When my father came to Sekukuniland he built his first house at Fernkloof to the north of Dsjatte. The walls of the house were built with stones and clay, the roof was of clay and flat stones laid over timbers. My brother, Christian, who was still a baby, was sleeping in a cot in the corner of the house. He started crying and my mother took him out of his cot. Before she could reach their bed, the roof came down, crushing the cot to pieces, the rest of the room was saved by the strong beams. When I was a boy of 7 years my father sent me and two little native boys to go and look for our lost calves. We could not find them. It became dark and we got lost in the thorn bushes, we looked all over and could not find the way out. I told the little boys that we must kneel down and pray, I prayed to Jesus saying: “We are little children lost in the bush. Please show us the way to go home “. As soon as we got up we saw, in a kind of dim light, a broad way through the bush leading to the road going home. One night, my father and mother, woke up, hearing the window rattling, they looked outside and could see nothing by the moonlight. There was not a breath of wind. My father told my mother to write down the month, date and hour. Three months later a letter came from Germany saying that my grandfather Dr. Wangemann died in that month, on that day and hour.
My father told me that in Germany there was an old missionary and his old wife who were very religious. Their only child, a full grown girl, died. One night the two old people were sitting in the room, deeply in sorrow over the loss of their only child, both of them heard a ting like a silver bell. They looked up and saw their daughter floating from the corner of the room and again “ting” when she disappeared in the other corner. They said that they could see the face and upper part of their daughter, but the lower part was like mist. From that day they were quite happy. Another thing which happened to the same pair was this:- In those days in Germany, the Sunday food was cooked on Saturday, and put away. One Sunday morning a poor man came to them and asked for food, the old man told his wife to give him the food, his wife said: “This is the only food we have”. He said: “Never mind, give it to him; the Lord will provide for us”. When lunch time came he told his wife to lay the table and they sat down. He said Grace, and just as the old man said Amen, they heard a knock at the door, the old man got up and opened the door and saw a messenger, sent by his Patron, Count von somebody, with a big basket full of good food.