A SOUTH AFRICAN FARM in the 1950's

A SOUTH AFRICAN FARM in the 1950's.


My paternal grandfather  Henry Uys Schickerling , who I am named after ,was born December 7 1888 on the farm  "Bergfontein,"  "Ruigtepoort" or " Botany Grove" in the district of  Fauresmith in the Orange Free State. They were a wealthy farmers and had several farms between Fauresmith and  Edenburg .

Fauresmith OFS had the railroad running right through the town's main road.

As a boy of 11 young Henry  was interned with his mother and other siblings in the Orange River concentration camp during the Boer War ( 1898-1902). Because of his father in law's intervention with the Cape Authorities  Henry's father , Johan Frederick Schickerling was not send to Ceylon as a POW but interned at the same camp as his wife and children. Young Henry's mother Isabella Uys was from a very prominent family from Paarl in the Cape Province. Her first cousin Isabella Krige (Ouma Issie) married Jan Smuts the later Prime Minister of South Africa. After the war the Schickerling family returned to their  farm Bergfontein and found everything burnt to the ground and all their cattle killed .The only things that was left was an old dog.

They had to start from scratch.

My grandfather Henry and his brother Reitz decided to move to the Vryburg district to branch out when they got older. After a while there they moved to the Delareyville district  in the Western Transvaal and rented a farm "Oshoek". Later my grandfather bought the farm" Boschbult" between Ottosdal  and Delareyville  .The last battle of the Boer War  was fought on the farm and there is a monument commemorating "The Battle of Boschbult."

 

"Battle of Boschbult"

The town of Ottosdal was established as a Dutch Reformed Church Parish in 1913 on the farm Korannafontein and named after its owner, G P Otto.

The Dutch Reformed Church in Delareyville designed by Gerard Moerdyk who also designed the Voortrekker Monument as well as the Prime Minister's residence "Libertas" amongst many other buildings in South Africa.


Delareyville was named after the Boer General Koos De la Rey.

My grandfather met my grandmother Anna Elizabeth Kotzé  when she came  to teach in the Delareyville  district. She had a brother living there so after she finished her studies in Wellington Teachers College in the Cape Province ,she moved to the Western Transvaal .They got married in  October of 1920.

Hopefield farm.West Coast.

Hopefield.

 

 Anna Elizabeth Kotzé.

 

She was born May 13 1894 on the farm "Caledonia " near the town of Hopefield on the West Coast about 125 miles north from Cape Town. The farm was located where the Salt -and the Berg rivers met. She was an educated and refined young lady from "die Boland" and rolled her R's when she spoke. They decided that my grandmother would keep teaching  to help pay for the farm.Women during that time did not work outside of the home so she was not typical at all. They had four sons of which my father- John Frederick -was the eldest. Johannes Kotzé ,Henry Uys and Theunis where the other sons.

Every morning they would hitch the horses to the  cart and she would drive the 10 miles to  the school with the boys -and back .She was one of three teachers at the school. My father told us of an incident that happened one morning she was driving .There was a brook that they had to cross so the road went down into the ravine .They had to pass through the shallow water to get to the other side. As they went down the embankment she held the reigns very tight to control the horses .One of the horses slipped and propelled  her off the cart and she fell on the other side of the brook in the soft sand. Their giggles quickly stopped when they saw her face. She was not one to be messed with!

Years later my mother would come to the same school as a young teacher and met my grandmother . She was invited home for a weekend and met my father who was visiting the farm from Johannesburg where he was working. They got married in 1947 on the 12th of July .

My grandmother loved my mother as she had no daughters of her own. After the farm was paid off she had her own income and spent lavishly on my mother's trousseau for the wedding.  She was very liberated as she never asked my grandfather for money. Once a year she would take the boys to the "Boland" to visit her family. There she would buy the latest fashions and household goods and have it shipped back to the Transvaal .

My Paternal Grandparents on my parent's wedding day- photographed with my father's family.

Uys, Freddie, Rina.Hannes en Tienie,

Ouma Anna and  Oupa Henry Schickerling.

Ouma Babes and my mother many years later when she was deep in her 90's .

Oupa Reitz was married to Ouma Babes and his widowed mother Isabella Schickerling came from the Free State to live with them.They never had kids of their own but adopted Skikkie who's mother was a sister of my Grandfather and Oupa Reitz. We all loved Oupa Reitz as he was very soft spoken and a very kind man. Ouma Babes was tough and we were all scared of her.She was kind enough in her own way and stuffed you with cookies and ginger beer when you visited .Later when she got older she mellowed and I loved listening to her stories of the old times......She use to wear a big Voortrekker kappie on her head whenever she went out  into  the sun.

One day she was at a wedding with my grandparents and a neighbor who was a rather big woman walked by with her henpecked husband who was much smaller than she was, She leaned over to my mother and said "Daar is poephol en portret ook"She loved to play Jukskei and was a real champ .This is a South African game where you threw wooden "bottles" at a peg in the ground. They would host Jukskei games on their farm on Saturday afternoons.

Her house was always dark - like most farm houses during that time .The curtains drawn to keep out the heat of the day. I was fascinated as she had black and white spotted chickens -not like my grandmother who had Rhode Island Reds.

She also had my Great Grandmother Schickerling home  organ,  the  Harmonium or traporreltjie, that she promised I could have .Later she changed her mind and gave it to Reginald that was Skikkie's son and had Oupa Reitz' name. I did not mind. He appreciates it and takes care of it.

The Harmonium .

To play the organ one had to pump the two pedals below  to produce  enough air for it to make a sound.

Typical South African Farmhouse .

When I became aware of my grandparents  they were living on the farm. We would travel from Johannesburg in my father's navy Commer delivery van that he used for work . BERNINA  was written in big red letter on the side - Rand Sewing Machines in white below. There would be a mattress in the back for us kids to lay down on , as there were no seats at the back.

Me photographed with  the navy Commer delivery van behind me ,at out home in Parkhurst.

By the time we got to the farm we would be covered in the red Western Transvaal dust and ones eyes and the corners of you mouth will be  clogged with dust. It was a dirt road from Klerksdorp. Years later my father sold that Commer to Abel one of the Africans working for Oom Johannes and he used  it till it fell apart. I saw that old car on blocks for many years.

 My father's second brother Johannes was married to neighborhood girl Dina and living in another house on the farm, but his two younger brothers ,Uys and Tienie were still living at home and slept in the buitekamer on the stoep.Every farmhouse had an outside room for the "boys." The house was similar to the one above but it had a garden and big trees around the house. A big orchard supplied the household of fresh fruit. The buitekamer was on one end of the porch. From the ceiling there were rows onions and garlic hanging to dry- How I  hate that smell up to this day!

Rondawel.

Cream Separator.

Next to the back door was a rondawel where the cream was separated from the milk as well as the butter earn to make butter. The buttermilk was used to bake rusks  .Under the trees was a walk-in cooler with water dripping over the anthracite walls  to  keep the meat , milk ,eggs, cream and butter cool.

The farm supplied everything the family needed. During the summer months my grandmother would supervise the African woman canning-and drying - the fruit and vegetables that was grown on the farm. Nothing was wasted. Bread was baked once a week and one of those big brown bread slices, spread with home made butter and honey- or home made jam -was enough to last you for the day. My grandfather had beehives to supply the table with fresh honey. Every second Friday evenings a lamb was slaughtered for meat as well as few chickens.

There was a sheep's kraal made out of packed stones and every night when the sheep came home they were counted. How they could count 300 sheep when they all moved around I could never understand.

Every morning and evening the cows were milked .The would stand there very placid eating their hay while they were milked. Once they were milked the calves could drink from the udder and get the left over milk.

Seeing the animals on the farm made us understand life and death better. Death  became a part of life and not something to fear. Seeing the animals have sex and give birth made us understand nature and ourselves as well.

Leg of Lamb

Biltong and Droê Wors.

During the winter months they would slaughter an ox as well as a pig to make biltong and dried sausage- droê wors .They did this during the winter as it was cool enough to dry the meat and to make sure it did not spoil.

Melktert ( Milk Tart)

Soetkoekies

Koeksisters

Gemmerkoekies

The kitchen was the center of the house and it had a big table in there with chairs around it. The big coal stove kept it warm and cozy during the winter and visitors almost never  used the living room unless it was the minister or strangers visiting. There one was served coffee or tea and always something to eat. Soetkoekies (Sweet biscuits)  Gemmerkoekies ( Ginger snaps) Melktert and Koeksisters were favorites During the summer we would drink ginger beer with raisins floating in the beer. Canned watermelon pieces were also delicious .

South African Breakfast

They got up very early and by 5:00 am the Africans would come to the kitchen door  and over some coffee the day was planned. If it was cold they would stand around a fire they made outside and discuss their plans. At around 8:30 -9:00 am my grandfather would return home   for breakfast with my uncles .Most probably several neighbor would join them as well. On the farm one never knew when visitor would show up. They would eat a good breakfast with eggs, boerewors and bacon (home made)tomatoes  or  my grandmother would even slice a leg of lamb into the pan to fry with the eggs. Home made bread- and butter ,with coffee to wash it all down. The coffee pot would be on the stove most of the day.

South African Sunday Dinner

The main meal of the day would be cooked for the afternoon with a meat dish ,potatoes and fresh vegetables from the garden .Chicken or Leg of Lamb was a favorite choice for Sunday Dinner.

Baked puddings with custard was served often.

The dining room was used on Sunday mornings to listen to the church service on the radio.

 In the kitchen the African women where preparing the lunch meal and my grandmother would slip in and out to supervise. We would listen to the Dutch Reformed Service at  10:30 am broadcast by the SABC  .My grandfather would follow in the Bible and the hymns we would sing along. As kids we knew to sit still and be respectful. When the prayer was said we had to kneel on the chair and close our eyes. Delareyville or Ottosdal  was too far to drive to church every Sunday so my grandparents went whenever they could but  Communion- every three months - was never missed.

The family was very instrumental raising funds for the new church that was  to be built in Delareyville and they were very friendly with the Ds. Potgieter and his wife whom  had 5 sons .One year while my father was a young boy they all  went on vacation together to the Kruger National Park- as well as to Lorenco Marques.

A dark green velvet curtain  in the passage separated  the Living Room and bedrooms from the rest of the house. This is where the  phone was located. Each house had a ring .Three short rings were my grandparent's call. It would ring day and night and I could never differentiate the short or the long rings. All of a sudden my grandmother would go to the phone pick the hearing aid and press it to her ear. Then she would speak into the cup in front of her.I could never understand how she knew it was for her. It was a party line so people could listen to your conversation. If somebody was ill one just had to pick up telephone and listened when their ring came up and get all the information about the patient on the line. You could speak to  anybody on your line for free using the sling and ringing out the long and short tones. Nobody spoke for long You said what you had to say and that was it. If a conversation went on too long people would pick and ask "busy" that was the sign to get off the line!. When I got older I loved to sit and listen to all the conversations- as long as I was not caught!

John Deere Tractor

My grandfather had a John Deere tractor that scared the living daylights out of me .If they started that thing early in the morning I made sure I was far away .If they started it in the barn the sound was even worse that outside. It sounded like a bomb going off and then it would fire like a machine gun before it got going. They used a hand sling to get it  started and the Africans use to take turns at the sling. The two front wheels were close together and the big wheels were enormous to me as a boy. Later I enjoy taking a ride on it and even to drive it now and then under that watchful eyes of one of the adults.

There was a bathroom with a bath but no toilet in the house. There was a boiler for hot water that was lit when you wanted to have a bath. An outhouse was used and that was a terrifying thing to me.I was so scared that I would fall into that hole that I never went near it until I was much older. I would rather sit behind a bush than go in there. In the afternoon the women would take a walk there and take turns. The men folk use to pie behind a bush and only visited it when necessary. The whole world would see you go there and knew what you were up to. It was built quite a way from the house.

There was electricity and they used candles and a paraffin lamp that hung over the kitchen table at night. As we never used any other room at night before we went to bed  it was the only one lit up . I avoided  going  down the dark passage  to the bedroom, with only a candle. Many a night after we were put to bed I would run back to the kitchen and stay there until my parents came to bed.

As the eldest grandchild I got a lot of leeway from my grandmother and I loved her. She was very warm and open and could do anything. She was a great cook. She would conduct the choir .She was a great organizer but if  a child  misbehaved you got it from her. She was not a teacher for so may years for nothing. You could not get away with anything.

Ouma Anna  was very different from my de Beer grandmother  Ouma Kittie who  was very prim and proper. As Ouma Anna  was from the Cape she would have a glass of wine now and then unlike my mother or her mother. Ouma Anna could use spicy language like most Bolanders and she was very much down to earth with a good sense of humor.

When my father was a about 17 he developed Rheumatic Fever. My grandparents decided to send him to Johannesburg where he went to stay with a full time nurse- Mrs Swales. After getting back on his feet he decided to stay in Johannesburg and started working for the CNA. His three other brothers stayed on the farm  but when my father retired  he moved back to the farm with my mother and they lived there until he died in 2000. My mother then sold their farm to my cousin so it is still in the family.
My father was called Oubaas by his parents and brothers as well as the Africans on the farm.

My grandfather was called Baas Henry and I was Kleinbaas as the oldest grandchild. Outa Booi was there for many years and he was older than my father. The Africans were part of the family and we had to show them respect as to any other elder person.We called the older African men "Outa" and the older African woman "Aia".

My two unmarried uncles  ,Uys and Tienie, got married to two  Theunisen sister from a nearby farm. Meisie and Toy . My grandparents decided it was time to retire so Oom Uys and his wife Tannie Toy moved into their house.They made drastic changes to the house and farm. They were a younger generation and wanted to lead a more modern life. My grandmother never set her foot back in that house .She would come and visit the other son's families , but never went to her old home .

Oom Tienie and Tannie Meisie built a new home on another section of the farm. We now had three homes on the farm to visit and as the family grew we would visit at least 4 times a year. My younger brothers loved those stays it and they loved it even more that they did not have to bathe......They also spent many summer holiday on the farm. My uncles farmed  my father share of the land  and paid him a percentage  of the harvest.

Dutch Reformed church in Wolmaranstad.

Another Moerdyk designed church.

My grandparents retired to Wolmaranstad .It was the closet town to the farm that had electricity. There my grandfather kept busy by breeding rabbits for the Italian market in Johannesburg.

He kept his beehives on different farms and we would sell the honey in Johannesburg for him. He never stopped working and kept himself busy.

My Uncles Johannes , Uys, Oupa Reitz .Tienie and my father with his back to the camera,

 at my Grandmother's funeral in Wolmaranstad.

My grandmother died in February of 1967 .She was 73 years old. She suffered from intestinal cancer for many years. She was in hospital in Klerksdorp for the best part of the year before passing.

The family asked us to arrange for flowers from Bloemfontein where we lived and I ordered a big bouquet of white flowers that covered her coffin. The night we arrived in Wolmaranstad m grandfather was sad but when he said grace at table he thanked God for her life and ending her suffering.

My grandfather Henry Uys Schickerling just before his death.

My father is on the right.

Oupa Henry in better years.

My grandfather then married Meraai Kirsten and when she died ten years later, he remarried once again.He died in 1984 at the age of 97.Both my grandparents are buried in Wolmaranstad. My grandmother  appreciated my interest in music and the arts and was very proud of me.I think she understood where I came from. Year later I went to a spiritualist in Johannesburg and she spoke about guardian angels that we all have. While she was talking to me about that she folded  her hands on her chest - just the way my Grandmother use to - and I felt that was a sign that she was looking out for  me.



SOUTH AFRICAN Family Vacations 1960's. Coffee Bay and Port St John's.

SOUTH AFRICAN FAMILY VACATION 1960'S.
COFFEEBAY AND PORT ST JOHN'S.

Xhosa people of the Transkei



Henry, Zackie
Charel, Quintin, Frikkie.

When we were kids my father could only get away during the winter months for two weeks ,so we use to go to warmer climates for vacation in August. My parents had five boys by this time .I was around 11 and Quintin was a baby.

Both my father and his brother Johannes, loved sea fishing so twice the Transkei was the holiday destination. The first time we went to Coffee Bay en the second time Port St John's.

Nelson Mandela

Transkei is where the second biggest South African Tribe -the Xhosa's-live  .The most famous Xhosa is surely the first African President of South Africa  Nelson Mandela .He was born near  Umtata (Mthatha) in 1918 and married his second wife, Winnie  there in 1958.

Umtata (Mthatha)

Rural Transkei

The Transkei is situated between Natal and the Eastern Cape. It borders on the Indian Ocean and  is known as the Wild Coast of Africa .In the early 60's it was a very rural  and the inhabitants still followed  the tribal life style. Men and woman painted their faces with clay and even washed their blankets in the red/brown  clay of the area to give it an unique color. The women wore  lots of copper bangles on their arms and some of the  women smoked pipe.  In the traditional way unmarried woman went bare breasted .Once they got married they would cover their breasts.



We drove from Johannesburg and met my uncle and his family in Umtata (Mthatha).We then drove to Coffee Bay on the Coast.

Coffee Bay

White Clay- Coffee Bay.

We arrived in Coffee Bay and found the house that we rented. It was a big colonial white washed  house with a big porch .It was very close to the ocean -as they advertised it -but an enormous sand dune in front prevented us from seeing the ocean. We had to walk quite a way to get around the dune to reach the beach . The house was located next to the only store for miles ,so we saw all the coming and going that went on in Coffee Bay.

Transkei 1963

Transkei Store.

To us as kids all this was fascinating. This was a Africa that we did not know. This was tribal Africa and they dressed different and spoke their own language .We could not communicate with them as we were use to Africans speaking English or Afrikaans in  Johannesburg. Daily they would come to the shop, after walking for miles to buy the stuff  they needed. They were just as intrigued with us, as we were with them. My Aunt Dina was fascinated by all the bangles the women wore. Their forearms would be covered from wrist to elbow in copper bangles that was put on when they were young girls. These bangles  would never be taken off again.

My father, uncle , some brothers and cousins went fishing all day and had a good time.The had a local Xhosa take them to the best locations and would spend the day on the rocks fishing. After a while everything smelled of fish! I don't remember the beach being that great either .I was more fascinated by the locals visiting the shop and spending the day there smoking their pipes or resting in the shade of the trees before starting their long walk back home.

A couple of years later my parents decided to give Port St John's a go. This is where the "muddy and mighty" Umzimvubu River mouths into the sea. My uncle Johannes and his wife Dina, joined and his  us once again. Their four  kids were Uys, Wilna, Annetjie and Gert. By this time our family was complete.Me the eldest was 13. Zackie, Frikkie, Charel, Quintin and Carin was a baby.



Port St John's 1963.
The town on the left looking up into the Umzimvubu River .

This is Port St. John's today .In the middle the river mouths into the ocean .On the  left bank is the town of Port St. John's.We rented two house on the hill of the right bank ,looking over the sea as well as the mouth of the river.

Those day my father drove an navy colored German made  Isabella Borgward station wagon with tan leather seats. We met my uncle at Kokstad and then decided to take a short cut from there to Port St John's. We were driving through a very desolate area of very high mountains and on a dirt road, when all of a sudden the car gave a hiccup and stopped in its tracks!

 I was not trilled as I was already feeling uncomfortable with driving through this uninhabited area instead of the main road- and now this....

 My uncle was ahead and it took him about an hour to realize we were not behind him .He then turned back ,and came looking for us. By this time it was already around 4:00 pm. He and my father tried  working on the car and realized it was the petrol pump that was giving trouble. It was getting late so they decided that my uncle would take the  wives and kids to Port St John's and try and find some mechanic to come and help us. Me and my two brothers,  Zackie and Frikkie as well as Uys, my cousin,  stayed behind with my father. He  was taking off the petrol pump and trying to fix it .He asked me to sit behind the wheel and pump the accelerator whenever he needed me to do so. 

All of a sudden three young Africans appeared. They were dressed in their traditional way and there  faces where painted .They were intrigued by the chrome on the car and the lights. I don't think they ever saw a car up close. Whenever they would come too close I would rev the car and they would move away. Us kids were rather scared and I think my father was not too comfortable either but he did not say anything -just worked on the car.  .I don't think they meant any harm ,they just wanted to take a look at the car. After  while they got bored and moved on.

Soon after that my father got the petrol pump to work again after he removed a piece of cork that obstructed the petrol flow-and we were on our way .Just before dark we met Uncle Johannes on his way  back to meet us. We then drove to Port St Johns and reached it well after dark. The owner of the store in Port St John's also owned  the two houses that we rented. He had some Africans help us with our luggage  down to the river where two row boats were waiting. It was a moonless night and very dark.

The Umzimvubu River Mouth .

On the right bank is the town of Port St Johns. Our houses were on the left bank.

In the distance we could hear the ocean, but in front of us now, was the "mighty and the muddy" Umzimvubu River and we had to cross it in the dark of the  night to get to the houses.

 We were helped into the boats .Our party consisted of four  adults and nine children . Two African girls and two African men that had to row the boats. That was roughly ten people in each boat and the luggage divided between the two !

The two African girls that my aunt brought from the farm to help with the kids, where whimpering as they have never seen such a big body of water. My Aunt had to speak very sternly to them and had them get into the boat with her. They laid flat on the bottom of the boat as they did not want to see what was going to happen!  When we hit the high mountains driving during the day, the two of them also spent the trip on the floor at our  feet, not wanting to see the mountain and the valleys. Where they came from in the Western Transvaal, the country was flat .Now after the mountains they had to cross a river at night -it was almost too much to bear. I must be honest I was not feeling that brave either. Truth to be told neither were anybody else- I am sure.....,

Transkei Mountains

We stared crossing the river and slowly the lights of Port St John's became smaller and smaller and we were in the middle of the strong current of the river. Because of the current we could not go straight over but had to cross the river at an angle .After a journey that felt like hours, and not about twenty minutes, we reached the other side of the river. Because of high tide the landing jetty was covered in water .The suitcases and other luggage ended up in six inches of water when they were off-loaded. We were all very thankful that we made it and started the trek , in the dark, up the hill to the two houses. There were no electricity so candles were lit and soon we could make out what the place looked like that would be out homes for the next ten days. Everything was left as it was, and we all went  to bed as soon as possible. We were all exhausted after the dramas of the day.

Port St John's beach.

When we opened our eyes the next morning to the sun and bright ocean in font of us, all the night's travails were forgotten.There were very few people around and we had the beach to ourselves- literally on our doorstep! One could see, smell and feel the ocean unlike our visit to Coffee Bay where the hill obscured our view.

Town of Port St John's



As we were on the other side of the river we were rather isolated from the rest of the world .On our side there were about 5 bungalows and a big old Colonial house. If we wanted to go to Port St John's we had to wait for one of the Africans  to come over with his rowing boat to fetch us. We as kids could  not call them over on our own ,but had to have an adult with us to go to town. We did not care much as the beach was on our side of the river, and the town had very little charm for us.

My father and uncle went over to the town to find  a local African that could take them to the best fishing spots in the area.The older kids climbed aboard the boats and went along. Our host from the night before owned just about everything in Port St John's as well as the bait shop. While were there some other fishermen came back from the ocean to pick up more bait. They leaned their fishing rods against the wall and went inside.

All of a sudden we heard the whizzing sound of the fishing line being pulled off the roll and a dog in pain. The dog ate some of the bait of the hook that got caught in its lip . It was a small fox terrier and the more he pulled and barked the deeper the hook went. The adults came rushing out and tried to catch him and  get the hook out of his lip. After  while he calmed down and one of the fishermen  had to cut his lip to set him free. The next day I saw the little dog again and he was fine , but he kept  his distance from the bait shop!

On the other side of the river  all our clothes that were in the suitcases that got wet ,were on the washing lines to dry. That was about all that reminded us of our close  call with disaster the night before. The local Africans would arrived daily with stuff to sell. Fruits like Bananas or Mango's or Leechies.They were delicious and they sold them for very cheap .They would also bring bead work and other home made stuff  for us to buy. Transkei  was a beautiful place and so unspoilt.The people were also very tribal and was dressed so different than we were use to. We could not understand each other but with smiles and gestures we battered along till everyone was happy with the results of the sale.

Two days before we had to leave, I was with my mother and aunt in the row boat on the way back from Port St John's after doing food shopping. All of a sudden the African rower  started pointing up river and he got very excited. He started to shout at the people on the river banks .

When we looked at what he was pointing at  , we saw hundreds of fish swimming back to the ocean from up river where they went to lay their eggs. They were "Kabeljou" or Silver Cobs as they are also known. They were starving and dashing back to the ocean for food. When they got close to the boat we could feel them scraping the bottom of the boat and even lifting it now and then.

Silver Cob

When the people on shore saw what was happening they  rushed to the river mouth and started spearing and catching fish by hands. There were so many fish that they could not get through the mouth of the river into the ocean fast enough. My father and uncle happened to be close by  and rushed down as well. At the end they caught three fishes, all around 80lbs. Zackie even caught a "Grunter. "After all the excitement  the problem was what to do with all this fish! My mother and aunt decided to can the fish and make curry fish. Once the rush was over they took the row boat back to town to buy curry powder, onions and bottle to can the fish. The two African girls started frying the fish as soon as my father and uncle cleaned them up and cut them to pieces. It was then canned  into a curry sauce with onions and then the bottles were sealed and cooled. They fried and canned fish until everything smelled of curry fish. We were leaving the next day so the canning went on until late that evening.

Curry Fish

After all that I could not bear to eat it. Months later my mother opened the last bottle for lunch one day ,and I had piece. It was very good and I could kick myself for not eating it before.

Canned Curry Fish,

Fish and seaweed.

My uncle decided to keep one fish and take it back with them to the farm. One of the local Africans said if we wrap the fish in seaweed with paper around- and tie it to the bumper of the car- it would stay fresh. It did work .They drove through the night  and the fish arrived fresh and in one piece in the Western Transvaal. My uncle  could  show it to his buddies , and prove to them that this was no ordinary fish story!

Our trip back to Johannesburg was uneventful but it was not easy to get use to city life again, after living so close to nature and being free to roam around the whole day.

Our winter vacation was over  and we had to get back to school.