Sunday, August 11, 2019

de Villiers

I have been researching my Mothers ancestors, her mother was born a de Villiers whose forefathers came to the Cape as part of the French Huguenots, here is some information on the de Villiers wine
The de Villiers family of ancient Franco- Norman descent defended and saved Europe against the Saracen invasion in 778 A.D. together with the last Emperor of the Holy Roman Empire Charlemagne.

At the end of the eleventh century 1096 A.D. They embarked on the first Holy Crusade in defense of their faith and quest for land where they conquered Palestine, Lebanon and Syria from whence their coat of arms originates. (Note the curved scimitar on top of the coat of arms).
Three Centuries later the Crusaders were driven from the Holy Land, however it is reputed that Jean de Villiers the Grand master of Acron and First Grand Master of Crete of the order of St. John of Jerusalem took with him certain vine cuttings the Noble Syrah (Shiraz) red grape which came from Syria (originally from ancient Babylonia) and the white cultivar chardonnay which originates from Lebanon.

Hence these noble cultivars were introduced to the European wine regions and subsequently world-wide.

In 1688 the de Villiers Vignerons fled France from persecution to retain man’s God given rights of religious freedom independence and the pursuit of happiness.
The de Villiers family arrived at the Cape of Good Hope South Africa in 1689 in defense of their faith and quest for land and introduced their firsthand knowledge and experience in the art of winemaking to South Africa more than three centuries ago. They were the first Pioneers arriving in South Africa with wine making knowledge and skills hence the south African wine industry was born.

For more than Three Hundred years the forefathers of “de Villiers wines” were the proud owners and cultivated world renowned wine estates such as “la bri”, ”de Leeuwenjaght”, “Lekkerwijn”, ”Boschendal”, ”Coetzenburg”, “Zonnebloem”, ”Babylonstoren”, ”Zorgvliet”, ”Bethlehem”, ”la Provence”, ”Hondswijk”, ”Estherdal”, ”de Goede Hoop” and “Nantes”.

The three de Villiers brothers were the only pioneers arriving at the Cape of Good Hope with a letter of recommendation from the Heeren Sewentien in May 1689, of the Dutch east India company at that time the biggest mercantile company in the world informing Simon van der Stel; the Governor of the Cape, that the brothers Pierre, Abraham and Jacques de Villiers had a good knowledge of viticulture and that he should assist them on their arrival.

“Ideal climate-Unique terroirs-Choicest vineyards-Superior wines.”

In 1770 fortified sweet wine was shipped via the Dutch east India company to Hong Kong Beijing and Shang Hai-China Malaysia and Singapore. There the wine was traded for exotic Chinese silk crockery and pottery and it is reputed an oak barrel of cape Muscatel was presented as a gift to the Chinese emperor Qianlong of the Qing dynasty to the Court at the Forbidden City in Beijing 1795, by Isaac Titsingh representative of the Dutch Embassy to celebrate the 60th anniversary of the Qianlong Emperor’s reign.

In 1805 Vignerons began to export fortified wine and brandy to Great Britain and her dominions.
From 1812 a barrel of sweet wine was sent to the island of St. Helena every year to the Emperor Napoleon Bonaparte and his aide de camp First Lieutenant Yon(the only French companion allowed during his banishment) until his death. It was reputed to be Napoleon’s favourite wine! Still unto today 200 years later, de Villiers Wines of the Cape exports wines to Dean Yon Weinimporte via Hanover to European Wine merchant and direct descendant of First Lieutenant Yon.
 In 1867 under their flagship “Paarl Rock Brandy” and other fortified wines they were of the first distributors to the diamond fields of Kimberley to the various towns of the Orange-Free-State and in 1873 further north to Pretoria and the goldfields of Johannesburg: the Zuid-Afrikaanse Republiek (Z.A.R -South African republic known as the Transvaal/Gauteng).

The present.

The continuation and fruition of these principles and more than three-hundred year old tradition is perpetuated by our Company today.

Villiers de Villiers the tenth generation in South Africa and present shareholder and brand Ambassador of the Company himself once a Vigneron for twenty years in the Paarl wine region.
Today “de Villiers Wines “under the personal supervision of Mr. de Villiers, personally tastes, selects and blends hand chosen grapes from the Choicest Vineyards with their Unique Terroirs culminating into a Superb Quality range of wines which also offers exceptional value to satisfy all the needs of the discerning customer under the flagship National and International brand-names “de Villiers wines” comprising three ranges : the normal superior-quality-value de Villiers Range the superb de Villiers Reserve range as well as the Dutch “Heeren Van Oranje-Nassau range.”

 The company’s head office is situated in Paarl – in the heart of the cape wine lands of the Western Cape region

Sunday, March 03, 2019

DNA - My Heritage

So about a year ago, Em and I did our DNA tests and got the results, which to me were a bit of a shock as I always thought that I had Scottish and Irish DNA and a lot of French from my mothers side.   I still don't know how these things work but it turned out I have:

English                                                     71% (No Irish, Scottish or Welsh, just English)
North and Western Europe                    10.1% Includes French, German, Dutch
Italian                                                      9.4% 
Ashkenazi Jewish                                      4% Who even knew that was a thing
North African                                          3.6%
West African                                            1.9%  And no they didn't know I was born in South Africa

The best comment I got from People was - "So you don't have ANY South African DNA" (Ugghhh Facepalm emoticon here) .... lol

Among my mothers stuff from when she passed away, were a lot of family photographs, which I have managed to find out who the people in the photos were, which is absolutely amazing, I will include that in a new post. 

I do recommend getting your DNA done because it is amazing how much you find out about yourself and your family! 


Tuesday, January 01, 2019

Happy New Year 2019

What a year 2018 was, I discovered so much about my Family History and D's Family History by doing our DNA.

I've spoken to 2nd cousins I never knew existed and to D's 2nd Cousins too.   I'm still not 100% sure I have my father's family tree correct, but we can only hope.

I have learnt some really interesting stuff about my tree and discovered who those people in the old black & white photo's that my mother had among her belongings when she passed away!

It has become so interesting, especially when there are famous people among my family tree, but I will add all that information here. 

Sunday, November 11, 2018

Harold (James) Kemp - WW1 Veteran

Armistice day 2018 - 100 years since the end of WW1

My father was 68 when I was born, he was Harold James Kemp born in 1896 in England (I think), he moved to South Africa between 1911 and 1914 as he fought in the 1st World War on the South African Infantry side, I guess because South Africa was a British Colony after the Anglo Boer war, it would have been very easy for British people to emigrate to South Africa in those days.

According to the Military records that I acquired from the South African Military record department in Pretoria, he first signed up for the Military in 1914 (24.10.1914), his military record says, he was enrolled as a Trooper in Regiment No4 Troop - and then on the 16.11.1914 was transferred to the Machine Gun Section.

Date Month Year Date Comments:
24 10 1914 16.11.1914 Pte #159 1st Military Rifles Enrolment
17 11 1914 23.6.1915 Pte #131  1st Military Machine Guns
23 6 1915
4 7 1917 Left Zomba for Union 
16 7 1917 Arrived at Potchefstroom Military Hospital 
18 7 1917 Pochefstroom Military Hospital - Malaria
19 7 1917 Pochefstroom Military Hospital - Malaria
27 7 1917 Robert Heights Nr 4 Gen Hospital - Malaria
8 9 1917 Robert Heights Nr 4 Gen Hospital - Malaria
10 09 1917 9.10.1917 Granted leave 
26 09 1917 Taken on Strength
9 10 1917 Discharged at Roberts Heights -Permanently unfit for service in G.E.A. Address c/o  Mrs Hall 135a Jules Street, Johannesburg
17 10 1917 Disability / Casualty - Roberts Heights Nr. 4 Gen
25 10 1917 Reported in from Hospital
26 10 1917 Disability / Casualty - Roberts Heights Nr. 4 Gen - Discharged to duty. 
17 11 1917 Acting Corporal
02 12 1917 Left Roberts Heights (Voortrekker Hoogte) for Beira (Mozambique)  on route to Nyasaland (Malawi)
14 12 1917 Ceased to hold acting rank
16 1 1918 Left Zomba for Union 
16 2 1918 Left Zomba(Malawi) and was admitted to Hospital
17 02 1918 Disability / Casualty - Roberts Heights Nr. 4 Gen
07 03 1918 Disability / Casualty - Roberts Heights Nr. 4 Gen
13 03 1918 Disability / Casualty - Roberts Heights Nr. 4 Gen
16 03 1918 15.04.1918 Granted leave E. London
04 04 1918 Disability / Casualty - Roberts Heights Nr. 4 Gen - Eyesight
15 04 1918 Failed to report at Robert Heights after expiration of leave
17 04 1918 Returned to Duty
17 04 1918 Reported in from Hospital 
24 4 1918 Left Roberts Heights (Voortrekker Hoogte) for Beira (Mozambique)  on route to Nyasaland (Malawi) by sail
21 05 1918 Left for Fort Johnstone 
24 05 1918 Reported into camp (Zomba) from Fort Johnstone (Malawi) 
26 05 1918 Left for Fort Johnstone 
27 05 1918 Left for Fort Johnstone 
30 05 1918 Reported into camp (Zomba) from Fort Johnstone (Malawi) 
31 05 1918 Left for Fort Johnstone 
15 07 1918 Arrived at Zombafrom Fort Johnston
15 07 1918 Reported into camp (Zomba) from Fort Johnstone (Malawi) 
17 07 1918 Left for Duty Fort Johnstone
09 08 1918 Appointed Mechanic - Zomba
28 09 1918 Reported into camp (Zomba) from Fort Johnstone (Malawi) 
30 09 1918 Arrived in Zombafrom Fort Johnstone
14 10 1918 Reported into camp (Zomba) from Fort Johnstone (Malawi) 
03 12 1918 Left Zomba (Malawi) for Salsbury (Rhodesia) on Special Duty
08 12 1918 Arrived in Zomba ex Limbe
10 01 1919 Left Limbe (Malawi)
18 01 1919 Arrived Roberts Heights
22 01 1919 Declared an Absentee
28 01 1919 Returned
29 01 1919 Disability / Casualty - Roberts Heights Nr. 4 Gen - Malaria
30 01 1919 Declared an Absentee - Address Hamma House Buenos Aires
02 02 1919 Declared an Absentee - Address Hamma House Buenos Aires
15 02 1919 Robert Heights - Nr 4 Gen Hospital Discharged 30 days under "C"
15 2 1919 Arrived at Phe and Eaton
17 02 1919 Decared an absentee - Discharged
17 2 1919 16.04.1919 Dischared on demobilization and granted leave - Destination Cape Town
16 04 1919 Discharged at Roberts Heights on Demob - Address Poste Restante Cape Town
20 2 1922 Poste Restante Durban

This photo was taken in Zomba, Nyasaland (current day Malawi) in 1917 - He is the man in the middle.

After the WW1 he married his 1st wife in 1919 and they had a daughter in May, 1920, sometime in the 1920's he moved to Australia, I am not sure how long he was in Australia for but then moved back to South Africa at some stage. Him and his wife Grace Caroline Kemp (nee Metcalfe) divorce in 1947. He then remarried to an ELUNED KEMP (BORN RAYNER), and they divorced in 1956 when he married my mother Ann Kemp (Born Anna Johanna Marais), they married in December, 1956 in Mbabane Swaziland, and were together up until his death in 1991.

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Sunday, September 24, 2017

Tobries / Tobies Ridgeway

Does anyone remember the pub Tobries or Toby's in Ridgeway in the South of Johannesburg?  I remember back in the day when I was working for Metro Cash & Carry, probably about 1989, it was our local hangout from work.

There were a few places in the South that were good, and mostly Tobries was good because of the music.   Shaun Liebenberg who was also ex Hill High would play his music there every Friday and Saturday night.   A brilliant guitarist and singer and I became a groupie.

Shaun was married to another ex Hill High pupil Beverley who lived up the road from us, one of the most beautiful girls I have ever known both inside and out.   Tragically Shaun and Beverley were killed in a car accident on the 14th of July, 2001 coming home from a gig.   Not long after we left South Africa.

I always believed that when Shaun sage "Kiss from a Rose" by Seal he was singing it just for me. 

We frequented Tobries from about 1989 until about 1992 when it just went downhill from then on.  It was a great pub and you would always bump into someone you knew there.

I do believe I was even kicked out of the pub one night, some friends and I were playing a sambuca game with black sambuc and we ended up setting the table on fire.

I could tell you a hundred stories from Tobries, but I think we will leave it there for now.

Saturday, September 23, 2017

Commune parties in Jo'burgs Northern Suburbs

I think it must have been around 1987 or so, I was living in Randburg in a cottage and there were lots of young 20 somethings in the area sharing houses or as we called them "communes".  

A lot of the guys who rented these houses would have commune parties to help pay the rent, a commune party was an open house party, some charged entrance fee and sold booze, where as others had free entry and sold booze.   The booze was cheap, the music was loud and there was loads of fun. 

I do however rememer one night I think it was a party on Republic road or somewhere around there, the neighbors got really upset and you can't blame them.   The police would be called, they would come and tell them to turn the music down, but as soon as they were gone, the music would go up again!  This particular night the neighbor took matters into his own hands and threw a canister of tear gas over the wall.

It was the first time I had experienced tear gas, and I remember running with my friends to the garage over the road and splashing water on our faces, only for someone to tell as after that, that is the worst thing you can do.   I don't remember what happened after but it is possible we went to Bimbo's for a schwarma, we often did that after leaving Smugglers on a Friday night on our way home, more often than not still with a glass of wine or a beer taken from the pub.

There were so many communes in those days, a lot of times run by varsity students and needing to make some money for the electricity or some other utility.  I do remember going to these commune parties in Illovo, Parktown, Sandton, Rosebank and more often than not these were beautiful old houses, that by the time the students left were asolutely wrecked.

I'd love to hear your memories on commune parties round the late 80's early 90's.

Monday, September 11, 2017

Childhood Memories #1 - Green Mielies Missie

I was just telling someone here in the office about a childhood memory, I think it was round the autumn time but I could be wrong, when the local ladies with their big bag of "Green Mielies" would come walking past the house, shouting "Green Mielies Missie" at the top of their voices, and we would come running out to select our sweet corn, from their big hessian bag.

Those were the days!  

Saturday, September 09, 2017

Facebook School Friends

Barely 20 years ago the only way you had to stay in touch with your school friends was if you still lived in the area and you were in contact with these friends from the time you left school.

The first time I had access to the World wide web was probably when I worked at the SABC back in 1996, the first thing I remember doing was looking for old friends, and at that stage there was a site called SAreunited, where I managed to get in touch with some old school friends.

Welcome 2004 and the birth of Facebook, which is now 13 years ago and has made Mark Zuckerburg into a multi billionaire.   I must say Facebook has been the most wonderful internet web site to find old friends that had moved away and you had lost touch with.   I always consider someone a friend regardless of what has happened in the past, however when my husband started using facebook he did make me realize that Facebook is not always "real".

He would say, this guy couldn't give me the time of day at school, so why does he want to be my friend on Facebook?   and I realized, yea a whole heap of my "facebook friends" didn't want to know me at school, in some cases they bullied me.

A lot of people will only post good stuff on Facebook, they never tell you about the hardships they have been through, and I guess people don't really want to know.   For instance, you don't want to know that the guy in your class you thought was so nice, actually beat up his girlfriend. 

And if you are destitute, don't ask for help from your facebook friends, because they wouldn't give you brass farthing.    I sometimes wonder why I keep up my profile on Facebook, but I guess it is like anything you don't want to lose touch again with those you have found, but is it really that important?

Are we just nosey individuals wanting to know about everyone's lives?  And do we really know the people we make friends with?  .... I don't think so!!!!   I have proved this, I created a ficticious Facebook profile, with a ficticious name but with Genuine schools and universities, I then requessted about 100 people to become my friend, I even had a profile photo - only 1 person out of all of them asked the question - "Where do you know me from?", the rest just blindly accepted my friend request!   So here I am a complete stranger to you, and yet you are sharing all your personal information with me, not very safe is it!

So I guess now you will be a lot more careful on who you choose to be Facebook Friends with!  Right?

Sunday, June 12, 2016

The Citizen Band Radio Era in Johannesburg ... 1977 ... 80 onwards

I think it was 1980 or it could have been 1979 when I first got my CB Radio, Citizen Band Radio for those novices who don't know what it is.

With the Movie "Smokey and the Bandit" on circuit in 1977 there were those people in South Africa who had Ham Radio's which back in the 70's was an expensive hobby, the CB radio would have been a cheaper version on Ham Radio and would not have had the capacity to reach destinations as far a field as the Ham Radio.


CB Radio was a phase that all the kids in the South went through, we all had our own radio's that we could put in our car or friends car and then go driving round the streets and "eyeball" other CB radio people.  It had it's own Language, and it was so cool to be able to spell out using the NATO phonetic Alphabet so for instance, we needed a licence for your CB Radio and mine was ZRAM3498 and if anyone asked me what my licence number was I would call it out as "Zulu, Romeo, Alpha, Mike - 3 - 4 - 9 - 8".

My friend C was probably the first person I knew with a CB Radio and when she got it we all sat around deciding what our "handles" would be - She was "Twinkle Toes", Carol was "Golden Earning" after the band, so we decided I would be "Kiss" after another Rock Bank of the 70's.

I met some really nice people over the CB Radio and for the life of me I can't remember their handles, there was "Michael Van Wyk" who lived in La Rochelle - he went to Help Mekaar hoerskool and drove a Brown Datsun, with his CB licence number in big letters on the back of his window.   Although he was dating me, I think I was being cheated on with "Silver Leaf".

Then there was Ivan or "Stretch" I think his handle was, who introduced me to "Dubba & Audrey", lovely poeple.  And I met Clifford who was very much into his electronics and put up my arial at home for me, mostly so that I could talk to him because there was a lot of static interference between his house and mine.

I don't remember when the whole CB radio died out, but it did!  probably when we all started "jolling" and going to night clubs and not worrying about talking to someone 24 hours a day, I guess in those days it was our kind of cell phone.

The Good Old Days.

Johannesburg and The Hill High School ...

Although I attended The Hill High School in the Apartheid Era, of course which we were very ignorant about "Apartheid", did not even know the word.   I feel privileged to have had the upbringing in the South of Johannesburg and attended this school.

In South Africa in the "White" areas, we had "English speaking" schools, where English was the first language that you were taught in, and "Afrikaans" was a 2nd language that you had to learn, due to the fact that the "Boer" Government was "Afrikaans" and run by the Dutch Reformed church.  There were also Afrikaans speaking schools, that were very strict and every subject except of course English was taught in the Afrikaans language.


There was the "South" side of Johannesburg, which consisted of area's like Rosettenville, The Hill, Linmeyer, Oakdene, Glenvista, Townsview, Forest Hill, Turffontein and many others.  The South side was always looked upon as the "Poor" side of Johannesburg and the older working class, it was also close to the Western suburbs mining towns like Roodepoort etc.

And the the North would have been more upmarket bigger houses with bigger grounds, it incorporated wealthier suburbs such us Parktown, Rosebank, Hyde Park, Craighall Park, Illovo, Melrose and many other suburbs.

Living in the South you did not venture over to the North that much!

So getting back to the South and the Hill High School, The South was like a melting pot of all different nationalities, thinking back on it now it was a bit like a multi-national school, we had kids who were foreign nationals and some who were first generation South African, almost every single child was from parents who each would have come from different nationalities.

To list bit a few here, there were children whose parents would have come from Portugal and then those that would have been refugee's from the war in Mozambique.  Majority of Portuguese as well as Greek and Italian would have gone to a government or private school and then after school they would have attended a few hours at the relevent country schools e.g. Portugese School which was held in Rosettenville I cannot remember the name now but will find it out!  So most of these kids would also not really date outside of their culture and would end up marrying into the culture.

Whereas for example with myself, my father was born in Austalia, so we believe but would have come from mixed Irish / Scottish protestant parents.  My mother was born to a father and mother who were both of French descent "Marais & De Villiers" but would also have been of mixed origion somewhere along the line, I think on my Mother's side there was some Dutch mixed in as well. 

So the Nations in our school were all very mixed, French, Dutch, Irish, British, Scottish, Hungarian, Polish, Lebanese, Portugese, Spanish, Italian, Greek, Chinese, Mauritian, Afrikaans, Canadian and that is probably naming a few, at Hill High we came from all walks of life, Poor, Rich, Orphaned, many many single parents, and a lot of divorced parents who were re-married.  Some parents were very young and some like mine pretty old.   And of course from various different Suburbs, South Hills, The Hill, Rosettenville, Rewlatch, Regents Park, Linmeyer, Oakdene, La Rochelle and various other suburbs.

In Standard 6, I was in probably one of the worst behaved classes in the whole school, Ms Harvey was our school teacher and she was strict, so strict that she did not hesitate to give us detenetion.  One day she gave us detention, locked us all in the classroom and then went home, she apparently fell asleep and did not get back to the school before 6, by which time most of the kids had climbed out of the class room windows (including myself) and had gone home.

In the year I started we had 11 classes of Std 6 and almost 40 students in each class - that was a record number of over 400 standard 6 students - in total in the school there were about 1,800 of us.

A lot of kids looked like they had crossed the colour line somewhere a long the line and many would have been re-classified in an instant were the government that hell bent on colour.  But I think in majority of cases they just turned a blind eye.

The Hill was a very disciplined school, with lots of Rules - which a lot of kids were just hell bent on seeing how many rules they could break.  The guys wore striped ties and would put a mark on the back in pen whenever they received a "cut" from the principal.  A cut was performed with a long think cane.

There were quite a few incidents at school with Drugs, violence, gang fights, a lot of kids were expelled, in most cases kids that were expelled either ended up at Forest High, Damelin or those that were just not able to conform ended up in Boys Town which was like a kind of reformatory.

Teachers:

Well where do I start there were those teachers that came to the school and just stayed there until they retired ... Mr Tobias, Miss Katz, Ms Teper, Mr Krueger, Ms Sacks, with some of us they taught our parents and probably more recently our grandparents.  But they were Good teachers and they had a calling.  Not like some of the teachers today!

Wow I have rambled on about School and probably not even touched the surface of some of the wonderful moments we had at school and of course some of the really bad times, but I will save those for future posts. 





Friday, June 10, 2016

David's Blog about the Communal House Scene in Johannesburg during the 1970's....

So I received a comment by email from my "Other" blog, David who lives in Oz now and previously live in South Africa during the 70's.  Here is the comment:

Do you want to link to my Blog about the communal house scene in Johannesburg between 1975 and 1978?
It would be nice to do so from your Blog "It's My Life" since I read a very interesting article about people's memories about growing up there in the 1970's.
Here is the link:
http://thetyroneyearsjohannesburg1975to1978.blogspot.com.au/

So David I have linked it under "Blogs I follow" let me know if there is somewhere else you would like me to put it. 

It's quite interesting reading an expat's perspective on life in "Apartheid" South Africa, it's a fresh view on how things actually were.   Having been born in South Africa and growing up, you just never questioned anything that was going on, and of course there was a ban on broadcasting or writing anything that was happening in the country, so most of the time only the people overseas knew what was happening and not us.

My Kiwi Director, tells me how they learnt about South African history in New Zealand, which seemed a bit odd, and of course they would learn it in a totally different view to how we would have learned it. 

I was brought up by English speaking parents and of course my father was born in "Australia", so even though we had a maid living in the back room, she was treated with respect and dignity and especially as our parents would have been around from before "Apartheid" was introduced into South Africa.  In fact my "other mum" as I call her, is the first person on my list to visit whenever I return to South Africa.

I started off wanting to post about Communes, but it turned into more of a racial post, so I will have to create another post about communes. 

Friday, October 02, 2015

Friday Night Disco at St. Mary's Home Rosettenville

Almost 40 years since I attending the Disco at St. Mary's Home in Rosettenville, but this morning I was listening to a song by the Bee Gee's and it was the first thing that came to mind.   Did any of you attend those disco's?  Would love to hear your memories?

Sunday, June 14, 2015

Bring Back the Past ... #91.9 FM

A few weeks ago a friend had a post on Facebook, how amazing is Facebook I wouldn't know half the sh!t I do if it wasn't for Mr. Mark Zuckerberg.  Anyway to get back to the Post, she was listening to a new Rock station in South Africa called Hot 91.9 FM so I followed the link and decided to listen, well what a blast from the past, all our old DJ's for Radio 5 in the 80's and 90's - Kevin Savage, Sasha Martaningo, Jeremy Mansfield etc. so definitely worth a listen.  I really need one of those Radios that picks up the internet ... on my Christmas wish list :)


It's probably the same kind of thrill our parents got when listening to "Call back the Past" on a sunday afternoon on Radio Highveld back in the 60's and 70's.

Friday, June 12, 2015

Call Back the Past ... #2 Ginger and spices and all things nice



Call back the Past ... #1 Polish

 
 
This picture was posted on Facebook today under one of the South African pages, and I was just thinking how it made me think of the smell and also of the house boys that worked in the apartment blocks in the 70's and probably before.  The all wore a uniform of either blue or khaki shorts and a top, most of them had long ears with those big earnings in them.
 
I remember seeing them at an apartment block in Linmeyer as well, and seeing them polishing the steps in the sun, I think it was easier to polish those steps when they were warm.
 
Does anyone else remember that?

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

The Hill High School (1977 - 1981)

I haven't blogged for a while, but I was just reading over some of my comments and thought, I really should post some more of my nostalgic memories here! 

So where better to start then the place we got some of our Grounding ... or did we!?

Coming from a really strict Junior School (Highveld Primary) which had about 720 - 800 pupils, we were fairly disciplined, although if you compared it to the Afrikaans schools you would have said that we had no discipline at all. 

In Highveld we had three classes in each standard with approximately 30 students in each class.   Our first year in High School 1977 and we were practically bursting at the seams classes 6A - 6K or was it L, some with almost 40 students in a class, almost 12 classes of standard 6's.

So put a bunch of teenagers together from all walks of life, including a lot of new foreigners who were not used to the staunch Afrikaans government and ways of life in South Africa and what do you get .... Chaos!

When attending a Government School in Jo'burg you had to live in a certain radius of the school to attend it, with Primary Schools the radius was of course smaller as the schools were smaller, with High School this opened up to a wider radius.  So whereas in Primary School most of the kids came from Linmeyer, The Hill, Oakdene and the closer areas of Rosettenville - in High School because there were so few English speaking High Schools, this extended as far as South Hills, Regents Park, Rosettenville proper, all of The Hill and other areas too.  So lets say kids from about 6 different Primary Schools Highveld, Rewlatch, Regents Park, Rosettenville Primary, Townsview Primary, South Hills Primary attending 1 High School - of course not everyone would have gone to Hill, there were those fortunate enough to be sent to Private schools, but either way it was a lot of kids.

Depending on what additional subjects you chose going into High School, depended on what class you would end up in.  I chose "Art" and "Accountancy" as additional subjects and was put in "6G" with Ms Harvey as my main teacher. 

There weren't many Highveld Students in my Standard 6 class in High School, but then again there were so many students, I don't really remember who was in my class.  I do remember it was a very unruly bunch and if you couldn't beat them you had to join them.   There were a number of students who were repeating the year that were in our class.

"What I remember from Standard 6 in 1977"

Spending a lot of time in Detention, sometimes with the whole class and sometimes just me, the prefects seem to pick on the Std 6's and you were then sent to the library for an hours detention, and instead of being allowed to do your homework you had to either write out lines, or write stupid essays about "the inside of a ping pong ball" which had to be no less than 1000 words.

Joanne Botha and Luis San Emeterio - Joanne and Luis were dating and I only found that out because I fancied Luis and used to annoy him to try and get his attention.  I soon became good friends with both of them.  Luis was so talented, he played the Guitar and the drums and could sing like an Angel.  I remember staying after school one day while he played and sang "Charlie" which was a hit by Rabbitt  at the time. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D77djVZdUHc - Sadly Joanne and Luis were killed in 1979 in a car accident, but that is a whole other story.

Our class teacher was very brave teaching us about contraception when very few of us even knew about the facts of life at that stage.

Being sent to the principals office for dropping a "stink bomb" on the corridor and remembering how Fino took the blame for me. 

Going on my first chaperoned date with Malcolm Messias, we went to a restaurant in Hilbrow, he was also my first real kiss - after leaving school and starting to work he took me out for lunch to tell me he was Gay!  Was a bit shocked but I was never into him so never really mattered.  God rest his soul.

Going down to the rugby field after school to watch a fight between C and Ingrid, but by the time we arrived, fight was over and C was washing out blood from under her nails.  And all over a BOY!!!  Ingrid came out worse with a dislocated back and scratches, and it was the last day of school! *Cat Fight* - C is so embarrassed about it would not tell anyone and pretends her past did not exist, hates being reminded of anything - hey get over it, it's part of your character if you can look back and laugh about it!

That story reminded me of my other BFF Morag, we knew each other from the age of 3, lived in the same street and saw each other at least 6 days of the week.  What a wonderful soul she was, I though my parents were strict until I met hers.  I do miss Morag so much, sadly she passed away in 1991.

Teachers - Oh wow, Mr Liversage what a hunk!  (Sadly he too has passed on) - he was the industrial Arts teacher, most of us girls wished we could do Industrial Arts but alas it was not to be.  Although I do remember one period that the teacher was off sick and when that happened you had to go to a substitute class, the girls were sent to one place and the boys to another, but I went with the boys!  I was not very popular with the girls after that, but it was because Nemo and I were working on something.

To be continued ...






Saturday, March 08, 2014

Johannesburg 1895


This photo was taken almost 120 years ago, where you can see the tall buildings is where Barclays Bank was located where I worked about 87 years after the photo was taken.


Sunday, February 02, 2014

Trevor Noah

We went to see Trevor Noah at Vicar Street in Dublin on Friday night, I had booked the tickets months ago and was looking forward to the show.  However, the closer it got to Friday, the more I was actually not looking forward to it as I thought it would just be his old stuff and stuff I had watched on Youtube. 

Well I was pleasantly surprised, Trevor works with his audience and his recent past situations to tell some very funny stories.  His first related to the weather in Dublin and the lack of sun, which I happened to discuss with a friend of mine when I was in London last week-end, it was too funny.  The Audience was so mixed, not only South Africans but Zimbabweans, Namibians, Botswanians, Zambians and Irish folks were there!

I first saw Trevor Noah in August 2009 and fell in love with his comedy, he is so good and on par with Riaad Moosa who we saw in Dublin a few years ago too.


I am going to try and upload a video I took.

The "Road House"

Which "Road House" do you remember?

It's nice to get together with other South Africans who lived in the same City as you growing up, the other night we started talking about Road houses, and trying to remember the names.

I remember my mom taking us to a Road House every now and again growing up, mainly for milkshakes.

Uncle Charlies in the South which was a big petrol station, also had a restaurant and Road House attached to it.

But seriously - when we were teenagers, growing up the worst date was being taken to a road house, but when a guy had a car it was all he could afford when he said he was taking you out for dinner.

Are there still road houses left in Johannesburg?

Okay so these are the Roadhouses I remember:


  • Uncle Charlies
  • Chicken Licken (close to Uncle Charlies)
  • Doll House on Louis Botha Avenue
  • Casablanca in Hilbrow
  • Cas Bar in Alberton
  • Americano Road House on Eloff Street Ext.
  • The one in Brackpan
  • The one opposite Smugglers in Randburg
  • The one down Hendrik Verwoerd Drive in Randburg - I think there were a few.
  • Another one in Alrode near Alberton


I don't think any of them made particularly good food worth remembering, but most of them had good milkshakes, although the best milk shake was the Blue Bubblegum milkshakes from Chicken Licken.

In the 70's and 80's Road houses just like Drive-Inn's were everywhere in the Jo'burg area, South, West, North and East of Jo'burg.

What great memories, I will have to do a post on the drive-inn's we frequented, now alas I don't think there are any left in Gauteng. 

Sunday, January 12, 2014

Coal Deliveries in the 70's

Winter in South Africa was not long, normally about 3 months if that - but it could get really cold.  Even though the day time temperatures in winter could be up in the high teens or early 20's at night it could drop down to below freezing.

Most house would have a coal stove, ours was in the lounge, and most of the time you could not feel the heat coming from it unless you were right next to it.  It looked almost exactly like this one:

I remember in our backyard behind the maid's room we had to brick coal bins built in.  In winter time Macphail Coal would come around with their big truck and deliver coal.  The guys who worked for them were native and I guess working with the coal they just looked blacker than anything I had seen before.

You would only ever see their white eyes, they would carry these huge hessian sacks full of coal and then empty them in the coal bin at the back of the house.  Our little dogs would always bark like bad at them.  I can still seem the coal men in my minds eye and I so wish I had a picture of them.

If you have a photograph from those days please contact me!  If I could draw I would draw the men and the truck, but unfortunately I was not gifted with the ability to draw. :) 

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