Monday, September 10, 2012

The Stander Gang

The Stander Gang were a gang who were on the run in the early 80's for Robbing a bank, and did they not rent a house in the street behind us and live there quite happily for a few months until the Cops caught up with them.

I even remember walking past the house they rented on many occasions and seeing the sports cars in the driveway, little did we know.

Here is the story:   http://www.africacrime-mystery.co.za/books/fsac/chp20.htm

André Stander

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André Stander
Born
André Charles Stander

22 November 1946
Gauteng, South Africa
Died13 February 1984 (aged 37)
Known forBank robberies
Police career
BranchSouth African Police
DepartmentKempton Park CID
Service years1963–1980
RankCaptain
André Charles Stander (22 November 1946 – 13 February 1984) was a South African criminal and policeman. One of the most infamous bank robbers in South Africa's history, Stander was notorious for the audacious manner with which he carried out his crimes: he sometimes carried out the crime on his lunch break, often returning to the scene as an investigating officer.[1]
Stander was portrayed by American actor Thomas Jane in the 2003 film Stander.

Police career[edit]

The son of a prominent figure in the South African Prison Service, Major General Frans Stander, André was under pressure from an early age to pursue a career in law enforcement. He enrolled at the South African Police training college near Pretoria in 1963, graduating at the top of his class. Shortly afterwards he joined the Kempton Park criminal investigation department.[2]

Criminal activities[edit]

Robberies[edit]

Zonderwater prison
In 1977, Stander flew to Durban and robbed his first bank. Between 1977 and 1980, he is believed to have stolen nearly a hundred thousand rand.[2]
After robbing nearly 30 banks, Stander was arrested and sentenced to 75 years in prison on 6 May 1980.[1] However, since many of the charges in the sentence ran concurrently, he faced an actual sentence of 17 years.[3] Stander met Allan Heyl and Lee McCall at the Zonderwater maximum security prison.[1]

Motivation[edit]

After his first trial, Stander claimed that his disillusionment with police service stemmed from a prior incident when he and his fellow officers shot and killed over twenty unarmed black residents of Thembisa during the 1976 Soweto uprising. However, Stander was not present with the police contingent at Thembisa when the alleged shooting took place.[2]
Other accounts have suggested that Stander, who completed his national service in Angola during the South African Border War, may have also been bored with civilian life and craved the excitement afforded by a life of crime.[4]

Stander Gang[edit]

On 11 August 1983, Stander and McCall, along with five other inmates, were taken from its premises for a physiotherapy appointment. Once the prisoners were left alone with the physiotherapist, Stander and McCall overpowered her and escaped. The other prisoners refused to participate and stayed behind.[5]
Stander and McCall returned to Zonderwater on 31 October 1983, in order to spring Allan Heyl from the facility where he was taking a trade test. From that day until the end of January 1984, the three began robbing banks together, under the nom de guerre of the Stander Gang – a term coined by the news media.
McCall was killed on 30 January 1984, in a police raid on the gang's hide-out in Houghton Estate, Gauteng. Heyl fled to Greece, then England, then Spain, and eventually back to England, where he was caught, tried, and sentenced to nine years in prison for robbery and a related firearms charge. After serving his time in the UK, he was extradited back to South Africa where he was sentenced to a further 33 years in prison. Heyl was released on parole on 18 May 2005.
While police were closing in on McCall in South Africa, Stander had been in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, trying to arrange for the sale of the gang's recently purchased sailing yacht—the Lilly Rose—that they planned to use for their final getaway once they had acquired enough money.

Florida and death[edit]

While Stander remained in the United States, international arrest warrants and all points bulletins were issued for his arrest. Trying to make the best of the situation, Stander created the false identity of an Australian author named "Peter Harris" and forged a driver's license. Afterwards, he visited a used car lot and purchased a Ford Mustang from a dealer named Anthony Tomasello. On 10 February 1984, police pulled Stander over while he was driving and arrested him for driving an unregistered vehicle. Being relatively unknown to the American authorities at that time, Stander presented his false ID to the police, who recognized it as a forgery and subsequently seized it—adding driver's license forgery to his list of offenses—but believed his story about his identity and released him.
Once released on the same evening, Stander returned to the police impound lot where his seized Mustang was being kept, broke in and stole the car. On the following morning, Stander returned to the same used car lot where he had purchased the vehicle and asked the same dealer, Tomasello, to have the car re-painted in a different colour. However, Tomasello had just read about the Stander Gang in a local newspaper. He told Stander that he would help him, got his information, and as soon as Stander had left, Tomasello called his lawyer. On his lawyer's advice, Tomasello called the local police.[2]
Based on Tomasello's information, a police tactical unit surrounded the apartment that Stander had been using as a hideout, but Stander was not there. He had acquired a bicycle to use while his car was with Tomasello to be repainted. He had left the apartment on the bicycle and returned only after the police had surrounded it. As he unknowingly rode up to the apartment complex, officer Michael van Stetina—who had been posted on the perimeter—recognised Stander and attempted to stop him.
Stander tried to get away, but as Stetina prevented his escape a struggle for the officer's shotgun began. The gun discharged and Stander was hit; he fell onto the apartment complex's driveway, bleeding profusely. Stetina immediately radioed for an ambulance. Although officer Stetina tried to administer first aid, Stander's wounds were too extensive and he bled to death before an ambulance arrived.[2]

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Sometimes...

Sometimes a few special words can mean the world to someone, and can turn a day from being dull and sad to happy and interesting ... thank you for making my day! :)

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

SOMEDAY TO BE HAPPY IS TODAY




Live your dreams
A little each day.
They aren’t out of reach
Unless you fail to reach out.
Put off unimportant things
But don’t put off living.
Other things can wait,
Your happiness can’t,
If your life is to have purpose and meaning.
The “someday” to be happy is today.

Choose how to live your life.
Life isn’t decided for us
But by us.
Every action is a decision with consequences.
Choose wisely!
The reward should always
Be greater than the price.

Take time to play, but also to think.
Life can’t mean much without much thought.
To be where you want to be
Ask yourself questions, then take action.
So often we go with the flow
And become lost.
Don’t be led; be the leader of your life.

Stop waiting for happiness to happen
and get busy making it happen.
Work with what you have
And what you have will increase.
If one door is closed, open another;
Happiness often comes unexpected.
Watch what you aim for
Because your heart will follow.
Aim nowhere and you’ll go nowhere.
Aim high enough and you may touch the stars.
Aim to be happy
And you will do much more than just pass through life,
You’ll live it to the fullest……

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Poison

Your cruel device
Your blood like ice
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill
I want to love you, but I better not touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison runnin'thru my veins
You're poison, I don't want to break these chains
Your mouth, so hot
Your web, I'm caught
Your skin, so wet
Black lace on sweat
I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (And pins)
I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin (Deep in)
I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison runnin'thru my veins
You're poison, I don't want to break these chains
Poison
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill
I want to love you, but I better not touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison runnin'thru my veins
You're poison, I don't want to break these chains
Poison
I want to love you, but I better not touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison, yeah
I don't want to break these chains Poison, oh no
Runnin'deep inside my veins, Burnin'deep inside my veins
It's poison I don't want to break these chains

Friday, June 17, 2011

The Parlotones - Stars Fall Down




Trace my face while it's a happy face
When my smile fades I wanna remember this day
Passion killed by the comfort of time
I'm sorry if this makes you cry, but I have to speak my mind

Suck the colours from my eyes
When they lose their sparkle and forget to shine
Remember all the times you turned me down
I'm sorry if this hurts your heart but where's the spark, from the start?

Don't stop, don't stop
Nothing lasts forever soon we will be sober
So let's laugh, talk, tickle and taste till the stars fall down
The stars fall down

Embrace my reflection for a little while
For if I am to love I must try love myself
Cuddle with a cold corpse like frame
I'm sorry if my view of matrimony seems obscure, where's te fuel?

Don't stop, don't stop
Nothing lasts forever soon we will be
Sober, illuminated by the blood red sign
Let's rather lament on this starlight event

Dance, dance, dance naked under starlight
There's something about this glow that flows just right
Let's make tonight last forget about the past

So let's laugh, talk, tickle and taste till the stars fall down
The stars fall down

Don't stop, don't stop
Nothing lasts forever soon we will be
Sober, illuminated by the blood red sign

Let's fantasise before the real world comes
Crashing and colliding like lightning's angry temperament
Bubbling teenage love time will soon be up

Don't stop, don't stop
Nothing lasts forever soon we will be sober

Trace my face while it's a happy face
When my smile fades and I'm old and grey
All I'll have are these moments to retrace


Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Facebook

I have a few of my 'x's' on Facebook, but none that I would have had a full on relationship resulting in a bad break-up.  Some of them I dated a few times, I guess I was always after the one I couldn't have and also as soon as they were interested I would loose interest, I think it was all about the chase.

When I was 17 a friend of mine put an ad in the "Paratus Pret" for me, this was an army magazine and I guess it was the only reading material that some Army guys had while up on the border.  You see South Africa had conscription in those days, all white males were made to go to the army for 2 years when they finished school, or college or university.  I remember at school, in summer we would have assembly in the Quad and the principal calling all the guys who were turning 16 and they had to fill in their forms for the army.

Most guys dreaded it because you had heard so many stories about it.  Anyway to get back to to the reason for this post, (I'll have to do another post on the SA defense force) so I had this ad in the Paratus and within a few weeks of it being published I swear I had about 100 letters, I felt like a celebrity!  But of course I could not write to all of them, so those that enclosed a photograph and were nice looking, got put in one pile, those that sounded nice or had a nice handwriting got put in another pile, the Afrikaans letters or semi-Afrikaans went in another pile, and of course there were just those that you knew you were never going to answer.

Out of all the correspondence I had a letter from a guy called Dion.   Dion was in the Parabats in Tempe in Bloemfontein.  It was 1982 I had just stated working - anyway D would write occasionally but most of the time he would just phone.  It is so long ago now that I don't remember any of the conversations.  The things that do stick vividly in my mind, were D coming to my work to say hi, he would just drop in - I worked in a department at Barclays bank with about 20 other girls, D would pop in with his uniform on, he was 6ft 3 and good looking, and he would have to come to the pigeon hole, it was the reception area to ask for me.

It was almost quite prestigious having a boyfriend in the army and of course if they were good looking all the girls would be really envious.  That was round about the time that Iris at work got married and I needed a partner for the wedding, no wait that was a at the end of 1983 and I asked D to go with me - a whole story on it's own.

Then there was the time that D landed up in Jail in Bloemfontein, a whole group of them went to a farm looking to buy some marijuana from the locals, and of course they wouldn't sell it to them, so I think a scuffle broke out the cops were called and the guys landed up in Prison as it became a civil case.  I got a phone call from his mom and him and the next thing I was on a train down to Bloemfontein to see him, spent the day and took the train back that night.

Then I got a phone call from his mom when he was in the Military hospital @ Voortrekkerhoogte, they were supposed to be off to the border but D was on a trip of his own and landed up in the psychiatric ward at Voortrekkerhoogte.

Another time I remember was when my friend Mercia was in town from PE which would also have been 83/84 and she was staying at a hotel in Hilbrow, D met me there with a friend of his and we spent the night chatting and drinking and all ended up sleeping on the floor in her hotel room.


Sunday, February 27, 2011

Disco ... Disco Duck ... the under 18's

The other day they were discussing nightclubs on the radio here in Dublin, and because I have only been living here for 10 years, some of them are still around however most of them would be gone, and it got me thinking about nightclubs I used to go to when I was growing up.

I probably first started going to nightclubs at a very young age, some of them were Kiddies Disco's which were on a Saturday afternoon and sold no alcohol and were for kids under 18, two of these were "Plumb Crazy" and "Club Chicago" both in the center of Johannesburg.   They would start at around 1 in the afternoon and finish at 5 or 6, so that they could clean up for the over 18's to come through the doors at 7 the same night.  But it was 1977 and John Travolta was ruling the dance floor in Saturday night fever, then came Grease in 1978 and the whole 50's era was reborn with stove pipe jeans, greased back hair and wild teenagers.

We also used to go to "Tramps" at the Diplomat hotel, only during the week though because they would have free entry coupons in the Tonight section of The Star.

A lot of fights would break out at the Disco mainly because of the Gangs from the South and most of the time it was always over a girl.

However, most of the disco's we went to growing up were either at School, The Tennis club, the cricket club or various places where there was adult supervision.   Once I left school, there was a huge big City out there to explore and Johannesburg, Hilbrow, Braamfontein, Hyde Park and Randburg had an abundance of night clubs just waiting to be discovered.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

The early years

As far back as I can remember, I spent my pre-primary school at home with the maid, while my mother and father went off to work, my two older sisters were at school and I remember being very bored and getting up to loads of mischief. 
I started going to Sunday school creche at the age of 3 and we learnt all the bible stories, the Sunday we did moses in the bull rushes and made a basket out of some kind of play dough and moses was a jelly baby, well moses got eaten very quickly, even though he was covered in play dough.  Our Sunday school teacher was Heloise Louw, her husband was the local vetenarian and I think they only had one son Franscious, they may have had a daughter two.  There was another lady who used to help out and her name was Sheila.  In the cradle section of the Sunday school, I remember there being two other girls in the class with me - Morag Todd and Jill Hanekom, the weird thing is they have both passed away and both at a young age.  Jill was about 16 when her horse threw her off and Morag was 27 when she passed away.

I eventually started school at the age of 5 of couldn't wait to start, but I must admit I hated school, I loved the social aspect of school but that was about it. 

Grade 1 (1970) - My teachers name was Mrs Van Vuuren, she had been my eldest sisters Sisters standard 4 teacher so she knew me when I started.  I was late for my first day at school and wasn't dropped off by my mother as most of the grade 1 kids were, my eldest sister took me to my class.  The teacher asked me if I recognised anyone in the class and I recognised Jill from Sunday school, so she sat me next to Jill.  Our first day we were given thick wax crayons and we spent most of the day drawing, my mother had given me 5c to buy something from the tuck shop, in those days a packet of Simba Crisps cost 5c, but when I went to get my money it was gone.  It turned out Jill had taken my money and the teacher soon got it back, from that day on we were seperated and I think I sat next to Russell for the rest of the year.  Mr Higgs was the principal at the school.  This is the only year I received a school prize, I think I was either first or second in class.

Grade 2  (1971) - Mrs Buys, a red haired Afrikaner lady with a very bad temper and very very strict.  I only remember I hated her with a passion.  I happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time one break time and was accused of spitting on Sharon Steyn's head this tall girl who was in another class, as it happened the Standard 1 boys were throwing orange juice cartons into the dustbin, and some of the juice happened to go on her head. I ended up being told to go to the headmasters office, but in the end the prefect felt sorry for me and let me go back to class.  This is the only year I remember doing a school concert, we were butterflys in "Teddy Bears Picnic".

Standard 1 (1972) - Miss Ciglar - she was really nice, my first English teacher, she made learning fun.  However I did get into trouble in her class one day when I had an altecation with Morag, Morag was teasing me and grabbed a letter away from me that I had written and I ended up scratching her and she cried.  The first boy I spoke to socially was in my class Chris Larsen and he was leaving to move to Durban.  Miss Ciglar was not too strict, but if we were naughty she would hit us with a ruler.

Standard 2 (1973) - Miss Da Silva - Miss Da Silva was by far the most beautiful teacher I had had, she was Spanish and all the guys in I class loved her and so did the girls.  She was very strict though and used to hit the girls with a wooden spoon on their hands, so hard that it stung like hell and in winter it would hurt even more so because I hands were so cold.  Standard 2 was the last standard that we remained in the same class for all our subjects, this was also the year that the swimming pool was built and we got to learn how to swim.  Our swimming teacher was Mrs Prout Jones. 
Standard 3 (1974) - Ah, now who was the teacher was it Miss Fourie, I think so she was a lovely ditzy blonde lady who used to hit the guys and the girls on the backsides with a T bar ruler if they were naughty.  She was our main teacher and also took us for Afrikaans.  This is the year we used to move classes for different subjects and Mr Naude took us for Music, I was chosed to sing in the choir and we sang in an eistedford at the civic centre and also put on a play called the H.M.S. Pinafore.  Most of the standard 5 boys had the main parts in the show, Gavin, David etc. and the boys in our year were the sailors and the girls were the ladies in waiting.

Standard 4 (1975) - Was it Mrs Callaghan or O'Callaghan I remember she was an Afrikaans lady married to an Irishman.  Can't say I remember too much about this year.  My eldest sister matriculated this year and was Head Librarian at Hill High.

Standard 5 (1976) - Last year in Primary school, school was a jol, I was also a girl guide and we went on some awesome camps, one in particular was to Louis Trichardt in the middle of winter with 500 other girl guides from around South Africa, we had the Lazy Daze camp in Magaliesburg, I remember Cheryl & Elaine and Shirly all being on this camp, the girls and boys had seperate dorms and our Vice principal Mr. Walsh came with, we played volley ball by the pool and I ended up breaking my arm.   We had veld school and we went off to some god forsaken place called Delmas where an army major made us act like soldiers and camp out under the stars, there were 2 or 3 different schools on the camp.
I was in a fabulous class, the girls were all becoming really beautiful and the guys so good looking, I had the biggest crush on Marc who lived down the road from me, but he was not one bit interested in me.  I remember at our Standard 5 farewell party at the school, I was just dying to dance with him and I think I did.  The biggest song that year was "I hate the music" by John Paul Young.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Kelvin's email

Okay so first let me tell you a bit about Kelvin, Kelvin played a significant part in my life growing up, I first knew Kelvin from Sunday School albeit he was 3 years ahead of me.  He was at a private school and when I was 9 and best friends with Melanie, Kelvin at the time was best friends with Melanie's brother Brian and they were at Marist Brothers Linmeyer together.  So sometimes if I was round at Melanies house, who lived on the corner of Risin Avenue and Peter place, Kelvin would be there. 

Later on when I was in high school I started going to Y.P. at the church and playing badmington and became friends with Kelvin, anyway here is an email from Kelvin that I received after I sent him Anne's email.

Hi Rose

Although this was maybe a little over a decade before our time this was extremely interesting.


What really ( among the many here ) brought back memories was mention of the East African Pavilion restaurant and the old Empire movie house.

My dad used to take my mom and I out to supper here easily twice a month. Just park the car in Eloff St ( before it was changed into a buses only road ), walk around the corner into Bree St and you’ll pass the East African on the right. 40 years later and I can still remember their beef curry!

My folks used to take me to see movies galore in the evenings and I remember there was a ‘Carry On’ festival at the Empire where they showed a different Carry On movie every night of the week. The folks made sure we didn’t miss one! In 1969 they demolished the Empire and numerous surrounding buildings to make space for the Carlton Centre.


Keep well and all the best to you guys


Kelvin

Monday, July 31, 2006

Farewell Old Friend ...

Robert Laing
28 July 2006 07:14 

Johannesburg’s Top Star drive-in has closed after 48 years and will literally vanish without a trace over the next three years.Remember, without eternal vigilance, it can happen here.Joe Bob Briggs, the cult drive-in movie critic of Grapevine, Texas, concluded his reviews with a paragraph like that whenever a drive-in died to make room for a “six-screen indoor-bullstuff puke-plex”.The last flik I checked at the Top Star was Sweeney!, which www.imdb.com says came out in 1977.

Considering I haven’t been to the Top Star in nearly 30 years, I can’t claim to be filled with grief. Sweeney! was a film spin-off of a BBC series the SABC dubbed into Blitspatrollie. My parents were huge fans and wanted to see what the actors sounded like in their original cockney. The reason this movie stuck in my mind is it was cited as a major influence by cop-turned-bank-robber André Stander.
It never inspired me to do anything great.I’m no drive-in guy. I’ve never gotten my parents’ generation’s fetish about wanting to do everything in a car. Statistically, nearly everyone my age was conceived in the back of a car, invariably at a drive-in.As a kid, I couldn’t understand why eating out meant the White Pigeon Roadhouse where fine dining was a waiter clipping a tray on the driver’s door.

Going to the movies meant the drive-in. This involved a sordid business of hiding in the boot with a horde of other kids. This was partly to evade the age-restriction police, and also because it was before the days of charging a flat rate per car. Once word got around that a family was going to the drive-in, every brat in the neighbourhood invited him-or herself along. So to keep things affordable for pa, kids got sneaked past the ticket office in the boot.None of those 2 to 18 age restriction fliks had any ill effect on us six-year -olds.
Apartheid censors cut all the nudity out and we didn’t watch the violence. We were too busy running around spying on other kids getting conceived in the backs of cars.For those of you who mourn the Top Star, take consolation from its noble death.

Some say drive-ins declined because they abandoned their specialty low-budget skop, skiet en donner for mainstream block-blusters. The Top Star’s last picture show was Running Scared, which, from its imdb.com description, sounds like a cert for Joe Bob Briggs’s four out of four stars. The Motion Picture Association of America slapped an R-rating on it “for pervasive strong brutal violence and language, sexuality and drug content”.This flik met all four of Joe Bob’s criteria for an ace drive-in movie right there.

Furthermore, the Top Star did not die to make way for any “multi-screen barfo-plex”. Its new owner, JSE-listed DRDGold, expects to extract four tons of gold from the five million tons of yellow sand in its underlying mine dump. Clearing the mine dump will open valuable real-estate space in Selby.It is also likely to raise property prices in the southern suburbs which in the past were blighted by the fine dust from surrounding mine dumps. I’m sure Joe Bob would agree that far from being a “Communist Alert!”, the Top Star’s demise is a victory for capitalism.I have just one word for anyone who insists on getting weepy eyed over the Top Star: Velskoen.

The Velskoen is now Johannesburg’s sole surviving drive-in, probably giving this city one more drive-in than Grapevine, Texas, now has.Though columnist John Bloom still uses the pseudonym Joe Bob Briggs, he has long stopped writing in the persona of a redneck enthusing about R-rated zombie chainsaw-fu kak.

The datelines of his recent columns are New York rather than Grapevine and are stock liberal politics. His earlier drive-in reviews are very funny and can be read on the web at www.joebobbriggs.com.As someone who thinks the only good drive-in is one turned into a parking lot for a mall, preferably one with a Cinema Nouveau multiplex, I asked for comment from two people who might care -- Joe Bob Briggs and Jeremy “Ag pleez deddy won’t you take us to the drive-in” Taylor.Unfortunately, neither responded by deadline.
Taylor seems to be doing the Chicago folk circuit at the moment, and his United States agent Rich Ball sent me this: “Sorry to hear about the Drive-In.

We don’t have many of them left here either. Time was when fundamentalist preachers railed against them as dens of iniquity and passion pits. God has taken about half a century to answer their prayers. Well, God does move in mysterious ways ...”

Thursday, May 11, 2006

The 70's - Remember "Springbok Radio"

Sixteen men on a dead man's ship ... words from McCulley Workshops' best hit "The Buccaneer" - listening to Springbok Radio in the 70's, we were all very proud of South African music and it would be played over and over that most of the time you never even new that other music existed.

On Friday night round midnight David Gresham would do the Top 40 and we would all try and stay awake for it to find out who would be the Number 1 this week, but inevitabally we would fall asleep and have to wait until Saturday afternoon for a repeat of the show.

We had no TV in the early seventies so the radio was our only source of intertainment, and especially in winter when the only warm place in our cold house was between the sheets. The radio would be on just loud enough for us to hear it without mom & dad being able to hear it, else they would come and turn it off.

I remember also listening to the horror stories on "the destined hour" and having nightmares for weeks afterwards, especially the story of the little girl who picked a flower off someones grave and woke up the next day with scratch marks on her cheek. Then there was the story of the little girl who's stepmother hated her and let her play in an old fridge, the poor little girl eventually suffocated inside the fridge, but the kids toys got revenge, they found the stepmother strangled and the only fingerprints were those of the gollywog.


The week-ends had the best radio programms especially Friday and Sunday nights, Friday we had "Squad Cars" - " They prowl the empty street at night, waiting in fast cars ..."
Then Sunday nights would be "The men, from the ministry", "Father dear Father", "The Navy Lark" and "Test the team" oh yes and how could we forget Saturday afternoons with "forces favourites" with all our messages for the boys on the border.

Do you remember Tuesday nights, "consider your verdict" and how can we forget the afternoon programmes "The chappie chipmunk club" and "Jet Jungle", I can see all the characters of these shows in my minds eye, but now that Television is around you wonder what they would have looked like had they been Television shows and not Radio shows?

Monday, May 01, 2006

The Gangs of Jo'burg ... 70's and 80's


When I often tell people about the "gangs" we had while growing up in the South of Jo'burg they look at me in utter disbelief, so it's only if you were around at the time in the area would you be able to relate to this.

Yet to this day there are gangs ... the gangs we grew up with at school had the following names:

There was the "La Rochelle United" who as their name suggests hailed from La Rochelle, South of Johannesburg - La Rochelle was mainly inhabited by Portuguese and Spanish speaking people, and in the mid 70's when Mozambique was at war, a lot of Portuguese speaking people from there made their way to South Africa as refugee's some to be taken in by relatives in the poorer suburbs south of Johannesburg. Although I could never understand why these people were always seen as the poorer class, especially looking back now they always ate, prawns, lobster and really nice stuff that us middle class families could never afford.




Well the La Rochelle United gang mainly attended "Forest High" school in Forest Hill, now there were 2 rival government English speaking schools in close proximity to one another, Hill High and Forest High, depending where you lived you were sent to either of these school. I remember at one stage if you drove down Verona street in Rosettenville and got to High street in the dip, all the kids that lived on the right hand side of the street and up went to Hill High and all the kids who lived on the left and up towards Towerby went to Forest High.
But it really was just a mixture. Because we were rival schools and Hill High was in a better area, we were always thought to be the better school, besides The Hill had churned out well known sportsman, doctors and even politicians.
Okay so back to the Gangs, majority of La Rochelle united attend Forest and spoke Portuguese, The Hill had the "Cockney Rebels" which was started up (I think) by the Falconer brothers. Majority of the cockney rebels would have either been born in Britain or descendants of British.
While trying to see if there was anything on the Internet about the Gangs that I am mentioning her in my blog, I came across an article and found this section very interesting, and very true of the gangs in our days especially the La Rochelle united:

"Look at the gangs in America during prohibition in the 1920s. Most of them were either Italian or Irish gangs and practically all their members were devout Catholics," Mr Wicker says.
"They would go to Mass every Sunday and they gave thousands of dollars to the Church. Yet they would think nothing of murdering rival gang members.
Al Capone even wiped out a rival gang on the feast day of St Valentine."

While these gangs may have been brutal, they still had their own twisted sense of morals. "They wouldn’t shoot someone coming out of Church and Church property was always considered holy ground.
They would even send flowers to the funeral of a rival gang member that they had murdered. Church life and gang life were two separate entities," says Mr Wicker.

As one Irish gang leader put it: "I don’t sell moonshine (alcohol) in Church, and the father doesn’t hold Communion at my speakeasy (illegal nightclub)."Even though these gangs were vicious, they still had respect for the Church and members of the clergy.


While most of the time we only heard about the Gang fights and never saw any violence there were the occasions where it happened on our doorstep. There was the time that Hill High were playing Forest High in a rugby match at Hill, the La Rochelle united arrived brandishing knives, guns and any other weapon they could find, however, the principal had been forewarned and invited the Police. The gang members out numbered the police, but not wanting to be thrown in jail and have their parents come and bail them out, most of the gang members dispersed quite quickly. So the only gang warfare that happened that day was down on the rugby field.
There were other gangs as well, but none that really impacted our school life like the Cockney Rebels and the La Rochelle united, they were:
The Lebs - (A group of Lebanese immigrants), The Greeks, The Italians, The South Hill Gang (consisted mainly of Big Afrikaans speaking guys who all played rugby). But in those days if you professed to know anyone who was part of a gang, you were left alone and people wouldn't pick on you.

Our House ...


This is the house I grew up in, Michael Street in Linmeyer - by the way it looked nothing like this when I was growing up.

There were no high walls, no big gates and the centre feature and satelite dish were not there.


We lived here from 1964, my mother sold the house in 1998 which would have been a total of 34 years that she lived there.

Jo'burg in Pictures















Sunday, April 30, 2006

Rebel with a cause ...


As I said before I hated high school, at the end of Standard 8 - Cq left to get a job, but my mother and father vowed that we would all finish high school, something they had never done. My eldest sister was studious and well liked, she was Head Librarian at the same school, which had was almost like a viced Head Girl, except most of her duties were in the Library and not on the corridoors.

My middle sister just plodded through high school and from Standard 8, took up all the home industry subjects, she ended up leaving high school at the end of standard 9 to follow a career in nursing which just never worked out.

And then there was me, like I said I hated school, my mother was determined I was going to finish high school so she got me into "Modern Methods Business College" in Eloff street, Johannesburg. It was an all girls college and churned out the finest secretaries and legal secretaries in Johannesburg.

I loved my year at the College, we were treated like ladies and besides only had classes from 8:30 to 12:30 everyday. We had small classes, there were probably about 20 girls in my class a far cry from being in a class of approximatley 40 kids, mainly with disruptive boys. For some reason I always ended up in the Bad class, the teachers either walked out on us, threw us out of class or sent us to detention.

The year at college flew past even though I had a lot of catching up to do, in all of my subjects I had to do Std 6 to matric in one year. I Aced almost everything except for Shorthand, and to this day the only thing I can write and readback in Pitmans shorthand is "Dear Sir, Thank you for your letter."

My shorthand teacher, a lovely lady who had lost her children - Paul and Rose when they were babies was a very good teacher, but shorthand was like Maths you either mastered it or you didn't. I remember getting my report from her at the end of one term and she had given me an "N" for shorthand, when I enquired what an "N" was as grades normally only went from "A" to "H" (H was below 30%), she told me that "N" was for Nought or Nil whichever I preferred, she had a wicked sense of humour.

Going to college meant a bus ride into town each morning, the journey was fun it probably took between 20 minutes and half an hour. After settling in at the college, it was established that Heather who I had known since my first day at school back in Grade 1 was at the same college as me and she was friends with Nicole who was to be in my class. So we eventually ended up catching the bus together, along with the boys who were at Wits University. Nicole was great, her mom had died when she was 15, so her dad was bringing up her and her sister - to compensate for lack of attention, her dad always gave her loads of money - so when Nicole did not feel like going to college she would pay for us to go to the Movies just so that we would bunk with her.

Anyway College was a breeze, I made friends with Pauline whos' family lived in Swaziland. She was born in Australia, but her mom & dad were both from the British Isles. She had lived almost all over the world Australia, Malaysia, Swaziland, UK as her father worked for a sugar company, so where ever there was sugar fields he could be sent to. So my first bit of travelling outside of South African borders was to Swaziland in 1981.

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