Peter Alfred Martensz

My papa

Papa you always had my heart not because I was the apple of your eye,or the eldest and first grandaughter,but just because u loved me unconditionally,I would love spending all day chatting with you just holding your hand facing you just so u could read my lips,buy you your sweets and hugerum buggerum hated your squeezes on my cheeks they hurt you know papa ! You taught me how to make the best parathas and rice puddings but most of all I miss you telling me off and the cuddles


A gallery of the fondest memories captured throughout the years. Relive those cherished moments in time or add your special memories of Peter to the gallery.

  • Family was his life

    - Maria

  • Me and my papa

    - Maria