Ruggered History

In a social media sign of these times a lively new WhatsApp group has been created, from round Colesberg, centred on the local links in the Boer War between South African, Australian, and New Zealander mounted soldiers. Maeder Osler takes an initial look at this new excitement in town, from a waenhuis in the district.

An encouraging aspect in the extensive WhatsApps messages on this latest initiative around wider local to global history, is the credence given to the earlier youthful Colesberg history initiative regularly reported on by toverview, and in following the efforts spearheaded by Jefferey Rademeyer and other younger enthusiasts also to explore, find out, and position the historic roles of ALL in the area.

Distinguished Visitors

Maeder in his Playpen

All sorts of information at many times comes floating into, or is thrown back into, the Playpen, where Maeder Osler is re-learning the basics on communications in a digital age. The latest example is of a handwritten cursive 7 lines headed VISITORS penned by Morton W Barnes- Webb, the farm manager for a triumverate of rand lords . They were messrs Rhodes, Beit, Bailley (RBB), a syndicate which purchased some 45 farms in the nuwe Hantam grassy karoo area of Colesberg district, in the very early 1900’s. That was after their massive and risky investments in diamond and then gold minings, before the ending of the Anglo-Boer war, and before the 1910 colonial unification of (white) South Africa.

Klaarstroom

M: Hello down there Jasper, how are things around Sedgefield, around your stoep, in these times of digital media ?

J: Well, OK, for the moment as far as the water story goes. As far as digital media goes, we are one of the few places to have an independent media presence, The Edge, lively especially when our water and power cuts are informatively understandable.

M: Yes, I recall enjoying a copy of The Edge, when I visit your neck of the woods, near the old Choo Tjoe railway line, and its station restaurant. Today I am again wondering, this time in my opengates.africa playpen, about the ongoing role of ‘media’.

POEM: School

THE SCHOOL WAY GOES …

En route to the beach
I stop outside the school gates –
Stand still. Watch.
From around a corner
appears a line of 12 small children
all uniformed in navy shirt, white shoes.
Class Teacher leads her schoolgoers’ small phalanx,
there is no harsh marching – simply a quiet companionable one-behind-another
along the outskirts of a building
towards a classroom.

Not silence, but the odd quiet word – occasionally a skip and a jump
Not fast or slow, just the natural child’s pace.

My China

M: Hey Jasper, I don’t know about you there at Sedgefield, but here in Somerset West, Victoria street, alongside the municipality licence department and the library, has been transformed with a luxurious Chinese BAIC (Beijing Automotive Industry Holding Co. Ltd.) vehicle salesfront , replacing the former grandiose Ford depot whose logo on a tall tower spells irony?

J: It’s quite the change from the little R5 ‘FongKong’ shops that came from nowhere post-1994: here we have a big deal dealer-ship displacing old Henry!