, curry powder and bring to a simmer. Season with salt and pepper and add the chicken. Cook for about 10 minutes. Stir occasionally.

Serve curry chicken over rice and garnish with shredded coconut, if desired.



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Friday, August 28, 2009

Blatjang aartappels



6-8 middelslag aartappels                    


250ml vrugte blatjang                           

250ml kook water

125ml mayonnaise                                 

1 pakkie dik wit uiesoppoeier 


Kook aartappels in skil net tot sag.

Verhit die oond tot 180C.

Dreineer aartappels en halveer elkeen in die lengte - ongeskil.

Plaas die halwes met die gesnyde kante na bo in 'n vlak oondvaste bak met 'n inhoudsmaat van ± 2,5 liter.

Meng die res van die bestanddele en skep dit oor die aartappels en bak vir 'n halfuur lank.

Bedien warm.

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Currie Bites



250 ml (1 cup) cooked rice
125 ml (1/2 cup) milk
2 extra large eggs
150 ml self-raising flour
7 ml (1 ½ t) mild/medium curry powder
375 ml (1 ½ cup) potato, peeled and grated
310 ml (1 ¼ cup) onion, finely grated
250 ml (1 cup) cooked chicken, diced
100 g whole-kernel sweet corn, drained
15 ml (1 T) parsley
salt and freshly ground black pepper
oil for frying

Process the rice, milk, eggs, self-raising flour and curry powder in a food processor for 1 minute. Chill the batter.
Place the potato and onion in a mixing bowl and add enough boiling water to cover. Leave for 3 minutes and drain well. Pat dry with paper towels. Add the potato, onion, chicken, sweet corn and parsley to the batter. Season with salt and freshly ground black pepper.
Heat the oil in a pan and fry spoonfuls of the batter for about 4 minutes on each side until golden brown and done. Drain on paper towels and keep warm until ready to serve.
Makes 25-30 bites.

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Grated Biscuits


½ lb (250 Gram) butter             

2 eggs

8 tablespoons cooking oil           

5 teaspoons baking powder

8 tablespoons castor sugar         

vanilla essence

5 cups cake flour                      



Beat butter and sugar together until light. 

Add cooking oil, eggs and vanilla essence and beat well until light and fluffy.

Add in dry ingredients. 

Grate dough in a baking sheet and press firmly. 

Spread jam and grate other half. 

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Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Chocolate Mint Dessert




1 X 150 g packet marshmallows

1 cup (250 ml) milk

2 large slabs (49 g each) Peppermint crisp chocolate

1 cup (250 ml) cream (or Orley Whip)

1 X 200 g packet Bakers Mint Romany Creams

1 X Peppermint Crisp (Extra optional)


Combine marshmallows and milk in a saucepan. 

Over low heat, stir until marshmallows have melted. 

Add chocolate and stir until melted and mixture is smooth. 

Allow to cool.

Whip the cream and fold into cooled chocolate mixture. 

Roughly break the Romany creams into quarters and place into a dessert dish.  Pour the cooled chocolate mixture on top. 

Tap dish softly to remove air bubbles. 

Place in the fridge to set. 

Decorate with extra mint crisp and whipped cream if desired. 

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Martin van Douwe –

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I am 63 years of age and self-employed - I have a small sign writing business which I run on my own in Sabie - near Nelspruit. I am married with 6 children and 7 grandchildren.

My wife has a small hair-salon which she also runs by herself.

I am (was) healthy for my age and very active. I went from this to paralyzed in a matter of a week.


My Story,


About 4 weeks ago I started to feel a tingling and numbness in my hands and feet. When it persisted we thought it had to do with diabetes. Then my legs got weak and I started to feel off-balance - hands and feet became numb. Sunday we went to church and I could manage to shuffle along  and stand.


On Monday 10th August it was a holiday and we decided to visit the local Horseshoe Falls - this  entailed a short walk/climb up the mountain - perhaps 200 meters. Well I barely made it up and back down again! I was so weak and off-balance and we realized something was seriously wrong.


On the Tuesday 11th August we drove to Nelspruit to see our GP. He tested for sugar and said it was not diabetes - he checked me over, gave me Prednisone and a prescription for vitamin supplements and sent me home. We were so relieved I did not have diabetes!


But the relief was short-lived.


It just got worse and on the advice of a friend we went to Nelspruit Medi-Clinic ER. on the Wednesday 12th   August.


On the way the right side of my face started drooping and now we were thinking stroke - I was in deep trouble!.


At Medi-Clinic the intern in Emergency did some tests and observations and it was not long before he diagnosed Guillain Barre Syndrome.


The face, he said, was due to Bell's Palsy - not the GBS - caused by pressure or damage to the facial nerve and not dangerous. At this stage my face was giving more problems than the GBS - decidedly debilitating as I could not speak, eat, drink or see properly..


They said the 2 conditions are not related except for fact that both affect the nerves.


I was admitted  to hospital and the Specialist Physician that evening confirmed the initial diagnosis


Blood tests were done and a MRI brain scan but everything was normal. I was however becoming weaker by the minute and walking was a big challenge. The face was not good either as I could not smile, frown, close my eye, drink or see properly.


I was not given a drip and my only medication is Prednisone for the Bell's Palsy. They considered putting me in ICU but the doctor was against it because of all the bugs that live there.(I think he knew we could not afford it).


All this time I have felt no pain whatsoever - just the incredible weakness in my limbs, the numbness in hands and feet..My balance is totally off and I have loss of motor skills in my hands and fingers. I cannot even unscrew the cap of a medicine container.


I insist I want to keep moving myself with the aid of a walking stick, chairs, tables and walls for support - I do this at home as well but walking is extremely difficult and incredibly tiring. I must however never give up!.


The doctor could see my stress as we have no medical aid and had to get by with the little extra I had earned recently. Ironically I do (did?) the signs for Med Clinic for some years now and this got us through the initial expenses. So after 4 days in hospital I was sent home and here I am writing this on my laptop. What a God send the computer and Internet is - I feel I am not alone and can reach the world although  I am sitting in my bed.


I am thinking of the future - I know this thing can take months, even years and at my age time is precious - I also need to make a living - so some big decisions need to be made, everything is just so confusing as this has happened so fast!


One thing I know for sure - that this is a serious condition and will have life-changing consequences for us.


Finally and maybe firstly - I thank and praise our Lord - who was and is with me every step of the way and has already undertaken wonderfully to care for me - I know that He will make way where there seems to be no way!


Also wonderful is the way family, friends and church are supporting me and praying for me.


Most wonderful is my wife, Elsie, who does everything for me with unquestioning love and dedication, who hides her concern for my  sake and without whom I would be unable to do anything - truly the  Lord sent me an Angel for a time such as this.


The fact that I am already at home and experiencing no pain just shows that He is already answering our prayers  and there is more to come!


P.S. Hats off to young Dr. Jooste at Medi-Clinic who diagnosed 2 relatively rare conditions spot on, without the benefit of tests and scans!!


8 Levels of joy

Eight Levels of Joy
- Your metabolism changes so that you can lose weight eating chocolate.
- You realize that your kid's report card was really a bad dream.
- Your computer actually crashes when the technician is there.
- You bought 10 years ago -- and held it.
- Steven Speilberg calls your boss looking for you.
- You haven't put on weight -- your clothes shrank.
- Your child calls from college just to say hi.
- The IRS loses your name.

In my job with a credit union, I often run across accounts that are protected by password. The credit-union member, when withdrawing funds, must produce identification and then give the password to the teller.
Recently, when I asked a woman for her password, she sighed, rolled her eyes and replied, "Save." I was puzzled until she explained, "My husband put in that password so I'd have to say it every time I make a withdrawal."
Two paramedics were dispatched to check on a 92-year-old man who had become disoriented. They decided to take him to the hospital for evaluation.
En-route, with siren going, they questioned the man to determine his level of awareness. Leaning close, one asked, "Sir, do you know what we're doing right now?"
The old man slowly looked up at him, then gazed out the ambulance window.
"Oh," he replied, "I'd say about 50, maybe 55."

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The Secret


The more you give
the more you get
The more you laugh

the less you fret


The more you do unselfishly,
The more you live abundantly
The more of everything you share

The more you'll always have to spare


The more you love,
the more you'll find
That life is good and

friends are kind


For only what we give away

En'riches us from day to day.......



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Wednesday, August 19, 2009

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God in jou kop

Ek gaan slaap in die aand met God in my kop,
In die oggend staan ek saam met Hom op
In die dag stap Hy saam sonder om te kla
Waar ek nie kan loop, sal Hy my dra.

Al my vrese en behoeftes ken Hy so goed
As ek val, en nie wil opstaan, gee Hy my moed
As ek bly is en lag, jubel Hy saam met my
As ek hartseer en bevange is, troos Hy my

Deur al die seisoene - in winter tot somer
In die dag en die nag - al is ek 'n dromer
Gee hy die pas aan wat ek moet loop
Al voel ek soms ook heeltemal gestroop

Hy is die alfa, die omega, die spil waarom alles draai
 In die donker, sal Hy my na die lig toe laat draai
Hy beskerm ons en vou ons toe in Sy hande
Hy vra nie jou taal, God bly groot in alle lande

Ons vra en ons smeek vir hulp en vir raad
Vir vrede en gesondheid en ook die regte maat
Maar gesels ons met God in voorspoed en geluk
Of is Hy net die noodlyn wat ons so gerieflik pluk?

Leef voluit elke dag wat God aan jou gee
Bly op jou knieë waar Hy jou krag kan gee
Leef so jou drome vir almal om te sien
Wie jy is, en watter God jy dien.

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The Room


The Room
(Written by Joshua Harris)

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room.
There were no distinguishing features save for the one wall covered with small index card files.
They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order.
But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very different headings.
As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was the one that read "Girls I Have Liked."
I opened it and began flipping through the cards.
 I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one.

And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.
This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life.
Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory wouldn't match.
A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content.
Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.
A file named "Friends" was next to the one marked "Friends I Have Betrayed."
The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird.
 "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I Have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed At."
Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've Yelled At My Brothers."
 Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done In My Anger,"
"Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath At My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.
Often there were many more cards than I had expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped.

I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived.
Could it be possible that I had the time in my 20 years to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards?
 But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own hand writing.
Each signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked "Songs I Have Listened To," I realized the files grew to contain their contents.
The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards,
I hadn't found the end of the file.
 I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quantity of music, but more by the vast amount of time I knew that file represented.

When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body.
I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test it's size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at it's detailed content.
I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me.
One thought dominated my mind: "No one must ever see these cards!!" In an intense frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards.
But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card.
I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.
Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. I leaned my forehead against the wall, and let out a long, self-pitying sigh.
And then I saw it. The title bore "People I Have Shared The Gospel With."
The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused.
 I pulled the handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands.
I could count the cards it contained on one hand.
And then the tears came.
I began to weep.
Sobs so deep that the hurt started in my stomach and shook through me.
I fell on my knees and cried.

I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all.
The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes.
No one must ever, ever know of this room.
 I must lock it up and hide the key.
But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him. No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus.
I watched helplessly as he began to open the files and read the cards.
 I couldn't bear to watch his response.
And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own.
He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes.
Why did He have to read every one?
 Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room.
He looked at me with pity in His eyes.
But this was a pity that didn't anger me.
I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again.
He walked over and put His arm around me.
He could have said so many things.
 But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.
Then He got up and walked back to the files.
Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card.
 "No!!" I shouted, rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him.
 His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red, so dark, so alive.
The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written in His blood.
He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards.

I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.
He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished."
 I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door.
There were still cards to be written.

It was  written by Joshua Harris in 1995 based on a dream that he had.


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As Vriende mekaar nie dra nie,

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mekaar moed inpraat nie,

nie vir mekaar bid

of saam kan skaterlag nie,

Dan staan hulle heel alleen.


Hulle moet mekaar raadgee en aan die hand neem.

Mekaar na die Kragbron lei

waar almal garingdrade is . .

Bid vandag vir alle vroue

wat 'n verskil in jou lewe gemaak het

En dankie dat JY 'n verskil maak in my lewe!!!

Ek is lief vir jou

Kyk vandag met nuwe oë na jou ma,

jou dogter, jou suster...

sy is 'n kunswerk, uniek geskape deur ons Hemelse Vader... almal met 'n spesifieke doel.

Sê dankie, vir al die dinge wat ander vir ons doen wat ons as vanselfsprekend aanvaar!!!

Dankie vriende,

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A Flower Picked

He thought himself of little worth--
A dandelion where roses grow.

A single weed upon the earth
with seeds no breeze would strive to sow.

But those who know are left to hold

Bouquets of truth that will not fade.


Sweet blossoms not of marigold
But humbleness in deepest shade.
A loss--a gain--a flower picked
To bloom throughout eternity

In gardens that do not restrict
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Tuesday, August 18, 2009

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1940's, 50's, 60's!

First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us and lived in houses made of asbestos.

They took aspirin, ate blue cheese, raw egg products, loads of bacon and processed meat, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes or cervical cancer.

Then after that trauma, our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paints.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets or shoes, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking!!!

As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.

Riding in the back of a Bakkie on a warm day was always a special treat.

We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.

Take away food was limited to fish and chips, no pizza shops, McDonalds, KFC, Steers, Nandos.

Even though all the shops closed at 6.00pm and didn't open on the weekends, somehow we didn't starve to death!

We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO-ONE actually died from this.

We could collect old drink bottles and cash them in at the corner store and buy Chappies, Wilson 's Toffees, Wicks Bubble Gum and some crackers to blow up frogs with.

We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank soft drinks with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight because......


We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.

No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot to fit brakes. We built tree houses and cubby houses and played in river beds with matchbox cars.

We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on DSTV, no video tape movies, no surround sound, no mobile phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms..........WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!

We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no Lawsuits from these accidents.

Only girls had pierced ears!

We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.

You could only buy Easter Eggs and Hot Cross Buns at Easter really!

We were given pellet guns and we carried the lead pellets under out tongue for hours at a time!

We got catties for our 10th birthdays!

We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them!

Mum didn't have to go to work to help dad make ends meet!

RUGBY and CRICKET had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!! Getting into the team was based on MERIT AND NOT DUE TO BLACKMAIL, THREATS AND GUILT FROM THE PAST..... strange but true!

Our teachers used to belt us with big sticks and leather staps and bully's always ruled the playground at school.

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of.

They actually sided with the law!

Our parents didn't invent stupid names for their kids like 'Kiora' and 'Blade' and 'Ridge' and 'Vanilla'

This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever!

The past 70 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.

We did not have child psychologists or mentors and we coped without them.

We did not need Ritalin and ADD was not the reason for liveely, active children

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO


And YOU are one of them!


You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated our lives for our own good.

And while you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave their parents were.

PS -The large font is because your eyes are not too good at your age anymore ....................