Windows No 3: Matric year at Sedaven High School

End of an era

Dr Paul Coetser remembers his final year at Sedaven High School.

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The outside world

It is 1964 and I am now in my final school year at Sedaven High School. Of the original 22 there are now 12 students remaining.

We are now slightly more aware of what is happening in the world outside the school borders. At night we listen to a hidden radio that my friend has built inside a hard cover Bible. (The inside of the Bible had been carefully cut and hollowed out.) The sound is terrible and the tell-tale wire antennae probably does not fool our dormitory dean – a kindly gentleman whom I respect very much. On the radio we listen to the Beatles and also the Rolling Stones. We only listen to LM radio. Teachers and parents mostly don’t like that station, but we love it.  Continue reading

Windows No 3: Matric year at Sedaven High School

End of an era

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Windows No 2: Prickly Pears and Tumbling Wheelbarrows


Dr Paul reminisces about manual labor and other aspects of  Seventh-day Adventist Education in the early years.


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High school

It is January 1960 when my dad and I drive up the narrow dirt track towards the Sedaven High School campus. The Floracadia dam lies on the left side of the track. When we go around the curve in the road we see the name SEDAVEN written in huge letters on the face of the mountain. The school is now just nine years old. I am thirteen and now in the South African Standard 6 (Grade 8 in the US)

We arrive on campus and the first person we see is a tall man in blue overalls working on the road. My dad comments that it is strange to find a white man working on the road like a common laborer on a Sunday morning. Continue reading Windows No 2: Prickly Pears and Tumbling Wheelbarrows

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Windows No 1: My One-Teacher School

Dr Paul Coetser remembers his first experiences with Adventist Education: A One-teacher school in Potchefstroom, South Africa


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It is the year 1955. I am 9 years old and travel to my one-teacher school by bus everyday. Mostly I read books from the school library but the shaking bus makes it difficult to focus.

In the back of the bus

On the back seats of the bus are a group of boisterous high-schoolers from the English high school in town. Sometimes I glance back and see boys and girls sitting close to or on top of one another with their hands under  one another’s clothes. I wonder what this is all about.

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Adventist Mission

Adventist Mission

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                 This is my message!

The Seventh-day Adventist Church is a mission driven church! The origin and driving power of the Church’s mission endeavors is the command of Jesus Christ to proclaim ‘this gospel’ to all the people of this world and the concomitant instruction in Revelation 14 to proclaim the messages of the three angels …

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