- published: 20 May 2017
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Oakdale is the name of several places:
Tug of war (also known as war of tug, tug o' war, tug war, rope war, rope pulling, or tugging war) is a sport that directly puts two teams against each other in a test of strength: teams pull on opposite ends of a rope, with the goal being to bring the rope a certain distance in one direction against the force of the opposing team's pull.
The Oxford English Dictionary says that the phrase "tug of war" originally meant "the decisive contest; the real struggle or tussle; a severe contest for supremacy". Only in the 19th century was it used as a term for an athletic contest between two teams who haul at the opposite ends of a rope.
The origins of tug of war are uncertain, but this sport was practised in ancient Egypt, Greece and China, where it was held in legend that the Sun and Moon played Tug of War over the light and darkness.
According to a Tang dynasty book, The Notes of Feng, tug of war, under the name "hook pulling" (牽鉤), was used by the military commander of the State of Chu during the Spring and Autumn Period (8th century BC to 5th century BC) to train warriors. During the Tang dynasty, Emperor Xuanzong of Tang promoted large-scale tug of war games, using ropes of up to 167 metres (548 ft) with shorter ropes attached, and more than 500 people on each end of the rope. Each side also had its own team of drummers to encourage the participants.
Die splinternuwe wêreldklas sportsentrum by die Hoër Landbouskool Oakdale word Woensdag 13 April amptelik ingewy. Suid-Kaap Forum het 'n paar Bulle van die skool gevra om die toerusting te demonstreer en die biokinetikus, Adriaan Jansen gee 'n kort verduideliking daarvan. Lees die volledige berig hier: http://bit.ly/1VxF6Hi
560 Oakdale vs Drostdy 2017 ** Tug of War ** Helderberg Rugby Club
The 2017 Oakdale Summerfest Grand Parade, taped from the Oakdale fire station.
Faca de ponta, peixeira
Pau na moleira, espingarda
Cano comprido estampido no ar
Clarão da espada afiada
A morte um dia há de chegar
Fogo cuspiu, labareda
Flora no mato, vereda
Prata boiando nas águas do luar
Clarão da espada afiada
A morte um dia há de chegar
Eu me criei no molhado
Areia e pedras do lado
Berço de uma sereia