Anna van der Berg
My mother's hands always smelled of soap and butter from cooking. Sometimes of the garden, of thyme. In the evening I could smell her hands on the sheet.
◆ A recognition
They never met.
They shared this.
Tell me something about your mother's hands. The smell, the shape, what they did.
Sarie Coetzee
My mother's hands were small but strong. She always smelled of earth and herbs, especially in summer when she worked in the garden. I remember her hands on my hair.
Two voices. One memory. Recorded 0 days apart.