The 23rd of May was a happy day for the Toy Library at the Child Health Unit when Micklefield donated R4000.00 to their cause.
The Toy Library caters for the needs of children with Down’s Syndrome. Once a month the children, from as far away as Manenberg, come to the Toy Library to swap and collect toys.
The Toy Library has a wide variety of toys, which stimulate the child’s eyesight, hearing or touch. The mother’s of the children can bring in the loaned toy and exchange it for another every month. Some of the children do not have toys at home and the service is much appreciated.
The money that was donated to the Toy Library was raised at Micklefield’s annual Mini Market which is run by the girls.
Every year we choose a charity to benefit from the proceeds, and last year we chose the Toy Library but only got around to handing over the cheque this year.
Some of the Grade 7’s, accompanied by Mrs. Masterson and Mrs. Dugmore, spent part of the morning with the children and we were the ones to hand over the cheque. A lady called Marianne, who is a teacher at a special school for Down’s Syndrome children, told us about Down’s Syndrome and why a baby could have Down’s Syndrome.
We all learnt a lot about Down’s Syndrome and we now understand that by putting just a little effort into a worthy cause we can change a lot of lives for the better.
Written by Tamlyn
Africa
is the place I was born to be
My soul
lies here and will always be,
From
the roaming animals to the great mountain ranges
Our
joyful people have embraced the changes.
A variety
of cultures that finally agree,
My soul
lies here and will always be,
The
past was unbearable, but there’s hope for tomorrow
No more
hatred , fear or sorrow,
Let
us live our lives as we’re meant to be,
Africa
my home, where I’ll always be.
by Sarisha
African Jigsaw:
This show will be the Grand opening to our new hall.
General Knowledge Quiz about South Africa: An inter-house quiz for Grade 6 & 7. |
Heritage Day:
All classes will celebrate in
different ways by making masks, doing projects and presentations about some of the great religions of the world. And a lot more! |
Everyone who decided to enter
had to think of a name and pay a fee of R2,50 which went to charity.
There were 2 winning prizes
and 2 runners-up prizes. The winning prizes were a Cavendish gift
voucher
with a box of chocolates
and a hamper filled with edible delights, the 2 runners-up prizes consisted
of
cuddly toys.
The winning name was “Herald
of Hope”. This name was chosen by Kate in Grade 2 and Robyn in Grade
7, they both came first. Robyn received the voucher and chocolates
and Kate got the
hamper.
We asked Robyn and Kate how
they got the name “Herald of Hope”. Robyn said that she thought of
the
hymn “Hark the Herald” and
got her idea from that. She said the reason for using “Herald” was
because it sounded like a guardian of peace. She came up with the
name “The Herald of Hope”.
Kate said that her Dad looked in a thesaurus to find a variety of words to go with newspaper or something along those lines. They then found words to match with the other group of words, they then came up with “Herald of Hope”.
Dear Tamlyn
An interesting thing happened
to us when we were in the Transkei, which left us with great feelings of
hope for our country. We were on our way to Umgazi on the Transkei
coast and realised I had forgotten my cell phone charger. We felt
we really needed to be in communication on the lonely Transkei roads so
we pulled in at a garage on the outskirts of Umtata, where we saw a mobile
cell unit. Upon investigation, I was told they didn’t keep units
and that we would have to travel right into the centre of Umtata - a daunting
thought. Just then, a delightful black gentleman came out of the
prefab shed and insisted on escorting us to the shop where we would find
cell phone chargers. Apprehensively we followed behind him and he
led us to a really suspicious looking part of Umtata. I must admit,
my heart was racing a little to say the least as I thought we were in for
a “James Bond” Transkei adventure! I was in for a wonderful surprise.
The gentleman climbed out of his bakkie and came to help me out of mine.
Grasping me firmly by the elbow he escorted me into a fascinating shop
whereupon he told the shop owner to give me a special price and checked
the charger for me before letting me pay. He then escorted me, still
by the elbow, back to my car, opened the door and told me firmly to shut
all the windows, lock the doors and get out of Umtata quickly as Umtata
was full of “skelms”! With a cheery wave he saw us out of Umtata
and safely on our way to Umgazi. We were left with a great feeling
of warmth and gratitude as we continued on
our journey.
Yours sincerely
Ali Corbett