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Dave and the GNR,
Happy birthday to you both.
Important Message: GNR Site will be off-line for several hours today
The site will be undergoing a major upgrade later today and all areas of the site will be unavailable for up to several hours. Details will be available once the site is taken off-line.
Craig Hartnett Click here to contact me
Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada Monday, April 28, 2003 at 22:01:20 (UTC)
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Thanks Paudie,
An interesting site.
Cheers - Doug
Doug Grewar Click here to contact me
Vryheid, Natal, South Africa Monday, April 28, 2003 at 17:55:01 (UTC)
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I see the mention of guys running all over S.A. for various reasons. Like Doug Grewar, Im now more of a couch potato but, Doug! sheees around the block in your bakkie?
Does anyone recall the days of the "110 MILE March". I think it was started by some SAS types in Pommieland and hit the colonies with a bang. At one point I decided that I was going to do it. Around the Cpooerbelt. Mufulira to Ndola turnoff, to Kitwe and back.
Took off one evening, lumbered with brothers Jan and Bob. Walked through the night along the Muf-Ndola road. Rain and cold. Villagers, in the early morning, looked askance at these mulungus walking along. One of us got cramps. By the turnoff, I was "turned off" and we all hitched home. Never did it.
Oh well, went on to other things.
But we were young then. Now its a major expedition to walk around the farm.
Naaah, not really, but 14 years of skdiving knees would probably put paid to another attempt today.
Anyone ever do it??
By the way, Dawie Heppy birfday for your site!
Bill
William Knott Click here to contact me
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada Monday, April 28, 2003 at 16:13:56 (UTC)
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Have now updated my address
Heather we are in process of costing trip to Zambia
Sorry for the long delay, but arriving in UK and settling in has been a busy experience!! eeeeeek.
Graham and Fiona Wall (née Whaits) Click here to contact me
Newport South Wales, United Kingdom Monday, April 28, 2003 at 11:49:53 (UTC)
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WE received this message today, and post it on the GNR
for the information of all people who knew Big Dougie.
Graham and Fiona
PS we need to update as we are now in NEWPORT SOUTH WALES
I heard today at Plymouth Albion that Dougie Bowden died a fortnight ago and was buried last week.
Dougie played for Albion probably in the 50's if not the 40's and represented either Cornwall or Devon, well before his illustrious career at Nchanga.
Despite the 30 plus years difference between Dougie and myself I accompanied him in the second row for the Thirds and Fourths on many occations. I was also on the wrong end of many of his dreadful refereeing decisions when he eventual gave up playing.
After his world travels Dougie settle down back in Plymouth. Up until ill health took its toll over the last couple of years, Dougie could be found every morning of the year taking a swim in Plymouth Sound. In summer he would then play bowls on the hoe. With his beard and stature Dougie resembled the Drake statue that stands on the hoe, and like Drake he was a true west country man.
And of course he was a true Nchanga man.
Br Paul Lister
Graham and Fiona Wall (née Whaits) Click here to contact me
Dhahran, Saudi Arabia Monday, April 28, 2003 at 11:44:25 (UTC)
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To the founders,
Sincere congratulations on the sites birthday, I only discovered it by accident while browsing for Zambia, and found "Lowdown", after contacting Heather she referred me to GNR. This was about two years ago.It is a daily ritual to visit the site after my diary, and medication, long may it continue. I also visited the link to Tim Berners Lee, and further links from that site, very interesting, I really think that I should have known that.
I always thought that the web had been set up by the American military? We have had six weeks of brilliant sunshine, but the north sea has barely been above 10*C. And it is now raining very heavily, the gardens are desperate for it. Hope you are all well, and Jimmy Churchill are you back "home" safe and well??
Arthur, Keep up the good work, I really look forward to the pictures you post, and I must send you some of mine.
Regards barribee.
Barrie Braidford Click here to contact me
Newcastle upon Tyne, England Monday, April 28, 2003 at 07:13:23 (UTC)
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Charles did you have to mention that shooting trip, and the biltong, you have sadistic tendencies, any pics of the shoot? In deep depression Johnny.
Johnny Click here to contact me
Scarborough, United Kingdom Monday, April 28, 2003 at 06:44:39 (UTC)
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Doug Grewar
The man who invented the WWW is Tim Berners-Lee.
However Dave Cooper went further and invented the GNR !
Paudie Coughlan Click here to contact me
Ireland Sunday, April 27, 2003 at 21:29:41 (UTC)
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Dawie
All right, I'll bite! Who is Tim Berners Lee who is not listed in the names directory?
Charles
These people who run long distances astonish me. I am a typical couch potato who will jump in the car and drive around the block instead of walking across the road. Aren't such exertions against the Northern Rhodesian constitution or something?
Cheers - Doug
Doug Grewar Click here to contact me
Vryheid, Natal, South Africa Sunday, April 27, 2003 at 20:33:36 (UTC)
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Dawie
All right, I'll bite! Who is Tim Berners Lee who is not listed in the names directory?
Charles
These people who run long distances astonish me. I am a typical couch potato who will jump in the car and drive around the block instead of walking across the road. Aren't such exertions agains't the Northern Rhodesian constitution or something?
Cheers - Doug
Doug Grewar Click here to contact me
Vryheid, Natal, South Africa Sunday, April 27, 2003 at 20:31:22 (UTC)
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Oh boy!
Another tough day in Africa!
I mowed the lawn, watered the garden -- and then made a braai. Who remembers eating hot onions that’ve been dropped in the coals? I’m sure no onion tastes sweeter.
Now I sit with a stick of Gemsbok biltong, battling with a blunt knife. Yes Johnny -- knives don’t get blunt unless you use them!
Peter D .... Don’t be so hard on Arthur! He grew up on Kafue water - not Mulungushi water! He’s obviously concerned about the amount of lead in our pencils. Do you recall Peter Erasmus? He lives within a ½ click from me.
Beth L... you say the sweetest things! I must confess -- I forgot it was also Dave’s birthday on the 18th. Please wish him all the best. My B-in-Ls had planned a major shoot for me -- doing all those things that Johnny G hates! A good weekend overall.
Ian Singer... I received a call a few weeks back from a gentleman called Percy Rowe. He has the record for shooting the largest croc in the world -- 16’ -- in Lake Nyasa. I have read news articles about another croc hunter shooting 22’ -- but that’s what I refer to as "stretching a croc’s tale". I thought you midht like to let our 'friend in France' know.
Doug Grewar... My B-in-L (when he was 30) ran from Cape Towm to Durban raising money for the Cancer Assoc. 10 years later, he ran the reurn trip - now he's grown up (despite the tongue in cheek - a stout effort on Bundu's behalf).
regards
Charles Cartmill Click here to contact me
Pinelands, Cape Town, South Africa Sunday, April 27, 2003 at 17:51:16 (UTC)
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There are 2 guys in South Africa who are going to run 2300Km in 57 days starting with the 2 Oceans Marathon in Capetown and finishing with the Comrades Marathon in Durban.
They will run cross coutry between the 2 marathons on back road passing through such famous places as Vrolijkheid and Die Hel. (Happiness & Hell). Check it out on
http://www.crosskaroo.com/
Another interesting site about an ecolgical consevation area is Makulu Makete - Great Spirit of the Trees. It is at
http://www.makulumakete.com/
Happy browsing!
Cheers - Doug
Doug Grewar Click here to contact me
Vryheid, Natal, South Africa Sunday, April 27, 2003 at 16:46:49 (UTC)
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Happy Birthday Dawie.
Linda Hayes (née Dore) Click here to contact me
Austin, Texas, United States Sunday, April 27, 2003 at 13:32:08 (UTC)
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N O R T H E R N E R S!
I have but ONE thing to say about the SEVENTH anniversary of the GREAT NORTH ROAD website:
THANK YOU TIM BERNERS-LEE
And I have one to say to everyone who uses this website or any website: You should all know who this person is. And you should thank him most heartily, even though he is British!
Groetjes...
Dave Cooper Click here to contact me
Amsterdam, Nederland Sunday, April 27, 2003 at 13:21:37 (UTC)
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Swazi radio was getting good coverage from their correspondent in Bagdad on the Iraq War, until it was found that he was reporting from a broom cupboard in Mbabane.
Not so brave but more sensible than those who actually went to Bagdad.
Cheers - Doug
Doug Grewar Click here to contact me
Vryheid, Natal, South Africa Sunday, April 27, 2003 at 13:02:50 (UTC)
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Happy Birthday Dawie.
Some news from Africa.
South African Police hire private security gaurds to protect police stations. They obviously can't rely on themselves to protect themselves.
King Maswati of Swaziland says democracy is just a fashion that does not suit Swaziland.
An impostor of King Maswati has been discovered who has been driving around with a motorcade for some years collecting tribute etc. How he could get away with this in such a small country is amazing.
Swazi elders have rejected the use of donated mosquito nets because they will make pregnant women miscarry.??! I disagree. We already have too many people already so all types of birth control are welcome.??!
Teflon coated Winnie Mandela, the mugger of the nation, bites the dust at last - maybe! After being found guilty of multiple charges of fraud she has been sentenced to 5 years jail, 1 year suspended, and 3 years 4 months commuted to community service. This works out to 8 months jail time, but I doubt she will ever serve it. She wasn't even charged with the murder of the 13 year old Stompie Sepai many years back only with kidnapping him for which she paid an R8000 fine.
The Rand continues to improve against the Pound, Dollar and Euro.
Nkosazana Zuma, the South African foriegn minister, says South Africa will never, never criticize Mugabe.
Libya is elected to the chair of the UN Human Rights Commission. Yes Libya! Mama Giraffe's mob. This same body
using the African votes led by our own mini - mugs has rejected a European led proposal to criticize Mugabe for human right transgressions.
Isn't Democracy wonderfull? All I can say is Bayete Nkosi! Viva Maswati!
A beggar in Benoni yesterday annoyed 4 men in a car so much that they took him to the bush and cut off his private parts. Bit drastic! Another form of birth control? At least this beggar won't be producing any more beggars and in future he will be much more polite when asking for money in his high pitched voice.
Autumn is here. Only 21c today.
Cheers - Doug
Doug Grewar Click here to contact me
Vryheid, Natal, South Africa Sunday, April 27, 2003 at 11:15:40 (UTC)
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Northerners !
Dave's and the GNR's birthday is tomorrow, I posted my message now as he's home today but will be away for the rest of the week again on his language course and communication with the outside world is not allowed.
Sounds like home from home.
Arthur
Arthur Steevens Click here to contact me
Stockport, United Kingdom Sunday, April 27, 2003 at 09:26:16 (UTC)
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Happy Birthday, Dawid the Founder !
On this day, the seventh birthday of the GNR !
Groan
Arthur
Arthur Steevens Click here to contact me
Stockport, United Kingdom Sunday, April 27, 2003 at 09:10:55 (UTC)
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Dave Cooper
Thanks for your positive comments. You are in Amsterdam? I have a very dear friend there Ad Hodyk and his wife. I have visited them twice at their home outside Amsterdam. He was my favorite Math teacher when he taught me at Chizongwe Secondary School in Chipata from 1968 up to about 1970. I have loved math since that year. We became very good friends as we worked on some projects together outside the classroom. His wife taught at St. Monica's Secondary School. He would love to hear from you and GNR. I will forward your e-mail to him although I have not heard from him in over a year. He visits Zambia and Chipata from time to time.
Mwizenge Tembo Click here to contact me
Virginia, United States Saturday, April 26, 2003 at 16:15:33 (UTC)
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Roy Tibbit, Terry Farmer
Happy Birthday
Heather Chalcraft (née Bender) Click here to contact me
Lusaka, Zambia Saturday, April 26, 2003 at 12:50:01 (UTC)
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Mwizenge
Where I live now there is a freight train line about a mile distant. While trains are infrequent I love the haunting sound of the distant whistle in the night hours. Now there are your lovely images of train travel to go along with the sound.
Like so many my mother and I came out to Africa by Union Castle and came up from the Cape by train. For us this was in 1956. I loved to spend the day on the top bunk where you could look out the window by drooping your head over the edge of the bunk. Stations were lively with vendors crowding the windows. (A while back I found the cleverly crafted basket-woven dolls tea set bought on the train on that trip. It was in my parents' home in England. Now my stepdaughter has it for my granddaughter. It is prized by both). Dad met us in Bulawayo and joined us on the train to Lusaka. Dad had flown out to Lusaka a few months earlier(interestingly first into Ndola where he cleared customs and then by C.A.A. Dakota to Lusaka). The Viscount was used on Salisbury runs wasn't it folks?)
Tina Magee (née Wallace) Click here to contact me
Texas, United States Friday, April 25, 2003 at 23:12:35 (UTC)
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Heather,Craig Hartnett
"What is Your Name?: Tumbuka, Chewa, Ngoni, Nsenga, and Tonga Traditional Names".
A study was conducted in the Eastern and Southern Provinces of Zambia to investigate the meaning of Zambian traditional names. A total of 323 respondents from a total of 26 villages were asked to describe baby-naming customs, identify traditional names and explain the meanings of the names, the circumstances of naming and whether the name is used to name females, males or both. All the information has been compiled into a 114 page book manuscript that describes the naming customs of newly born babies and an identification of names from the Tumbuka, Chewa, Ngoni, Nsenga people of Eastern Zambia and the Tonga of Southern Zambia. There were a total of 571 traditional names from Eastern Zambia and 312 traditional Tonga names from Southern Zambia. The study was conducted from 1980 to 2000. One research field trip was made to Choma and the Gwembe Valley in 1988 and three trips to Eastern Zambia in 1980 and 1985. This was the time the author was working at the Institute of African Studies of the University of Zambia. During the 1993 field trip to Eastern Zambia the author was working at Bridgewater College.
The manuscript identifies ten most popular names from the Eastern Province and the Tonga from Southern Province. For those who have pets, the appendix includes a 2-page compilation of dog names and their meanings from Eastern Zambia. Ideally, the author would like the book to be published and made available at all maternity wards in hospitals in Zambia so that potential parents can use the book to choose baby names. If you can publish the book or know of any publishers who might be interested, let me know immediately. The manuscript is ready be sent immediately.
Mwizenge Tembo Click here to contact me
Virginia, United States Friday, April 25, 2003 at 22:38:52 (UTC)
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CJ
Who was your cousin Vivian who was teaching at UNZA? Was he/she in natural sciences or the humanities & social sciences.
Mwizenge Tembo Click here to contact me
Virginia, United States Friday, April 25, 2003 at 21:23:37 (UTC)
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Peter
I deeply appreciate and abide by your love for the place but you would think they could have fixed that Hill by now eh?
Peter and Artie
I am sending you both some of my muti by fast runner. I had to ignore Ted who said: "Please take it personally" and even seemed to want to assist with the packing. Fond Sigh you see he is always thinking of me!
Tina Magee (née Wallace) Click here to contact me
Texas, United States Friday, April 25, 2003 at 18:31:32 (UTC)
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Tina
What mutu are you on ?
Peter
Some people are never satisfied, I agreed to make your town part of the Universe and heaped the title of Black Hole on your little dorp but now I get nothing but back chat in return.
I read that exposure to lead in the water causes severe memory loss but I did not know that it also had powerful hallucinatory powers.
Yeah I heard about the lead mine, the old bones, the big tree stump and even saw the petrol pump myself. But how can that compare to Nkana with its multiple gigantic slimes dams and glowing slag heap ? And who else can be more famous than our Dave ? - without the brilliance of this Nkana boy you would have no Great North Road.(The Founder is away on a language course just now and no doubt will have a few choice new words to use on you lot when he returns).
Having received a four measly photos over the last two years and no sign of a proper map I can only think the worst - that you lot are all woolley imposters from the Outback.
Mwizenge
The reason for a "railhead" at Broken Hill was probably because all the sleepers were acquired by the few inhabitants for firewood. They eventually broke through when the concrete version was invented to solve the problem.
Craig - pull the plug and send them back down-under!
Arthur
Arthur Steevens Click here to contact me
Stockport, United Kingdom Friday, April 25, 2003 at 16:46:32 (UTC)
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CJ, Charlie, Tina, Arthur
When I was a young punk in Form II at Chizongwe Secondary School in Chapata in the mid 1960s, I never knew that I would be teaching about the Broken Hill man in my anthroplogy class here in America today. That was never my dream. My memories of Broken Hill/Kabwe are very vivid. I first visited Broken Hill in 1967 with my dad. My uncle worked in the town and lived "kumayadi" just nest to train trucks. So we visited them. We rode the train from Broken Hill to Kitwe at 4:00 am. So we spent the night at the railway station. At that time, Broken Hill was a major railway "headquarters" because the shunting by half a dozen engines was constantly noisy and going on all night. The romantic sounds of the last steam engines, the loud whistles that pierced the dark night with hazy street lights, still ring in my head to this day. There was a small "hill" behind the railway lines opposite the station. Is this where they found the skull of the Broken Hill man? I wondered about this at that time since we were already learning about this in our African history classes. The train ride from Broken Hill to Kitwe was the most memorable. The steam engine chugged along, whistled as we rode through farms, scattered savannah trees and grass valleys, and stopped to buy guavas, egg sandwisches, cocacola, scones, vitumbuwa while leaning from our third or fourth class windows to sellers on the ground. That was the last of the steam engines. I did ride the new diesel-engine trains after that from Livingstone to the Copperbelt. But it was never the same without that steam engine. I know it contriubted to thick pollution from the black smoke fumes from burning coal. When I tell stories here to audiences and children I still describe the "steam engine train" and that memorable ride. If some of you lisetend to the home service of radio Zambia in the early 1960s, you may remember a famous song from the Senga of Petauke about the train. The second verse of the song goes like this:
Nayima Nayima Newo Nayima
Nayima Nkaone njanje ningafwe
Osayiwona Mayeee Eeeeehhhh!!!
"I am leaving on a journey
To see the train before I die."
By the way Alick Nkhata sung this song and there isa CD that I bought several years ago. I have listened to it since then.
My formative years have been in so many places; but Chizongwe Secondary School in Chipata is probably the one that had the most impact on my life. This was a boys secondary school. My class mates and I and anyone who is from Chizongwe will remember that dating and walking in the streets of Chipata on Saturday morning with those gorgeous girls from St. Monica's Secondary School was the coolest thing. Almost 30 years later, many classmates including my friend who is now an Aircraft Maintanance Engineer in Lusaka, still falls in love with any woman who wears a white blouse and blue skirt i.e St. Monica's Girls School uniform. We all wish we had married a girl from St. Monica's. Shhhh, don't tell my wife in case she already doesn't know. My wife is not from St. Monica's. Not too many of my classmates married our girl friends from St. Monica's. You should know that when a girl is 17 years old and the boy is also 17 years old, the girl is usually much more mature. So she marries someone older. Well, I hope this gives you some ideas about where my mind was during those formative years!!
Incidentally, there was the most impressionable Headmaster at Chizongwe Secondary school; Mr. J. S Mei who was a South African colored. Anyone who was at Chizongwe at the time has some fond memories and perhaps some not so fond memories of him. He was well liked. I have never known anyone who exumed such self confidence and tremendous sense of humor. He made some of our white teachers from Europe weep when he narrated his horendous experiences living under apartheid as a young colored boy growing up in South Africa. Would anyone know Mr. J.S Mei or may be his family in South Africa? He was at Chizongwe from 1966 to about 1969?!
Mwizenge Tembo Click here to contact me
Virginia, United States Friday, April 25, 2003 at 16:30:05 (UTC)
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GERAINT PHILLIPS.
nice suprise hearing from you,stephen & verity + 2 are fine i didnt know that sandy came from Mkushi, in fact i didnt think anyone came from there, its as bad as coming from broken hill, oh does anyone remeber Kath & Dusty Rhodes from brokenhill, aunt Kath worked in the hospital & Dusty worked for the railways, in the 50s & 60s
Terry Hunt Click here to contact me
Randburg, South Africa Friday, April 25, 2003 at 15:32:17 (UTC)
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Irvine Jameson, Carl Paterson, Tony Lawrence
Happy Birthday
Heather Chalcraft (née Bender) Click here to contact me
Lusaka, Zambia Friday, April 25, 2003 at 12:47:14 (UTC)
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Tina and Arthur....
Bite your tongues!!!!!!!!!
Broken Hill is, will be and ALWAYS has been the centre of the Universe. It has the most intelligent beautiful women, the most intelligent and cutest men (note the word intelligent appears twice here...) and our skull is world famous. I mean who has ever heard of Nkana - with my apologies to our esteemed founder.....
Even at our neighbours bar - Indaba - it is accepted that Broken Hill is the centre of the universe and not Que Que!
Peter Dielissen Click here to contact me
Fredericton, New Brunswick, Canada Friday, April 25, 2003 at 08:24:25 (UTC)
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Charlie and Shelagh,
A very belated Happy Birthday to the two of you. I'd forgotten you were the same day as Daffy, Charlie, how come we get on so well?
GNR reunion in September.
I was listening to the radio this morning and caught the tail end of a travel expo to be held at the Sandton Convention Centre, promising incredible discounts etc etc. (Missed the date, but think it could be this weekend).
Is there anyone out there who would like to join me at the expo, and maybe we'd meet up with a travel agent who could give us "South Africans" a good deal - as currently, the prices I'm receiving are horrific?
I have photos of my Mom with Chiripula - shall send them to you Charlie, if I may, and you can put them on the web. She had a wonderful afternoon, drinking tea with him and the princess.
Have a great weekend everyone.
Elspeth Lloyd (née Robertson) Click here to contact me
Blairgowrie, Johannesburg, South Africa Friday, April 25, 2003 at 06:46:39 (UTC)
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Errata in message below:
For "neucleus is big enough" read "molecule is already tiny". For "brain" read "lacking concentration". But I'm sure you get the general drift.
Tina Magee (née Wallace) Click here to contact me
Texas, United States Friday, April 25, 2003 at 01:07:34 (UTC)
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Dangerous, I know, but I was idly thinking again and it resulted in the following hypothesis*.
When we are talking Universe, Zambia itself is quite small enough without getting into towns - that's sort of splitting atoms when the nucleus is big enough as it is. So obviously Zambia is the center of the Universe and all parts of it are therefore equally eligible.
*Hypotheses are usually but not always documents created by bored hyppos looking to graduate from the Kafue and Luangwa to the Zambezi. Oh dear, out of my medicine again. Must go and pick some up.
Tina Magee (née Wallace) Click here to contact me
Texas, United States Friday, April 25, 2003 at 00:27:52 (UTC)
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Charlie
Until I get a map of Broken Hill (Northern Rhodesia) for the site how can anyone believe it really ever existed ?
Therefore we must all assume you are an Australian until you can come up with the goods.
Time for a rummage in you luggage.
Arthur
Arthur Steevens Click here to contact me
Stockport, United Kingdom Thursday, April 24, 2003 at 22:20:43 (UTC)
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Mwizenge Tembo....
Not bad for a Virginian. Not bad at all! Thanks you for a most informative response. And to think that Arthur almost had me banned from this site because I believe that "Broken Hill/Kabwe is the 'Centre of the Known Universe'".
I've just read Ian Singer's last site update of the "NR Journal" with a tribute to JS's funeral. Apart from JS's name - the only other names I recognize are David Brooks, Metcalf-Waltons, Cruikshank and Andrew Thatcher (Arthur - for your personal info - all from BH). Mwizenge - where did you spend your formative years?
Johnny G....
You would've hated every minute of how I spent my birthday!
Regards
CJ
Charles Cartmill Click here to contact me
Pinelands, Cape Town, South Africa Thursday, April 24, 2003 at 21:42:21 (UTC)
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Charles, Victor
Regarding how the name "Chirupula" may have been derived. "rupula" is a verb in Nyanja, Tumbuka, Chewa, that means "to thrash or beat up someone thoroughly". The victim may have bruises all over, cuts, blood, broken body parts etc. This is very different from a normal middle of the run beating. "Chi" is the prefix that turns the verb "rupula" into a noun or the name: "Chirupula". Caution must be used though in interpreting the origin of the name or any name literally. Sometimes the use of the name "Chirupula" may have been used in a metaphorical sense. i.e he may never have actually inflicted actual serious harm on individuals but it could have been a mere reputation of his fierce character. On the other hand, it may be actually true that he did beat up, or shambock people or someone thoroughly. For example, it is not unusual in everyday conversation when someone who is angry at someone to threaten and to say: "Nizakurupula!!!" "I will beat you up throughly". Often, they don't really mean but its only a manner of speech.
Mwizenge Tembo Click here to contact me
Virginia, United States Thursday, April 24, 2003 at 20:41:21 (UTC)
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Hello Heather, Ron, Alix, Johnny G, Arthur .... et al .....
Thank’s for all the kind birthday wishes last Friday. I apologise for not responding earlier, but I took the opportunity to visit my parents in Mossel Bay over the Easter weekend. It was great having the whole family together again.
Cousin Shelagh -- a belated birthday greeting for the 19th.
Victor -- your current speculation on the derivation of "Chirupula" got me thinking (and maybe Mwizenge Tembo can help us here). We know from JS’s books that he got this title from having some rural chiefs thrashed on behalf of the tardiness of their men. "Pula" means "rain". I wonder if it’s not a reference to the way the punishement was meted out -- something like: "the ‘chikoti’ (sjambok) fell like rain"! Many will recall the passbook called "isistupha". How many of us know that "isistupha", in Zulu, means "thumb"? An obvious reference to the bearer’s thumbprint on his passbook. Ironically enough, my firearms licenses bear thumbprints. They’re all identical, but I know they’re not mine -- not enough scars from decades of cutting biltong.
Arthur... I'll get back to you w.r.t. sorting out the "wrinkles"!
Regards
Charles Cartmill Click here to contact me
Pinelands, Cape Town, South Africa Thursday, April 24, 2003 at 14:37:44 (UTC)
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I have just bounded into my abwana and called him my Chipeshamano. (Presumably you can use that term for either sex?) After receiving the explanation he was nice enough to say I confound his thinking too...(?)
What a lot of great wear we have got out of Linda's Dad's kapatula.
Tina Magee (née Wallace) Click here to contact me
Texas, United States Thursday, April 24, 2003 at 05:33:43 (UTC)
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Tina,
What are some of the favorite names Zambians call someone they love? Njabi was very popular in the late 1960s. There was an apparently scandalous song who lyrics included njabi which was eventually frowned down on. Chibamu was what Zambian Bemba men called women lovers. There was a song by the "Kasama Bantu Stars" sung in the early 1960s that included in the lyrics;"Na Chibamu chakwe basenda. Mwilasenda banakashi benu kuwarwa". My most favorite is when a man will call a woman he loves deeply: "Chipeshamano" meaning "one who confounds my thinking" or "one who obliterates all the sense I have". I think it feels that way when a man loves a woman so deeply.
One of the ones I find interesting is "Bwana" and "Dona" used to refer to the white man and woman of the house in the colonial days. But many Zambians have approprited this term now where "aBwana" refers to the husbands of man of the house and "Dona" refers to the wife or woman of the house as endearing terms. I miss the Lusaka conversations that go: "Kansi aDona banu balipo?" Is your Dona around?
Mwizenge Tembo Click here to contact me
Virginia, United States Thursday, April 24, 2003 at 03:58:49 (UTC)
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If you live in the Western world, you have seen many Hollywood romantic movies and read romantic novels, you probably believe one thing: the best way to express love and romantic feelings is through flowers, kisses, and especially a romantic dinner by candle light. You might also believe that love and romance may not exist in other non-Western cultures. After all, aren't marriages in these non-Western cultures miserable and practically between strangers since they are arranged? Nothing could be further from the truth. Not only do single young men and women have choices, romantic love often blooms. The only exception might be that the romantic love starts and is expressed differently from the West.
Take, for example, among the Tumbuka tribe of Eastern Zambia in Southern Africa. The single young women in the village are known as mbeta and they all sleep in the nthanganeni; a house or hut for young single women. On the other hand, young single men are known as jaha and they sleep in the mphala; a hut for single young men. When the time to seek a marriage partner comes, a jaha (young man) will dress at his best and walk often for miles to a village where he knows there is a particular mbeta; young woman he either knows or has heard about through the grape vine to be attractive and eligible for marriage. Once he arrives at the village, he is shown nthanganeni (single women's hut) and word quickly travels around that he has come, say for Jane. There is tremendous excitement in the village as children are sent and gleefully scramble to fetch Jane who might be bathing and drawing water at the river. Once Jane learns that there is a Jaha waiting for her in the nthanganeni, she goes boncous with sheer excitement and anticipation. How is she going to do her hair. What dress will she wear? Is he handsome? Will she like him?
Once the two see each other and if their chemistry is just right, it might be love at first sight in which case electrical sparks will fly. But quite often they may find there is no mutual attraction and either one of them could back off. But if there is attraction and she accepts the proposal, the period of romantic love and courtship begins. This is the period of romantic love which is full of drama and has many legendary stories among the Tumbuka people.
Because the two lovers cannot stand being away from each other, there have been kusomphola (elopements). Depending on the distance between the villages, he might visit her practically everyday. The two of them are allowed to spend hours alone in the nthanganeni (single young women's hut). Meals, often of nshima with delicious chicken, are served to the two lovers by the woman's family. Since any sex is taboo before marriage, the romance is even more intense and blissful. Stories say that lovers stare and gaze into each other's eyes lovingly, smile, act silly with one another, and playfully feed each other. Passers-by can hear loud hearty laughter, conversations in low tones, giggling, and silence. Giggling, noisy, and snoopy kids are shooed away from outside the hut so that the couple can have privacy. When the man departs later in the evening, she escorts him. The lovers might exchange chikole; a personal possession as a symbol of commitment and love for one another. The woman might give him her bangle, bracelet, her ear ring, her scarf, and perhaps traditionally most intimate, one strand of brightly colored beads from inside her waist. The man might give her his white well pressed handkerchief, or a chithumwa (small charm or love object he made he might always carry in his pocket)
Among the Tumbuka, romantically involved young women are known to become absent minded, to stare blankly into space, to lose appetite, to be tearful and lonesome. Some young women compose songs dedicated to their lover. The women sing the song while pounding corn with a pestle and mortar. Young men in love might be miserable and restless everyday and can't wait to travel to the other village to visit their lover. They might persuade their lover to elope in defiance of custom and elders. The romantic lovers are teased by their friends and relatives.
Mwizenge Tembo Click here to contact me
Virginia, United States Thursday, April 24, 2003 at 03:28:43 (UTC)
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For those with 35mm slides...
Our local Wall-Mart one hour phto charges $9.97 canadian - about $7:00us - to copy up to 40 35mm slides to a CD. Similar prices for photos. I think this is a real bargain.
You may want to check out your local Wall-Mart for prices.
Peter Dielissen Click here to contact me
Fredericton, New Brunswick, Canada Wednesday, April 23, 2003 at 20:53:21 (UTC)
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Victor
Loti was Chirupula's first or number 1 wife. In his biography 'Jungle Pathfinder' I can't recall that it mentioned her being a princess. His second wife was Mwape Chiwali a real Lala Princess.
Anyone interested in buying a copy of 'Jungle Pathfinder' by Kathaleen Stevens Rukavina should go to www.abebooks.com where they will find several copies available from as little as US$7.50. I wish I had found abebooks before I bought my copy from Atlanta Vintage books for US$35. I personally enjoyed the book and can heartily recommend it.
I am still waiting for further quotes from travel agents for the Livingstone Lark. With the Rand appreciating over the last few months from over R12 to R7.50 to the US$ we may be able to get a lower price.
Cheers - Doug
Doug Grewar Click here to contact me
Vryheid, Natal, South Africa Wednesday, April 23, 2003 at 19:21:22 (UTC)
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I wonder if anyone knows of a Kasisi Mission (Catholic nuns of the Dominican Order)just outside Lusaka, it was/is a Roman Catholic mission. I remember going there as a little boy of 7 (1951) to spend weekends whilst my father used to teach the locals motor mechanics repairs. Has anyone any pictures, items or experences of the mission.I used to go there with a polish priest named Father Walchak who I believe was killed tragically in Lusaka some 20 years ago ???
George Tokarczyk Click here to contact me
Boksburg, South Africa Wednesday, April 23, 2003 at 16:45:30 (UTC)
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Regarding J.E.Stephenson (Chirupula). We have a signed copy of his book"Chirupula's Tale" ( published 1937).
In this book he tells us that the name had two-three meanings. "the one who belabours"
"the one who beats"
"the one who beats hard".
He first became aware of his nickname in Lalaland following a case which came before him of a man who was accused of brutally beating his wife. Stephenson sentenced the man to ' twelve of the best' across bare buttocks. The Askari Corporal ( having been bribed) tried to get JES to lessen the sentence. Stephenson replied " make it twelve strokes good and hard, OR I'll have to make up any short measure on YOUR bare behind"!
It was some time after this episode that JES became aware of his nickname.
On another page Chirupula says he name could also mean ' the smiter'.
JES tells us about his African wife originally from Dedza, Ngoniland where she was known as Loti ( real name Chisimongana) and she was a Ngona Princess. She and JES married in Blantyre.
Victor Dawson Click here to contact me
Blockhouse Bay Auckland, New Zealand Wednesday, April 23, 2003 at 08:43:46 (UTC)
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Peter Siderman
Happy Birthday
Heather Chalcraft (née Bender) Click here to contact me
Lusaka, Zambia Wednesday, April 23, 2003 at 05:38:53 (UTC)
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Mwizenge
I see you've got a great topic going right out of the starting gate. Interesting info!
Heather
Really absorbing. And hope you can get all the tribes to send their stuff in soon.
What are sweet things to call your honey in any of the Zambian languages? Also can you tell within the country where someone comes from by accent as well as language? Iceland is the only country I know of that claims not to have developed different accents in different areas even though many areas were isolated from eachother in the winter months.
George
As long as it's an anorak you are hiding under and not a mac. Here one thinks of a big mac as pseudo-food, there besides rainwear it's more fun to see a big Mac as the bloke to hide behind in a Scottish pub fight or every lass's braw hairy-chested dream - though for Gill that might be a Lekker Mac. Re. Gaelic - Also the foreigner has considerations of Scottish or Irish pronunciation. Everyone has a fine opportunity to sound like the guy posing as a "Poloceman who spiks Fronch" in the English TV series "Allo! Allo!"
Bob Eglington
Your mum was patently both a very talented artist and a gorgeous mum. Thanks for sharing the painting and the story.
Ali
That reminds me - get painting, Mrs!
Artie in absentia
Thanks as always for your hard work. Hope they are biting like crazy.
Tina Magee (née Wallace) Click here to contact me
Texas, United States Wednesday, April 23, 2003 at 05:21:22 (UTC)
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Heather:
Thanks for the absolutely fascinating posting about Zambian names, etc. I really enjoyed it! How do you say "chutney" in any of the Zambian languages? He! He! (Inside joke)
Linda Hayes (née Dore) Click here to contact me
Austin, Texas, United States Tuesday, April 22, 2003 at 21:47:57 (UTC)
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Trading on Ebay
I used to trade on Ebay but haven't tried to sell anything for a couple of years. My Ebay id is Kitweboy (OK, OK, I know that it is weak but it worked for me), several thousand people viewed the 120+ items that I sold, only one, a New York gallery owner spotted the Zambian connection.
African names
After giving up playing coarse rugby I took up nerdy hobbies, genealogy being one of them. In one of my genealogical searches I found a Zambia Maxwell in the USA in circa 1866. Other names in the family included Barbary Maxwell. I found this to be intriguing as I understood that Zambia was a new word coined for the creation of a new nation in 1964. Two names with African geographical links suggest that these were possibly slaves who had been given the Maxwell surname by an overseer of that ilk. Scottish names had many variations in spelling many of them only settling into a set format in the late 19th century, many were first written by English people trying to represent what they thought was being said (some people have now taken to the Gaelic spelling of their names, they make the names of Sri Lankan cricketers look easy peasy on the pronunciation front). I'm sure that this is also likely to be the case with African names, the spelling of Sakala might be similar but the pronuciation may be very different when comparing the sound of the Finish version with the Zambian version ... still this is an intersting topic for a nerd, I'll just put my anorak on while waiting for further entries on the names and naming traditions of Zambians.
George Maxwell Click here to contact me
Edinburgh, Scotland Tuesday, April 22, 2003 at 21:02:08 (UTC)
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Zikomo. That's a much more managable size now.
Heather Chalcraft (née Bender) Click here to contact me
Lusaka, Zambia Tuesday, April 22, 2003 at 09:34:35 (UTC)
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Jurrah!
Craig Hartnett Click here to contact me
Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada Tuesday, April 22, 2003 at 09:16:39 (UTC)
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Ooops. I guess I'm going to have to get on my hands and knees again and beg Craig to sort it out or me.
Craig
It's too big. And the wrong colour!!
Heather Chalcraft (née Bender) Click here to contact me
Lusaka, Zambia Tuesday, April 22, 2003 at 08:44:50 (UTC)
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Alister Watson, Janine Ligato, Alan Olivato, Glenn Gilchrist, Geoffrey Shaw
Happy Birthday
Don't forget the
Livingstone Lark
26th - 28th September 2003
Click on the link for full details.
Doug Grewar
Definite response so far on the Livingstone Lark is very poor - about three or four people only. But I have had enquiries from about 70 people.
The package from your travel agent is very good. The cheapest I could get from the Sun was $175 per person per day, which for three nights is approximately R 4,200 and that doesn't include air fares. I wish us locals could get packages like that from them.
The bus is no problem to organise - they have different size buses available and I can book it at fairly short notice.
Mwizenge Tembo
I have a little project going at the moment where I am working with a number of people to record the different beliefs, rituals, legends etc of the Zambian people. What is written will eventually be published. We have not agreed on the final format yet, but they will probably be done in small books that can be distributed to the schools. We feel this is very important as many of the children that are growing up in the towns today have become so divorced from their roots. The interesting thing though is that only the Lozi people that I have been in contact with have responded positively. The people from the other groups have all promised but have not delivered the goods yet.
But I digress. I would be more than happy to see what we can do about your book on traditional names and will email you direct.
On the subject of names, here are two articles which I have published (one in October 2001 and the other in January 2002) on names:
The Game Of The Name by David Simpson
"I was just passing through and wanted to contact a Zambian, any Zambian. Flipping through the phonebook, I came upon Sakala. I phoned the guy, only to find he was from the Middle East some place." This is a situation that Zambians abroad frequently experience. The phone book is full of names, but it is not always a reliable guide to the person behind the name. Similarly a Finnish visitor to Zambia a few years ago was astonished to find he had several namesakes here. His name was also Sakala. I am sure readers will be interested to learn that Kunda is the 50,907th most popular surname in the United States; its frequency is 0.000%, and its percentile is 86.069 [Source CBN].
But the Zambian abroad who phones Mr Kunda may well find he is actually from Slovakia, where it is also a popular name. There are many common Zambian names which crop up in other parts of the world, and many are the Zambians who have received bewildered responses to their phone calls.
In West Virginia (USA) a Zambian checking the phone book for hotels found a Holiday Inn that was managed by a Mr Robert Moonga. But he turned out to be an Indian.
Zambian names which have simple sequences of consonants and vowels are the ones which are most frequently found elsewhere.
For example Luo is Chinese, Chiti is an Italian surname and so are Zaza and Mutolo (which is Mozambican rather than Zambian, and is even less popular in the USA than Kunda). Sata is to be found in Hungary, and also Scandinavia and Japan, while Pule, which occurs in Malta and Cameroon, is also a South Pacific name found in Tonga and New Zealand.
People with the surname Chanda may be Zambians, or they may be among those whose origins have been traced to the Czech capital of Prague. Manda, Mando and Sandala are all Slovakian names, while Daka is to be found in Hungary. Miss Chona may actually come from the Philippines. On the other hand, some popular Zambian names may occur in West Africa. Chima is Nigerian and Mawere is Ghanaian.
Names which have more complex combinations of consonants are less likely to be found outside Africa. Such combinations as an initial "Mb-" or "Mw-" are typically Eastern or Southern African.
It may be amusing when UPND national chairman Henry Mtonga visits his home province in the East and is mistaken for a Tonga because of his surname. But it has serious implications too, since that party has sometimes been accused of being tribal.
There are other situations in which one's surname may cause one inconvenience. Travellers may find immigration officers
making unjustified assumptions about your nationality on the basis of the name in your passport, if your appearance differs from their idea of what a person of that name should look like. In Zambia today there have been cases of people who have fallen under suspicion simply on the basis of their names. If you want to inconvenience or remove an opponent, it is sometimes all too easy to claim he or she is not a Zambian.
South African Human Rights Commission representative Jody Kollapen says the commission is handling many cases of unjustified discrimination. "An alarming number of people get arrested due to arbitrary criteria -- skin pigmentation, accent or surname," she says. "If your surname is Banda, police assume you are Malawian. That's problematic."
And a Lusaka Zambian whose name resembles an Indian surname complained on ZNBC TV recently that she had been denied a bursary because the authorities thought she was Indian. The same problem had affected her when she applied for a job.
Another Zambian, the adopted daughter of another Zambian who is of English origin, recently had problems applying for a national registration card. The registration officer insisted on a Zambian name. The problem has been compounded by the fact that the girl now has a child whose father isunknown. All very well but the unofficial name could cause many problems later in life.
But the most alarming manifestation of this problem has been seen following the 11 September terrorist attack on the USA. People in the USA with Arabic-sounding names have been unjustly targeted for telephone abuse and even physical attacks. This is even though they may have been born in the USA and have been citizens of that country for many years. It reminds one of the Hitler years when people with Jewish names were singled out and attacked.
So examples abound. They may sometimes be amusing, and sometimes deadly serious, but the important lesson we have to learn from them is that we should not judge a person on the basis of external evidence alone. People are people, and names are merely convenient tags to help us distinguish one from another. We should do what we can to prevent them being taken in vain.
Names are Much More Than Identity Tags by Flexon M. Mizinga
It was interesting to read David Simpson’s article "The Game of the Name" in the October issue of the Lowdown. I agree with him that some of the names we think are typically Zambian are also found elsewhere. Until recently I had always thought my name Mizinga, which means constant falls, was only found among the Tonga of southern Zambia. When I inquired why my father was given this name I was told that he constantly fell when he was learning to walk. There is a similar name, Cizinga, among the Chewa people of eastern Zambia, which means gun. Last November I visited Fort Jesus in Mombassa, Kenya where I learnt that Mizinga means guns. But in Tanzania the same name means beehive.
However, I do not agree "names are merely convenient tags to help us distinguish one from another." A critical investigation reveals that names are much more than tags to carry an individual’s identity. Some names given to pets, for instance are meant to guide human conduct in society. In my article "Communication through Dogs’ Names" which was published in the SADCAMM News, 2, 1, 1996 I argued that some of the names the Tonga of southern Zambia give to their dogs were intended to convey specific messages. There are names intended to correct an individual’s undesirable behaviour or to win people’s sympathy, or to register a complaint about somebody or something. I gave an example a name like Munzi wabunjaka (Home or village of quarrelsome people). The people in the village are always quarrelling even on trivial issues and the person naming the dog is complaining about the state of affairs. In Lozi you find dogs’ names like Sabalumenyo which means do not be deceived by one’s smile. In Bemba you find names like Kanonibo which refers to selfish people.
A. W. Chitauka in his book Uli Muzubonzi [What is your Clan?] tells us that among the Tonga there are clan names such as Muntanga, Muchindu, Muzyamba and so on. When you meet someone with a clan surname you immediately know that person’s paternal lineage clan. Most of the clan names are derived from animal clans. For example Mudenda is elephant clan among the people of southern Zambia; so is Nsofu in northern Zambia and Dhlovu (or Njovu) in the eastern part of Zambia. Chitauka also tells us that there are names unique to a particular lineage. These give family cohesion and identity. For example if I meet someone called Katulo I would want to know more about him/her because there are chances that we are related. The belief in the existence of protective ancestral spirits also influences the naming of children at birth. Names of the deceased family members are given to the newly born not only for protection and blessing from the spirit of their departed ancestors but to perpetuate the family name as well.
There are names that are given to denote an occurrence that coincided with the birth of that person. Names like Chikwikwi (locusts) in Tonga denote that that person was born during the locusts' invasion. Nalishebo in Lozi denotes that one was born in a year when there was famine while Sililo and Malilwe in Lozi and Tonga respectively mean that one’s birth coincided with a funeral in the family or within the locality. If the family had difficulty in conceiving and had to undergo treatment before conceiving, they may give the baby a name like Michelo among the Tonga and Sitali among the Lozi . Others denote the time or season when one was born. For example, Busiku in Tonga and Wamuwi in Lozi denote that one was born at night while Mainza and Miyoba in Tonga indicate that one was born during the rainy season. Among the people of southern Zambia a baby who gets the name Nchimunya which means "as before" denotes that baby’s sex is the same as the sex of the previous one while Mutinta denotes that the baby has broken the sex line of the previous births in that family. Among some ethic groups in northern Zambia such as Mambwe, Namwanga and Lungu there are names that have gender connotations. Names like Sinyangwe, Sikazwe, Simusamba and Mulengo are for men while female names are prefixed with na as Nanyangwe, Nakazwe, Namusamba and Nalengo.
There are also historical names. Some people name their children to remember a historical episode or epoch. In the 1950s and 1960s it was common for people to give names of Zambia renown nationalists like Kaunda, Chona, Nkumbula, Kapwepwe, Munukayumbwa,Kamanga and many others to identify themselves with the liberation struggle. In the 1940's names like Hitler and Mussolini were given to remember the impact of the Second World War.
British colonialism had a remarkable influence on names found in Zambia today. Some local names were distorted. For example, when the railway line passed through a place then known as Munakalomo the name was shortened as Kalomo. Choma was originally Munzi wa kudima cooma derived from drumming because there were regular celebrations in that village. What is today Muzoka was originally Nabuzoka. Moonze lost one vowel and became Monze. The name Jembo Mission was derived from the original name jembe (big axe). The name Kariba was derived from the original name Kaliba which means trap in reference to the death of people when the bridge collapsed during the construction of the hydro electrical power at the Kariba Bridge in 1957. Kariba
Bridge was now viewed by the local people as a trap.
Christianity insisted on names of those believed to be saints before baptism. This sometimes symbolised acceptance of Jesus as personal saviour for one being baptised or one interceding for one being baptised. Some people gave forenames from the west to combine with local surnames as in Simon Mwelwa, Mary Samuhata, Richard Gondwe, Charles Mubita and so on. Some nice sounding English words were given as forenames as in Merit Mwanza, Memory Moonga, Pardon Chansa. There are those names given to denote emotional appreciation of the birth of a baby as in Precious Kakusa, Given Mbewe, Luck Mweene. Some western names were distorted by Africans. Names like Margaret, Paul, Catherine, Andrew were mispronounced as Mangalita, Paulu, Katalina, Andulo respectively.
In conclusion one can argue that in Zambia names are given to denote many cultural issues including the following: guiding human conduct; manifestation of family experience especially tragic occurrences; belief in the power of ancestral spirits; acceptance of Christianity; tracing one’s lineage; perpetuation of family names. There is a lot that we can learn from the names Zambians give to their children and pets.
Flexon M. Mizinga is the Director of Moto Moto Museum, Mbala
About the mission at Katete - one of my father's 'cousins' was a missionary at Katete, having arrived there in the early 20's or 30's. At the time, they walked from Broken Hill to Katete. She left in about 1967, returned to South Africa and died shortly after that. Her name was Lettie Swanepoel. The only time I met her was when she passed through Lusaka on her way back to South Africa, but she told us some interesting stories. But being on seven at the time, I don't remember any of them, just remember being absolutely spellbound by what she was telling us.
I have just pulled out the book 'Loanwords in Silozi, Cinyanja and Citonga' which is about words that have been taken from English (and a few other languages) and now form part of those languages. I used it for one of the April Fools article in the Lowdown. Epulelu is the word for April and Blulaifulu is bloody fool. But this book gives a number of names which have been adopted and adapted. In Lozi we have (amongst others) Filipi for Philip, Jemusi for James and Pitolosi for Peter. In Cinyanja, Kolina for Caroline, Chalesi for Charles and Joji for George. I shall have to type up a list of some of the words.
Heather Chalcraft (née Bender) Click here to contact me
Lusaka, Zambia Tuesday, April 22, 2003 at 08:41:12 (UTC)
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Guy Hobbs
Your memory is as sharp as ever Guy! By the way, that first movie shown at the Astra was "I Was a Male War Bride" with one of the main characters having to impersonate a female soldier. Can't recall the rest of the plot. Another point, and this is hearsay as I was a very late developer!!, but the place to be was the back row upstairs! The back row downstairs had a cross aisle behind it with too much traffic for comfort if you weren't watching the movie. Re watching movies more than once, I recall seeing "High Noon" three times in one day because I was fascinated by the movie's construction. So much for my misspent youth! Somewhere in my late Mom's things I have a copy of the commemorative programme for the Astra's opening - I will have to dig around and scan it in for the GNR.
Go well
David Gray Click here to contact me
South Africa Tuesday, April 22, 2003 at 08:35:31 (UTC)
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I have just spent most of this evening catching up on the Bulletin Board. Thanks to Terry Hunt for replying to my message about the Sporrting Club of Nkana/Italian Club.
What a wonderful lot of photographs and stories!
I was particularly intrigued by the history of the Mindola Dam and had forgotten that it was enlarged prior to our arrival in Kitwe. After the Muf disaster the Rokana management decided to check out the stability of the slimes comprising the Mindola dam wall, and asked us, the ZAMS geologists, to supply the labor to dig an inspection pit.
Normally our prospect pits were 27-33" in diameter, and anything up to 100 ft deep (60 feet was the legal max, but we were competitive and a little reckless). Small diameter holes like this required no shoring (in fact, in 1971 I dug a 2'x3' cross-cut 25 feet beneath the main railway line into SOB shaft, and forgot when working late that at 3.00 pm they would blast 450 feet directly beneath me. THAT was an interesting experience!). I'll send some pictures one day.
Anyway, these specs were too small and too dangerous for the mining engineers' test pit, and they insisted also on building a headgear so that they could lower a 5 foot diam. cylindrical steel liner into "their" pit. We had terrible trouble stopping the tailings running in beneath the cylinder, and what should have been a half-day job became a four day job. Finally all was ready and a young engineer went down, and promptly passed out from breathing CO2. This was a constant problem for us, too, but bunging a burning sheet of newspaper down our pits induced circulation and cured the problem. Not this time: the pit was too wide; it was also too narrow to get the fellow out of once he'd succumbed, and we had an awful few minutes.
The mine safety managament almost shut down exploration over that incident! Professional relations were also strained for a while, along the lines of "Those geologists are dangerously crazy" and "Never let an engineer get involved, the whole project will get messed up"!
John
John Berry Click here to contact me
Austin, Texas, United States Tuesday, April 22, 2003 at 06:29:27 (UTC)
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Peter,
Thanks for the travel tip. I must keep that in mind. Ten bucks to buy a piece of memorabilia to trade for an upgrade sounds like a brilliant idea to me. I have not done any buying or selling on eBay, but I did register a long time ago. A friend of mine used to (and plans to again) do a lot of buying and selling there, but I've never heard him talk of "sniping". I'd be interested in hearing about it via e-mail.
Craig Hartnett Click here to contact me
Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada Tuesday, April 22, 2003 at 00:43:40 (UTC)
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I had a chance to browse through the GNR and I have been tremendously impressed with what I have seen. I have liked the discussion about Zambian indegenous names and nicknames. When my father was training as a teacher at Katete Teacher Training College in 1958, they were taught by a British man whose name was "Badinozi". The Zambians thought he had a "bad nose" or he called himself "Budnous". This was a Dutch Reformed Church Mission station. My father and mother recall having their best and happiest days when they were stationed at Katete and I may have been about 4 years old. They have very fond memories of the "whites" or muzungu they knew there as well as my father's African classmates. Does anyone know people who may have been at Katete Teacher Training College from 1957 to 1959? I would like to find out more about my parents' experiences. I have seen the only black and white photograph of me standing with my dad. He is wearing his blazer jacket and my little hand is holding on to his hand.
I have been doing research into Zambian traditional names during the last 20 years. I have a manuscript titled: "What is Your Name?: Tumbuka, Chewa, Ngoni, Nsenga, and Tonga Zambian Traditional Names". I have done this research in Eastern and Southern Provinces of Zambia. In 1988, my aim was to continue the research among the Lozi in Western Province, and swing through North-Western, Copperbelt, Luapula and then among the Bemba in Northern Province. But then I left Zambia. If you would like to contribute suggestions or participate in this project, let me know. Would anyone be willing to publish this manuscript? There are 312 traditional Tonga names and 571 names from the Eastern Province. My wife and I consulted the manuscript when we gave our three boys Zambians traditional names.
Mwizenge Tembo Click here to contact me
Virginia, United States Monday, April 21, 2003 at 16:21:43 (UTC)
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Barry Morton,
Thanks so much for the Mufulira photos. I jumped on the Muf airport several times and landed right where the photo was taken, and then adjourned into the bar. Naturally. Those days, if one survived, it was an occasion for several potables.
Bill
William Knott Click here to contact me
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada Monday, April 21, 2003 at 14:12:04 (UTC)
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Ian Game et al
Here's the link to the Mailship Windsor Castle Project if any of you have the odd 20 million burning a hole in your pocket.
Have you also seen the official Union Castle web page ?
The one I like best is the All at Sea site for some fantastic pics and a large set of the old sepia style Union Castle ship postcards. The "pop up" ads are a pain in the backside on this site so make sure you have a pop-up stopper installed on your PC if you hate adverts as much as I do.
I have a good high quality photo of the Windsor Castle in Southampton Water which I can e-mail to any member on request. I can't post it here because of copyright issues.
Guy Hobbs
Thanks Guy for the info on the Astra - I will search the Rhokana Reviews around that date to see if anything was mentioned then.
Tina
Ooops - If anyone sends me an e-mail with pics I normally assume it's for the board. That is of course unless it's from Johnny.
Bob Eglington
I posted your article up without reading it in depth - I was more concerned with depleting the ever increasing queue of stuff waiting to go up. However having read it this morning after Tina commented on it in an e-mail to me today I would like to add to her praise of your brilliant story about the painting your mum did for you. Thanks for sharing it with us.
Gone fishing
Arthur
Arthur Steevens Click here to contact me
Stockport, United Kingdom Monday, April 21, 2003 at 10:34:54 (UTC)
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Hi Ian...
There is lots of Union Castle and Safmarine stuff on sale at E-Bay as well as Northern Rhodesia and Zambian memorabilia (especially stamps and kwachas). Every now and then a gem will appear.
I have bought 100+ items on e-bay without any issues. I use Paypal to pay - very easy to use and secure with your credit card. Never had any problems in not getting the stuff or it not being as advertized.
I have purchased a whole collection of Trans Canada Airlines (the old Air Canada) memorabilia from the thirties and forties such as timetables, brochures, advertisements, post cards, articles etc etc on e-bay. Most of the stuff was bought for between $1 and $10 Canadian.
I have been very succesful in using these to "trade" for an upgrade to Executive First class at either the airport checkin or at the gate. So far my wife and I have flown to Europe twice, Hawaii and Florida once each on "back of the plane seat sale prices" in Executive First. The secret is to find the "mature" staff who tend to be more interested in this kind of stuff than the younger ones.
In order to obtain e-bay items at the lowest possible cost you have to learn how to "snipe". Learning how to snipe will save you many, many $$$$. I'll gladly share my experiences with anybody who is interested.
Peter Dielissen Click here to contact me
Fredericton, New Brunswick, Canada Monday, April 21, 2003 at 09:37:02 (UTC)
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I found this article in the Times of London yesterday which may be of interest. I don't recall ever using the Windsor Castle (our last trip back in Nov '64 was on the Rhodesia Castle) but it would be nice to have a look round an old ship like this.
Ian
London Times 20 April 2003
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Death of tycoon raises fears for mailship's future
By Jon Ashworth
THE death of John Latsis, the Greek shipping billionaire, could spell the end
for one of the last great Union-Castle mailships, the Windsor Castle. A group of
British enthusiasts is trying to raise funds to buy the ship, which is laid up
in Eleusis Bay, near Athens. Mr Latsis bought the vessel after the mailship
services were withdrawn in 1977. He had long had a sentimental attachment to the
ship, which he renamed Margarita L after one of his daughters. With his death,
it is feared that the Latsis shipping corporation would be prepared to sell the
vessel for scrap.
The ship is for sale at £2.5 milliOn, which is near her scrap value. A purchaser
would have to raise another £20 million to £30 million to cover towing and
refitting, making it likely that the ship will soon be heading to the breaker's
yard.
Union-Castle was part of British & Commonwealth, owned by the Cayzer family. The
Cayzers famously sold out three days before Black Monday in October 1987 and
have since pooled their interests in Caledonia Investments.
The former Windsor Castle is one of the few l960s British passenger/cargo liners
to survive in near-unaltered condition. While it would be impractical to re-enter her
to service, enthusiasts hope to berth her at a British port as a reminder for
future generations.
The plan is to use the ship as the centrepiece for a museum celebrating
Britain's nautical heritage. Built by Cammell Laird in 1959, the Windsor Castle,
at 36,000 tonnes, was the last big passenger ship to be built on Merseyside. She
was the biggest and most famous of the Union-Castle mailships that sailed
between Southampton and the Cape.
Ian Game Click here to contact me
United Kingdom Monday, April 21, 2003 at 08:00:57 (UTC)
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Arthur,
The Astra was opened I think in 1951. I know it was on the 14th July (my brothers birthday) and the first film was Cary Grant in I was a War Bride, this was followed on the Tuesday and Wednesday by I Wonder who is Kissing Her Now with June Haver and Dan Daily. Then on the Thursday, Friday and Saturday it was the The Black Swan with Tyron Power and Linda Christian (my birthday). This was quickly followed by Only Three came Home with Claudett Colbert.
Those were the days. Sorry to correct David Gray but the back row, downstairs Saturday morning movies was not the place if you wanted to watch the film no need to elaborate those who did know what it was for. If it was a
particularly good movie we also paid a second time to catch the flick.
Guy Hobbs
Guy Hobbs Click here to contact me
Tunbridge Wells, Kent, United Kingdom Sunday, April 20, 2003 at 22:29:18 (UTC)
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Pat, Chirapula married a Lala Princess, so your supposition sounds about right, he must have been related to the tribe.
Regards Johnny.
Johnny Click here to contact me
Scarborough, United Kingdom Sunday, April 20, 2003 at 14:55:49 (UTC)
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Dear Artie
I was nattering with Ali just now when she made me aware that the St. Paddy pics were posted. I had sent 'em round to a bunch of people in email as an informal catch up of our news never dreaming for a minute that they would find their way on the GNR.
....Imagine my surprise.
Oh well, since they are there, I reinforce the sentiments and hope you all enjoy 'em.
Tina Magee (née Wallace) Click here to contact me
Texas, United States Sunday, April 20, 2003 at 10:08:13 (UTC)
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Johnny - Gosh, who on earth would have thunk it? My ghast is completely flabbered to find this picture of drowsy kitties is the learned picture of your musical instruments. I honestly don't think anyone had a clue. Wow, isn't that interesting? Leaves one sort of, well, almost catatonic ;-))
We always had cats in Zambia. On the farm at Botha's Rust from the mid-1950's my mother, fresh out to the Bundu became the local St. Francis of Assisi for cats. I honestly don't know where they all came from but they knew a patsy when they saw one. We ended up catering to 16 outside cats. One of them got in one day and left a highly perfumed calling card on my Dad's pillow. Sadly my parents then told me the population had to be (pardon the pun) farmed out. I suspect more than a couple were finally dispatched to kitty heaven but you don't tell that to your impressionable 6-year-old.
Soon after, the remaining three kittens were promoted to house cats. We used to hear hyenas on the land and even a leopard once in a while but the cats seemed well able to take care of themselves. We had one lean marmalade one with siamese eyes and voice that loved avocado and also opened doors by jumping at the type of door handles that you could press down on. I remember them growling themselves silly over wriggling mouthfuls of wolf spider and shed lizard tail. My mother gave them gloriously silly names like "Peter Pom-Pom" commonly known as "Pomps" but whatever you called them they still turned up for dinner.
Again about the same time an African turned up at the farm with a basket on the back of his bike containing a bush baby. Mum immediately bought it off him and a two story meat safe with flyscreen on three sides was pressed into service as an emergency cage. The bush baby surveyed us in mournful misery for 24 hours until we all trooped down to the river and released it whereupon it shot off into the trees at warp speed.
A little after that my parents decided to move into town having found a rental house on Maxwell Road. So leaving the Bush Baby to bore all the other bush babies with his oft-repeated escape story, we took the cats into town to terrorise urban lizard and spider populations.
Tina Magee (née Wallace) Click here to contact me
Texas, United States Sunday, April 20, 2003 at 08:58:26 (UTC)
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Pat
I suspect Chirupula is a corruption of Chilupula. I think you are right. The word probably comes from the Lala people of Mkushi/Serenje who are connected to the Bemba. The r consonant is not liberally used in the core Kola languages.
Chi is usually short for Ichi and is often used as a prefix in the way you suggest. There are however words that defy this rule. Chimbusu in Bemba or Chimbuzi in Nyanja/Chechewa, is one example.
I think we need help from Professor Kashoki.
Chisanga Puta-Chekwe Click here to contact me
Burlington, Ontario, Canada Sunday, April 20, 2003 at 01:32:43 (UTC)
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Hi Doug and Co,
A wild guess! could Chirupula come from the Lala a tribe spread across Mkushi/Serenje famed for sitting on the wrong side of the branch when chopping it down thus the name Lala.
Also does the prefix chi/ch/che (help me) mean "language of"
as in chibemba and in particularly chimboossi (excuse frenetics?) the language of the goat to discribe lavatory.
Any ideas?
Pat
Pat McEnery Click here to contact me
Bromley, Kent, England Sunday, April 20, 2003 at 00:42:47 (UTC)
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Dawie - Congratulations on reaching the Millennium Milestone along the Great North Road !
Arthur
Northerners !
More contributions from the growing number of GNR members.
Best of all this month and first in the queue is another brilliant photo from Mike Wilson taken from the top of the CPC tower - this time a photo of the only CENTRE OF THE UNIVERSE - well for me at least. This shot overlooks Central Street and I can actually see the roof of my old house where I lived around the mid 1950's, second from the end. The Kafue is just visible and in the larger photo Mike sent me I can see the Kitwe Stream and location of the bridge over it as Central Street ends. The spot I learned all about fishing, Brenda Bleksley's house, the bush I explored with my pals. This was as far EAST as you could get in Nkana at that time, and the best place to be. The photo must have been taken some time after we left here for Riverside as the trees and bush are well thinned out in the photo.
This was my home playground, a place etched into my memory for as long as I live.
Thanks Mike you are a star !
Arthur
Hi again Arthur,

Here's the second shot from the CPC mast. The hardest job was getting the camera and tripod up the mast.
Mike Wilson
Hi Arthur:

In reply to Marge and Steve de Lange's posting,and excellent photos from the 60s, I hereby enclose further recent (April 2000) photos of Mindola Dam, picnic/braai area,

and a couple of the Bird Sanctuary and Dambo.
Some photos for possible publication on the GNR website - all of Zambian or possible Congolese art:
Three paintings:

An old one in oils on canvas by Tshisanda - we bought it about 38 years ago in Chingola, but I think it is of Katanga origin
Two more recent ones by Malunga - one char, the other watercolour bought in April 2000 outside Nchanga hotel,

Three beaten copper plaques of a hunter, a woman and a smaller image of a huntsman - also about 38 years old.
Other people must have even better examples of Zambian/Rhodesian art as treasured souvenirs - let's see some more photos in this vein.
Bob Allan
Melbourne
Arthur please put these on for me while they are topical, thanks pal.Johnny.

Here is the proof that you wanted Tina, as you can see they are exhausted from a heavy session this weekend in the village hall of the mining village of Wombwell, I deliberatley averted the camera lens as you can imagine from the rear of these pussies as it is not a pleasant sight to see, Imagine what your bottom would look like if it had been strummed on with a very rough tongue and two very tight Banjo strings for about 16 hours this weekend, hope this satisfies your curiosity Tina, and dont believe that Codswallop that little girl from Australia sent in about camera's.
Regards Johnny.
Johnny - As you know I will only post up stuff related to the homeland, be it people, places, animals, sunsets or whatever, so this one nearly went in the bin. However, I seemed to recognise something familiar in the shot and then I remembered, my Davy Crockett hat I had to make myself when my mum wouldn't buy me one from the OK Bazaars because they were too expensive. I was pretty good with a .22 airgun and the metal corrugated roof of our house was a good place to dry out the skin.
It was the best one in the street and only had one extra hole in it. If they ever come back into fashion I think I will have no shortage of material round here - not sure how I'd dry them out though.
So your hat just made the Message Board. - Arthur
Arthur, I wonder if anyone remembers Andrew Hayward who ran a photography business in Kitwe.

He gave me this knife when he sold me my first Pentax SLR, and got me started in a lifelong hobby.
Dave Hounsell
Thought somebody might like to see these old photos

Mufulira guest house circa 1940's

Hotel Mufulira circa 1940's

Flying Club Mufulira

Tenders for Sunderland flying boats on the Zambezi
Barry Morton
Arthur, herewith a photo you may not have. Anglican Cathedral taken around 1995

Regards
Alister Watson
Lusaka 1950-2001
Dear Arthur,
I have just realised that I never responded to your e-mail. Here are three pictures of Livingstone in 1973.

You'll recognise the main thorougfare and the Zambezi River.
Cheers for now,
Chisanga
Hi Arthur
My Dad once a year would take his students into the Northern Rhodesian country side for six weeks to carry out hands on survey work in the field. Sometimes a Farmer would pay a small fee to have his farm surveyed, where each field was laid out including gates and corner posts. Fields were all shapes and sizes to take in account the terrain and dry water beds and other potential hazards. This would all be incorporated into lessons as a challenge for the budding students to resolve. The Field trips were during the winter months so it must be February/March for I recall steaming breaths some mornings when we got up. Before starting schooling we would as a family spend the whole time at camp and once I started my school days it was only during the school holiday period that we would join Dad in the field for a two to three week period.
The camps were always very comfortable where there was no electricity. The only concession being a blue 'saucepan radio' hooked up to a largish battery for news broadcasts and evening background. I recall listening to Superman, up, up and away also Dick Tracey. Cooking was fuelled on a log fire or primus stove with lights being a 'Tilley Lamp' and hurricane lamps all fuelled with paraffin.
I am told when I was two that one morning Mom pulled back the blanket to get me up and curled up under the blanket with me was a snake. With the nights being chilly the snake must have thought it had discovered a lovely warm spot!
At a different camp, my sister and I were woken up in the middle of the night by the folks where we and our beds were covered in red ants. I recall standing to one side whilst our pyjamas were quickly removed and ants being brushed off with bare hands. The ants did not bite us for some reason but it put paid to the rest of the night. There were thousand upon thousands, a dark river meandering from out of the darkness, through the tent and on to the darkness on the other side. Sunrise next morning there was no sign of a red ant, only the ones stepped upon during the night.
The black and white picture is of me, up a tree, wearing my Broken Hill School uniform. The other picture is of an oil painting that my mother did and I imagine that the black and white picture gave her part of the camp scene. When my parents immigrated to England Mum as a hobby took up oil painting and went to night school for a year or so. Sadly Mum developed breast cancer and she undertook to create a Rhodesian painting, one for each of here six children before succumbing 1985. This is my painting of the bush camps that I loved as a youngster. Mum loved her country, Southern Rhodesia, with so much passion and was very taken with trees and flowers.

For me it captures the Northern Rhodesia as I grew up in and the full wild beauty of it all. I attach and if you feel the picture suitable then would share this with the Northerners.
Bob Eglington
Dear GNR Friends
I wanted to get this off before more time passes.
We have alluded to our recent "Irishness" around St. Paddy's Day on the GNR. Here is some pictorial evidence of what the Magee family has been getting up to. Firstly ignore the printed dates on the picture. I must redo or remove the date settings.
The pictures with the dog and lots of curtains are setting up at Dallas Irish Fest 2003 where we help run the wolfhound booth. The boy is my 17 year old Chris, all 6 ft. 5" of him. The dog is our rescued Irish Wolfhound/Great Dane cross, Cozy. Doesn't she have the best grin? The more eagle-eyed among you may notice that I am wearing a Welsh dragon. This is because it was St. Daffyd's day, look you, and we wanted to be fair. Anno Domini none of us can do much about but a good sense of humour helps!
We have a great bit of craic every Sunday afternoon. I play celtic music informally with a gaggle of amateur musicians. My part is vocals and guitar back up. The guitar back up is simple but still like being part of weaving a carpet, divising the best background shades for the main colors and type of each individual work. This year this all turned into a last minute gig on the Jameson's Whiskey Float in the Dallas parade. Chris and Cozy came too.

My dear husband Ted gets around as much as he can but he sustained a major back injury so you will only see him in a few of the capers depicted here. He is in the third picture down in "irishness-c.jpg". He is reading quietly at the far end of the picture in a grey T-shirt with a splash of red on it.
Anyway, I hope you find this enjoyable. Here's to your health, happiness and good fortune and I hope it will not be too long until we all meet / meet again.
Tina Magee (née Wallace)
Here is some more from Hartley Heaton's Lusaka Golden Jubilee 1963 brochure.

A page about the Statue of Physical Liberty




Some advertisements from the booklet which may bring back a memory or two.
Dave Gray
Thanks for your posting on the Astra bioscope in Kitwe, do you know that date it opened? I also remember the Saturday matinees which were great, you always wanted to go back the next week to see how the hero of the day got out of predicament at the end of every episode. I missed the one where he was tied down to a conveyor belt on his way to a large timber saw.
Here's a scan from an April 1959 Rhokana Review detailing "what's on" that month at the Astra and the Rhokana bioscopes.

(Guy Hobbs - I have only six more mags left to scan from the two volumes - I will e-mail you shortly)
Mike Wilson sent me the negative of the last Astra photo and as Mike pointed out there is a quite a bit more of the Nkana Hotel car park showing on it. When I have a moment more I will see what I can do with the photo.
To those of you waiting for a response -
I hope to start on my e-mail backlog tomorrow - but please don't hold your breath, I also have a few message board messages that need a reply and I haven't forgotten.
Thanks to all for the usual brilliant contributions.
CJ - Wot another black hole !
Ha..Ha.. Happy Birthday !
Will you be at the Livingstone Lark ?
Arthur
Arthur Steevens Click here to contact me
Stockport, United Kingdom Sunday, April 20, 2003 at 00:28:47 (UTC)
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Hi All
www.nrzam.plus.com has been updated
Added Paddy Fleming to the Contributors section. Paddy's Tales are an original and diverse collection of stories, some set in Zambia, others not, but all beautifully crafted and intriguing.
The tales are entitled: Uci's Duck, Snakes and Ladders, A Christmas Journey, A Line In The Sand, Highway Robbers, Long Cat, Long Pig, Miss Chippy, The Power of the Pen, Return Ticket, Sand Storm, Saturn V, White Skulduggery, Fears and Fantasies, Flying Whips, One Sunday in November and Ox Power.
Many thanks to Paddy for agreeing to share these with us.
Regards Ian
Ian Singer Click here to contact me
Livingston, West Lothian, Scotland Saturday, April 19, 2003 at 21:57:45 (UTC)
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BRIDGET BILLANY,
Hi, I have now read your excellent article on the MUF,. copper mine. I live in coal mining country and I am interested in the local mining history, so I found your article very interesting. I also spent a large part of my working life in the company C.A. PARSONS. He was the man who invented the steam turbine. During my time there I worked on the building of transfortmers from small pole mounted types through to gigantic hi voltage power station and grid transformers. I moved on in time to the generator side of things, where I worked in the generator test department and helped to test many of the massive turbine generators that are now supplying much of the world with electricity, at one time, one of the test engineers,a man of vast international experience, told me that at any one time, there was about a quarter of the worlds copper in our factory. most of it at the time coming from the Copper belt in Rhodesia. I thought you might be interested in that fact.
Regards barribee.
Barrie Braidford Click here to contact me
Newcastle upon Tyne, England Saturday, April 19, 2003 at 19:50:44 (UTC)
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Chisanga
According to Chirupula's biography "Jungle Pathfinder" Chirupula meant 'The Thrasher'.
When he established the first Boma at Ndola he sent some of his people back to Fort Jameson to collect supplies including sugar and tea. The messengers dallied on the way back and arrived some weeks late which threw Chirupula into a rage. He thrashed them with a hippo hide sjambok, but later when he had cooled down gave them a cup of tea from the new supplies. It was their first time to taste sweet tea and they realised why he had been so cross at being deprived of this luxury.
This is where he got his name Chirupula or 'The Thrasher'. I have no idea what language it is.
Cheers - Doug
Doug Grewar Click here to contact me
Vryheid, Natal, South Africa Saturday, April 19, 2003 at 08:10:43 (UTC)
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Chisanga:
Thanks for such a good laugh on the Droopy Draws definition of "shorts that appear larger than they should be." That very aptly described my dad, and just hit my funny bone when I read it.
I've been sitting here thinking about my dad and some of the funny things that have happened with he and I. Sandra Marsh and I used to work together and I had skipped work one day, giving the reason that my dad had hurt his back on the job. The next afternoon, Sandra and I are busy typing away, and the door of the office opens and in comes my dad, doubled over, limping and looking in acute pain. I rushed over to him to see what had happened and as I got to him to help him, he got this big grin on his face and innocently said, "I hurt my back on the job... stupid!" Ha! Ha!
Linda Hayes (née Dore) Click here to contact me
Austin, Texas, United States Saturday, April 19, 2003 at 04:31:57 (UTC)
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHARLIE.......
Hope you have many more.......
Ali
Ali Key Click here to contact me
Perth, Australia Saturday, April 19, 2003 at 02:52:26 (UTC)
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Ron
One more thing. The word for "our friends" in Nyanja is anzatu and the word for Friends in Bemba is Bane. So, Goodbye friends would be Goodbye bane.
Chisanga Puta-Chekwe Click here to contact me
Burlington, Ontario, Canada Saturday, April 19, 2003 at 02:22:08 (UTC)
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Ron
I suppose the term Droopy Draws would be covered by the word "Chikaputula" in Bemba or "Chikabudula" in Nyanja. The word refers to shorts that appear larger than they should be.
Nicknames are quite common in Zambia. You will no doubt remember that Sir Stewart Gore-Brown was known as Chipembele (Rhino) by his adopted people. Stephenson was known as Chilupula. Sorry I don't know what this means.
Zambians do their best not to be impolite so they are rarely abusive when they choose a nickname. The nickname will usually reflect an idiosyncracy or a passion.
I once worked with a white colleague in Lusaka who had suffered a leg injury in his younger days that had left him with a stiff walk. He was given the nickname Chikulamwendo which roughly translates as leg dragger.
I have also met at least two Kasotes. They earned their nicknames because of their fondness for hats or caps. Kasote is the Bemba/Nyanja word for hat.
Chisanga Puta-Chekwe Click here to contact me
Burlington, Ontario, Canada Saturday, April 19, 2003 at 02:17:55 (UTC)
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Been there, done that, got the T-shirt
Now, in addition to your Nigerian 419 spam, you can have the T-shirt.
Craig Hartnett Click here to contact me
Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada Saturday, April 19, 2003 at 01:12:35 (UTC)
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Happy Birthday Charlie in Capetown.
My wife Veronica [nee' Read - born in Mufulira and a student of Lusaka Convent] is in Greyton in the Cape now, having some alterations made to a new house we have bought there.
Belated Happy Birthday to Linda in Texas.
On the subject of Kaputula - we had a Senior officer in the Police - Bernard O' who wore very long uniform shorts - we affectionately called him "Droopy Draws"
I do not recall if the African policemen gave nicknames to the European officers, but here in Hong Kong they do and not all of them are polite.
I learned quite early on in my days in the police here that my nickname was "Gum Geuk Daai" - a transliteration of my English name - the Chinese meaning being 'Gold Banded Krait" - the most dangerous and respected of all snakes here. In my early day I was a very strict disciplinarian - and one of the untouchables for those who had corrupt leanings - so it may have come from that. Towards the end of my career - I was better known as "Ah Suk" - uncle as I had come to learn that if you looked after a person and his or her family when they needed support, then people would be very happy to work with you as their boss.
But the real purpose of this message is to ask Chisanga if there is a Njanja or Bemba way of saying "Droopy Draws" and whether he knows whether nicknaes were/are in common use in NR/Zambia.
I have rally enjoyed seeing the photographs of Heather's visit to the annual waterborn migration on the wetlands that I never got a chance to see.
Also to read the detailed article on the Mining at Mufulira.
I must congratulate Ian Singer on his labour of Love with his own site and all the fascinating information that is now available to the world at the click of a button.
I was fasinated to read Paddy Fleming's note to Wane Kennerly on Rolls Royce motor cars. I wrote to him direct saying:
Interesting about those old Rolls Royces,
Pity there are no pictures of the thatched milk float,
Who lived out there beyond you who would have driven that one ? Who had the dairy cattle ?
I heard of one Rolls when I was in Lusaka that had been cut down and used to pull tree stumps out of the ground - when an axle broke Rolls Royce apparently replaced it free of charge - as nothing ever failed on a Rolls Royce in those days.
A French chap here in HK has a collection of old Rolls Royces from the HK scrap yards - they are too expensive to repair here - people just buy new ones.
The Peninsula Hotel bought a brand new fleet of Rolls' some years ago and they were flooded in the basement before they were used - they were all sold off in China and new ones bought to replace them.
Best wishes to all GNR members and a Happy Easter, which here on the coast of China co-incides with the Festival to worship the deity of all people who work on the sea "Tin Hau" - The Goddess of the Sea - who is credited with saving many lives at sea.
Last but not least, I must pay tribute to Arthur for all his great work with the photos.
Without the great and voluntary work done by all who keep the GNR site going our great tapestry of life would be missing colour.
Khalani Bwino
[I never did find a Nyanja word for 'friends']
Chisanga - can you help ?
Ron Clibborn-Dyer Click here to contact me
Hong Kong SAR, China Saturday, April 19, 2003 at 00:30:32 (UTC)
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Regarding Mr. Sardanis
"Andrew was a Greek shop owner in Chingola who eventually became a confidant of KK and had a massive rise to power after independence"
I feel constrained to comment on the above statement. In the early 1960s Andrew Sardanis had responsibility for a family owned business known as North Western Trading. The group owned a super market on Zambezi Road, the strip where our own family business had its headquarters. Another family that had a business there were the Dobkins.
Andrew did not always work from "the shop". He had an office in the light industrial area of Chingola. I remember he toured the North Western Province a great deal because the company also had trading posts in places like Mwinilunga, Balovale and Solwezi.
As for Andrew's alleged rise to power after independence, he supported the nationalist cause long before it bacame fashioanble for white Zambians to do so. Indeed he stood for UNIP, in the 1962 general election, on the national roll in, I think, Kabompo. My recollection is that he and his running mate got more than 90 per cent of the "African" vote and less than 5 per cent of the "European" vote.
Andrew continued running the ever expanding family business after Independence. He also continued to be an active supporter of UNIP and its leader. In the mid 1960s he was asked to head the Industrial Development Corporation (INDECO) with the task of negotiating state participation in key companies. He is known as the architect of the 51 per cent formula that allowed the Zambian state to acquire majority shareholding in these companies.
In ensuring that the sate had an interest in the major companies of the day, Sardanis did not spare his own Mwaiseni Stores. It too was nationalised.
In 1970 Andrew joined Lonrho for a very short period of time; three months as I recall. He inevitably differed with the vain Mr. Roland T. Rowland, known popularly as "Tiny". It was at this point that he formed Sardanis Associates (SAL), drawing on his Zambian colleagues from the Mwaiseni era and a few expatriates for senior management.
SAL became the London based Hastand Ltd. which later became Meridien Credit Corporation which in turn became ITM. Many of you may recall that ITM was the parent company of the defunct Meridien Bank.
You'll have to wait for Andrew Sardanis' autobiography for more details about his life as a Zambian.
The point of my response is to show that Andrew was much more than a "Greek shop owner". He was and is a Zambian businessman of great intellect who has contributed much to building indigenous Zambian management capacity. He could teach a few of us a thing or two about love of country and loyalty.
Chisanga Puta-Chekwe Click here to contact me
Burlington, Ontario, Canada Friday, April 18, 2003 at 20:56:06 (UTC)
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Chisanga:
You have the correct spelling and explanation. My spelling was a guess. My father wore nothing else but shorts, even in winter. He was 5 feet tall on a good day, so the shorts were almost to his knees. I believe the name was fondly used, and he was widely known by that name.
Linda Hayes (née Dore) Click here to contact me
Austin, Texas, United States Friday, April 18, 2003 at 20:08:41 (UTC)
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Linda
I do not know what Kapatula is. I suspect it may be a corruption of Kaputula which means shorts in both Bemba and Nyanja. Your father may have been given the sobriquet if he was unduly fond of short trousers.
Chisanga.
Chisanga Puta-Chekwe Click here to contact me
Burlington, Ontario, Canada Friday, April 18, 2003 at 18:44:30 (UTC)
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Many Happy Returns Of The Day Charlie I suppose going out tonight to view a Tassel Tosser is out of the question?
maybe if you take Mrs Cartmill with you you might have a chance. Johnny.
Johnny Click here to contact me
Scarborough, United Kingdom Friday, April 18, 2003 at 18:37:47 (UTC)
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Charlie Cartmill, Shirley McFarlane and Daniel Dolan
Happy Birthday
Doug Grewar
A bad week and I haven't come back to you with the info yet. I'll try over the weekend.
Ian Singer
Yes, they do throw the paddlers out if they flag or if they don't do their work properly. They also sjambok them. On Saturday, just after they left Lealui, one of the paddlers was thrown out - he was drunk. Unfortunately it all happened too quickly for me to get a photo of it.
The Police station was by far the biggest building there, so it is likely it was the Boma in your day.
Mike Wilson
I have to admit that things like traditional ceremonies are not really my scene - far too many people for me. But it was nice to see it, although I doubt whether I will make the effort to see it again.
Alastair Honeybun
All I can help you with, from the top of my head, is Hillcrest School. I shall give it some more thought.
Ian Lesch
You probably don't remember me - I worked next door to you (for Charlie Cooke, together with Noel Elliott-Wilson and Wesley Bent) from '83 to '86. Am in touch with Robbie from time to time. And also George Grebesz. Andrew Sardanis is still around, although I do not wish to be drawn into any further discussion regarding what he has been up to all these years. And now I've just got to get this right - Jointair is, I think, now part of Zambian Airways - Jointair and Mines Air Services amalgamated to become Roan Air which eventually became Zambian Airways. Or if that it is not exactly correct, they operate our of the same hangars. And as far as I know, the Kingair which you used to fly is still being operated by them.
Have also been in touch over the last few days with the author of the book They Served Africa With Wings. As soon as I get my copy, I shall let you know what it is like. Mitch is based just up the road in Lilongwe and I am working with him to see how we can get copies of the book out to any GNR members who are interested.
Heather Chalcraft (née Bender) Click here to contact me
Lusaka, Zambia Friday, April 18, 2003 at 08:42:11 (UTC)
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CONGRATULATIONS GNR !!!! 1000 MEMBERS......
I have been watching in anticipation for the 100th member to join...fantastic, I remember not so long a go the 500th Joining....lets hope many more people join the journey on the GNR.......Heather...Your poem.....loved it
Ali
Ali Key Click here to contact me
Perth, Australia Friday, April 18, 2003 at 01:35:45 (UTC)
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Linda and Johny
Thanks for you response.
Yes I knew the Sardarnis family very well, as an employee.The question mark was just for the spelling Johny.
We flew for them out of Lusaka as Jointair. Charlie Cooke, Rob McCahey myself and others.
Our main reason for being was to provide them and their business associates with reliable and safe air travel in Zambia and Southern Africa.We operated to Botswana, Zimbabwe, Tanzania, Malawi etc. etc. for ITM, the parent Company and others.We also did charter work for British Caledonian, Ndola-Lusaka for connectors. Some RPT work for Zambia Airways, mainly to the Western Province. Mongu, Kalabo, Zambesi, Solwezi hence my interest in the photos of the West. Also general charter work for Shell etc.
Best trips were the jollies to Livingstone for their guests. An hour or so to Livingstone, a flight over the Falls and the rest of the day off bludging. I guess that is why I make such a good Aussie.
I will try and dig up some pics of my flying in Zambia and post them here.
Ian Lesch Click here to contact me
Brisbane, Queensland, Australia Friday, April 18, 2003 at 00:33:32 (UTC)
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Ian Lesch:
Andrew Sardanis was also one of two owners of Fairway Engineering in Kitwe at one time. If you are interested in getting in contact with him, I can put you in touch with a very old friend of his who might be able to assist.
Linda Hayes (née Dore) Click here to contact me
Austin, Texas, United States Thursday, April 17, 2003 at 21:52:52 (UTC)
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Hi All
www.nrzam.plus.com has been updated
Added Northern Rhodesia Journal Volume III - No. 5 - 1958
This issue has been made available through the generosity of the Great North Road website.
Chilwa Island in the Lukanga Swamp
The Turn of the Tide
Angling for Tilapia in Northern Rhodesia
Digging Up History
Memories of Abandoned Bomas - No. 13: Ibwe Munyama
A Lesson in Lion Hunting
F S Arnot and Msidi
Demo Estate
An African Urban Community: Chilenje
The Publication Fund
Notes: Lusaka in 1907 / The First Rugby MatchFirst Records - No.12 First European Child Born in Northern Rhodesia / Old Timers - No. 7 ESB Tagart CBE / New Contributors to This Number / The Lumangwe Falls / Stamps, Rubber, Economy In / Gervas Clay's Scrapbook / Funeral of Chirupula Stephenson
Lusaka Natural History Club
Correspondence: Memories of the 1914-18 Campaign / Memories of the 1914-18 Campaign: Part III, Northern Rhodesia Journal, No. 3, Vol. III, 1957 / Refuge Under the Sun / Kawambwa in 1919 / "Instinctive Belief"
Book Reviews
The Battle Hymn of the Research Experts
Regards Ian
Ian Singer Click here to contact me
Livingston, West Lothian, Scotland Thursday, April 17, 2003 at 21:43:14 (UTC)
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David Gray,
Yes, the total does include that test entry, so instead of the total of 1002 we really have 1001, but still over 1000. I suppose it's a good thing we aren't giving away $1 000 000 (R7 628 462.83, K4 850 000 415.94) to the 1000th member, or we'd have a huge dispute on our hands! However, there are several other ways that the total could be modified. For example, the total does not include three suspended members (two fake and one who spammed the board) and at least two that I can remember who asked to be removed from the Names Directory. It also does not include some people from the old Names Directory who, for one reason or another, never added themselves to the new Directory. There are also some skipped numbers in the database, which explains why Eamon's ID number is actually 1125.
The test entry is there for a reason and needs to look like any other entry -- at least to a machine, although a person can obviously tell what it is. That said it has been there for a long time and has probably served its purpose -- that being to see if the e-mail address associated with it would receive spam. It never has, so maybe I will think about deleting it.
On a personal note, I apologise for not answering your e-mail and David Thomas' e-mail yet. I was working day and night on something for the GNR to coincide with the 1000th member, but it was just too much to do in time. I am going to try and complete it for the GNR's 7th birthday on April 28th. In the meantime I will answer both of your messages in the next 24 hours.
Craig Hartnett Click here to contact me
Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada Thursday, April 17, 2003 at 21:09:22 (UTC)
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Ian Lesch,
I note you put a question mark after the name Andrew Sardarnis if this was because he was not known to you I can fill in a a couple of details for you , Andrew was a Greek shop owner in Chingola who eventually became a confidant of KK and had a massive rise to power after independence I canot remember now what post he held but for him it was real rise to power, I dont where Andrew is now but if he reads this he will remember me, my memory is bad these days but i think he also ran the bus service out of Chingola to all the bush stations up the Solwezi road, maybe he was the owner of the company you flew for?.
Regards Johnny.
Johnny Click here to contact me
Scarborough, United Kingdom Thursday, April 17, 2003 at 19:51:38 (UTC)
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Congratulations
1,000 Names in the GNR Names Directory
Congratulations to the founder Dave Cooper, and the management team Heather, Craig and Arthur. And thanks for all the ongoing work. The memories and the renewed and new friendships the GNR brings have been fantastic for so many people. Keep it up!
Éamon Coughlan
I told you you would be famous one day boetie :>))
Paudie Coughlan Click here to contact me
Ireland Thursday, April 17, 2003 at 17:29:30 (UTC)
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To all travellers on the Great North Road
Wishing you a Blessed Easter. Take care on the roads - we need you all !
For Craig
Does the test entry from Canada count as a "member" ? Fantastic topping the 1000 mark - congratulations to the Big Four!!!
Best wishes
David Gray Click here to contact me
South Africa Thursday, April 17, 2003 at 15:05:47 (UTC)
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Hi all,
Thank you for your kind words about my essay on the Muf mine. I honestly can't remember what mark I got - but passed the overall course so must have been OK. To be honest I think I just copied great chunks of information from books and stuff I got from the mine at the time. I figured that the lecturer marking it wouldn't have come across the information before so wouldn't know it was plagiarised! Then my brother spent hours drawing diagrams for me; I stuck in a few photos in handed it in!
Still it was interesting to dig it out and read it again all these years later.
I can remember being at school in Salisbury - we were just finishing supper and our headmistress came in and asked for all the Mufulira girls to stay behind. She then told us what had happened but stressed that she had assurances that none of our fathers were involved. It was a horrible experience and was really the first time I realised how fragile life is!
Bridget
Bridget Billany Click here to contact me
Blackburn, Lancashire, England Thursday, April 17, 2003 at 14:59:21 (UTC)
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Heather:
Absolutely brilliant poem! Really enjoyed it.
Terry Hunt:
My dad's name was Harold DORE not Hayes. His workers always referred to him as Kapatula, which I understand had something to do with the kind of shorts he wore? Chisanga, can you enlighten us here, unless it is an insult, in which case email me privately. He! He! Terry, email me privately please, so I can get your email address. If I contact you through the GNR, I am restricted to the number of characters I can type. Thanks.
Happy Easter to those who celebrate it. For years I told my kids that Kalulu was the Easter Bunny, but it was actually the old guy over our fence who would creep over in the dark and lay a trail of eggs and other surprises for them. His wife told us that he does not like kids, but got the greatest of pleasure doing this for ours and then being sure he was up at the crack of dawn so he could sit in his chair on his back porch and watch their faces as they discovered whatever he had hidden in our back garden. We were very surprised to discover it was him after several years of being perplexed as to who was doing it. Which taught us that you should never judge a person until you take the time to get to know them.
Linda Hayes (née Dore) Click here to contact me
Austin, Texas, United States Thursday, April 17, 2003 at 13:32:51 (UTC)
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N O R T H E R N E R S!
On 28 April, 1996, we had our first member of the Great North Road website.
On 17 April, 2003, I would like to welcome our 1,000th member:
Eamon Coughlan
Dave Cooper
Founder of the Great North Road website
Dave Cooper Click here to contact me
Amsterdam, Nederland Thursday, April 17, 2003 at 13:10:02 (UTC)
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Bummer,
No editing facility or spell checker!
Will have to pay more attention in future.
Ian Lesch Click here to contact me
Brisbane, Queensland, Australia Thursday, April 17, 2003 at 13:05:58 (UTC)
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G'day All,
I have been reading the GNR with great interest and nostalgia, since I discovered it a few months ago.
The various photos in particular stir my emotions. The Astra "Bioscope", the maps, etc.
In particular, Heather's visit to, and excellent photos of the Western Province took me back with great clarity to another life.
I am very interested in the aviation industry in Zambia.
I did my Private Licence at the Nkana Flying Club and The Nchanga Flying Club. I also did a bit of gliding at Muf. My Commercial Licence in RSA and then flew for a while out of Luska for Joitair.Andrew Sadarnis(?)
Any one still around from that era of aviation?
I am presently commiting aviation in Brisbane Australia.
Ian Lesch Click here to contact me
Brisbane, Queensland, Australia Thursday, April 17, 2003 at 13:02:19 (UTC)
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What is this place called the Great North Road?
Some might think it's a type of code
Or something sinister and underhand
Perhaps a place to hide your head in the sand.
But in reality it's a meeting place
Even people who've never met face to face
'A place for When-We's' I've heard it said
But whatever, we all have a common thread.
You can call it by whichever name
Northern Rhodesia. Zambia. It's all the same
Because we all know to what we refer
Would you not with me concur?
And on this site, the characters you meet:
Some are nice and ever so sweet
Then there are those who like to stir
When to the economy you refer.
And there are those who can drive you insane
'Cos their postings and comments are mostly inane.
And those that you think 'is this guy mad?'
And then the postings that make you sad.
And the postings that make you larf
And those who are too sarcastic by half.
Some that you think 'what a jerk'
And then you have those that only lurk
Never having a thing to say
But it's okay - that is their way.
We are the people from the land in the North
And as our individual lives go forth
We never forget what we've left behind
And come here to meet those of our kind.
We also like the past to recall
That grumpy teacher, the old school hall,
The girl on whom we had a crush,
Or remember that guy, wasn't he a lush?
Remember when I threw you with a stone?
Or the bank manager when you asked for a loan?
Perhaps your old Morris Minor car,
Or even better - Boons Bar,
That black hole called Broken Hill,
The big tree that stands there still.
The first rain and that lovely smell
Our days at school, raising hell
On entering Kitwe, the slag heap
Or Nchanga Mine, ever so deep.
Your visits to Victoria Falls
The fish eagle's distinctive calls.
The building of Kariba, a man-made lake
The melktert your mother used to bake
Boerewors and pap, cooked on the braai
The clear stars in the night sky
The gravel roads, and all the dust
The good people that you knew you could trust
And our houses we never had to lock
And don't swim in the river there might be a croc!
Wandering with your dog in the bush
Car stuck in the mud, need to push
Journeys to the south on an old steam train
Looking out over the Barotse Plain
Ndola and the Northern News
Central African Airways and their crews?
But why this poem? What is the date?
Is there something to celebrate?
To be sure it's a date to remember
For we have just admitted our 1000th member.
Heather Chalcraft (née Bender) Click here to contact me
Lusaka, Zambia Thursday, April 17, 2003 at 12:13:05 (UTC)
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Linda Dore Hayes, thanks for the mail, i dont recall Harold Hayes, i was not involved in that project,we had a mechanical supeviser onsite he was harry crawshaw. Jake did have a corvette. and yes i would love thave Blackies address
i tried to contact him through G.N.R. but he never came back.
have a good day, be lucky terry hunt
Terry Hunt Click here to contact me
Randburg, South Africa Thursday, April 17, 2003 at 10:11:09 (UTC)
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Wayne Kennerly
You wrote on 21st January seeking information on Rolls Royces.
As a kid I lived on a farm on the Mumbwa road outside Lusaka. There were at least three Rolls’ that I knew of out that way. My father owned one between 1949 and 1952. (He was a lawyer and presumably acquired the Rolls off a busted client in lieu of fees because he normally drove a clapped out old Ford truck). It was a late 1930s model but as my father is now dead its history is probably untraceable and there are certainly no photographs surviving. I remember driving in that car from Lusaka via Livingstone to Bulawayo and Salisbury mostly on laterite and strip roads. We returned via Chirundu. The escarpment roads on both sides of the Zambezi Valley were no more than boulder-strewn mule tracks at that time -- not exactly the stately boulevards on which RR would have preferred to see their cars parading. There was a ferry across the Kafue river where the bridge now stands. That model of Rolls was quaintly called a ‘Chauffeur Model’. All the controls (hand brake, gear lever etc) were tucked down on the right hand side of the driver’s seat next to the driver’s door. This layout was supposed to prevent the chauffeur’s hands straying too near to the knees of the Lady in the passenger seat.
The second Rolls on the Mumbwa road, which is probably even less traceable, went past our drive every day in the mid 1950s carrying milk into town. It was a ‘sawn-off’ version -- the top had been cut off and it had been converted to carry milk cans. Bizarrely, it had a thatched roof, presumably to keep the milk cool. The thatching was not a ‘bush’ job but was beautifully done in the Barotse style as befits a Rolls. I know of no photos but, once again, I doubt it’s the sort of image that RR would like to see.
The third Rolls on the Mumbwa road , and probably the most traceable, was that owned by Jerry Allinson in the late 1950s and early 1960s. Jerry kept a mid 1930s model in immaculate condition and I’m sure would have a very comprehensive knowledge of its identity and history. He left Zambia and went to Zimbabwe in the 1960s before returning to England. If you can trace him (he’s still around somewhere in UK) you could get a lot of information on that particular Rolls and probably many others besides. Jerry used to demonstrate to me what an incredible car he owned by starting it in the morning, not by winding it up on the starter motor, but by wriggling the ignition advance/retard lever on the steering wheel. It was able to maintain cylinder compression overnight.
Paddy Fleming Click here to contact me
Lusaka, Zambia Thursday, April 17, 2003 at 07:12:48 (UTC)
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George Sharp, ex Lusaka Police and national soccer player, is looking for Drew Brandt or anyone else that remembers him.
Cynthia Halvey Click here to contact me
Durban, KwaZulu-Natal, South Africa Wednesday, April 16, 2003 at 18:41:24 (UTC)
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Hi Brasso (Alan Brassinton ) how about e- mailing me , you come to Zambia and dont even See your Mates you grow up with
Ray Kruger.
Ray Kruger Click here to contact me
Zambia Wednesday, April 16, 2003 at 14:13:53 (UTC)
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Does any person know where Lesmerie Postma (ex Mazabuka-Lusaka-Jean Rennie) might be, or have her e-mail add?.
Jannie.
Jannie Cowan Click here to contact me
Frankfurt, Germany Wednesday, April 16, 2003 at 09:39:41 (UTC)
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Virtual Greetings from South of the Virtual Zambezi,
History Question/s.
What were the names of the Primary Schools in Livingstone?
What was the name of the swimming Club?
Anyone involved with the Air Cubs and/or Air Scouts in Livingstone?
Hear from you soon
MMWC - RWW
http://www.rhodesia.com/
Alastair Honeybun Click here to contact me
Perth, Western Australia, Australia Wednesday, April 16, 2003 at 08:28:07 (UTC)
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John ,
I remember the Kafironda explosion very well, I was working for ROBERTS travelling from Kitwe to Muf we were building the then new furnace, the morning trip to site was normal, later that day we heard the explosion & listened to the bush telegraph, we were no wiser at the end of the day as to what had happened the return trip passing Kafironda I passed pieces of locomotive & parts of wagons which had been blown from the scene almost to the road. Incidently we did a major refurbish the following year.
Libro & his sons Malcolm & Ricardo, were very good family friends, the boys & my son Stephen later went to school together in Marandellas, as it was then.
The Kitwe Club was the local watering hole, after a game of sqash on one of the two
courts there, then into the fox hole (so named after Dick Fox surveyor) for a steak.
As for the Italian club, I think it was 1972 when the Mafia had a falling out and Joe Napoli & a couple of the other god fathers whose names have now faded away, with Libero on the front line decided to build a new Italian club further down central street
Im not too sure but I think it was on 27th avenue, I, along with Eddy Da Silva, Ralph Fort, Ian Platten, amongst others were instrumental in building the club designed by Joe Napoli
The only lady doctor I knew was Joan Begg, who could be a dragon sometimes if you read this, im only joking Joan
Other characters of note in Kitwe in the 60s & 70s that I remember were, Jake Wilkinson, John Bass, Trevor Key ( whom I thought was thee mad yorkshire man)
Barry Hall, and of course the boxing club around the corner from the Nkana hotel next to the tote, .frequented by all the nutters in Kitwe at that time
As a foot, note my youngest son Paul went back last month to Kitwe on a contract lucky sod.
Terry Hunt Click here to contact me
Randburg, South Africa Wednesday, April 16, 2003 at 04:29:06 (UTC)
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Thisi note to the missus of birthdyaaa, ha! Justi get one.
Too much. Eeee.
William Knott Click here to contact me
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada Tuesday, April 15, 2003 at 20:12:38 (UTC)
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Linda,
That's Brill!
Love Jill.
Jill Aplin Click here to contact me
South Africa Tuesday, April 15, 2003 at 19:58:45 (UTC)
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A little ditty from the birthday girl.
(To the tune of the Julio Iglesias song, "To All the Girls I’ve Loved Before")
To all the lads I’ve loved before
Who remember me as Linda Dore
I’m glad we had such fun
But now I have to run
That girl you knew, I am no more
To all the boys who ran away
Come back, for now I am too old to play
For buying me a coke
You hoped you’d get a.. watch it... ha! ha!
You blew a lot of dough that way
The winds of change are always blowing
And every time I try to stay
The winds of change continue blowing
Am I really 50 yrs today
To all the lads, both slim and tubby
Who now are someone else’s hubby
I’m glad they came along
I dedicate this song
To all the lads I’ve loved before
To all the lads who bought me rings
I traded them for other things
You’re all still in my heart
Of memories, you’re a part
So many lads I loved before
The winds of change are always blowing
And every time I try to play
I realize how old I’m growing
And I turned 50 yrs today
To that one lad who stole my heart
I thought that we would never part
But now we’re friends once more
I couldn’t ask for more
You were my one true love of yore
To all the lads I ditched before
I hope that you’re no longer sore
I’m glad you came along
I dedicate this song
To all the lads I’ve loved before
And now I’m just going to make a quick call to the fire brigade and light my birthday candles. Thanks for all the birthday wishes, everyone!
Linda Hayes (née Dore) Click here to contact me
Austin, Texas, United States Tuesday, April 15, 2003 at 19:17:39 (UTC)
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All,
I currently have 46 unanswered e-mail messages in my queue, so I'd appreciate your patience.
Linda,
Happy birthday!
Craig Hartnett Click here to contact me
Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada Tuesday, April 15, 2003 at 19:13:15 (UTC)
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Linda
Happy, Happy to you both!
Warmest Regards - Doug
Doug Grewar Click here to contact me
Vryheid, Natal, South Africa Tuesday, April 15, 2003 at 17:48:53 (UTC)
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LINDA
Very happy 50th buffday to you honey. Hope you have a great one.
Lots of love from
Fifilagayther
Fiona Gayther (née Ferguson) Click here to contact me
United Kingdom Tuesday, April 15, 2003 at 15:34:48 (UTC)
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Happy Birthday Old Trout You can forget that 21 story now
I hope you live forever and I never Die Your ex Lover Johnny.xx
Johnny Click here to contact me
Scarborough, United Kingdom Tuesday, April 15, 2003 at 14:45:42 (UTC)
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LINDA DORE
Happy birthday, main bun. Many, many happy returns.
Lots of love,
Jill and The Masterton Mob X X X X
Jill Aplin Click here to contact me
South Africa Tuesday, April 15, 2003 at 14:05:04 (UTC)
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Oi Linda
Happy Birthday babe !
Every birthday celebrated from now on is in round figures, so I suppose this one's your 20th.
Arthur
Arthur Steevens Click here to contact me
Stockport, United Kingdom Tuesday, April 15, 2003 at 12:18:15 (UTC)
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Hi Heather,
Great coverage of the Kuomboka ceremony. I never made it when I lived in Zambia. Your photos sharpened my feeling of having missed out. Terrific.
Regards, Mike
Mike Wilson Click here to contact me
Dawlish, Devon, United Kingdom Tuesday, April 15, 2003 at 10:03:10 (UTC)
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The Zambian Ornithological Society is trying to fix the location of 'Curtis Camp' from which it has a circa 1950s unusual bird sighting which it would like to clarify.
The camp was probably somewhere in the south of the country and the habitat of the bird concerned suggests massive rock outcropping, rock cliffs or steep escarpment.
Does anybody have any information on this 'Camp'.
Paddy Fleming Click here to contact me
Lusaka, Zambia Tuesday, April 15, 2003 at 08:42:50 (UTC)
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LINDA HAYES..........
HAPPY BIRTHDAY FOR TODAY, WISHING YOU HEAPS MORE
LOTS OF LOVE
Ali
.......Hope the snail mail arrived on time !!!
Ali Key Click here to contact me
Perth, Australia Tuesday, April 15, 2003 at 08:17:16 (UTC)
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Yoo HOO Lindy Lou!!!!
Don't worry babe. It just gets BETTER.
Tina Magee (née Wallace) Click here to contact me
Texas, United States Tuesday, April 15, 2003 at 05:44:31 (UTC)
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Linda Hayes
The teenage years have passed us by
Remembering the fun and laughter I have to sigh
Linda though is still vivacious and witty
Would you believe she's just turned Fifty!
Happy Birthday Lyn, hope this day is filled with joy and laughter.
With Love and Best Wishes
Sandra, Shelley & Craig
Sandra Hooper (née Marsh) Click here to contact me
Perth, Western Australia, Australia Tuesday, April 15, 2003 at 02:11:46 (UTC)
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Dear Bridget
What can I say - actually nothing at the moment as I am still trying to retrieve my bottom jaw from the ground. Thankyou so much for sharing your essay - must admit, would also like to know how highly you scored on it an is there any chance of a follow-up?
Gill Main Click here to contact me
Aberdeen, Scotland Monday, April 14, 2003 at 18:35:33 (UTC)
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Heather
Another tour de force! This brought back vivid memories of attending the Kuomboka as a very young child. The paddlers in their red hats; I seem to remember that if they flagged in their paddling of the Nalikwanda they were turfed overboard and replaced. I think they were picked up by following boats!
I recognised the Police Staion at Namushakende but am certain it was the boma in my day - I think that the wing facing the camera contained my father's office and that I used to play in the gap, just dicernible, between that wing and the other, longer, one!
Tremendous work Heather and very much appreciated!
Regards Ian
Ian Singer Click here to contact me
Livingston, West Lothian, Scotland Monday, April 14, 2003 at 11:53:55 (UTC)
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Linda Hayes
I know this is early but I won't have access to the internet tomorrow so..........
HAPPY BIRTHDAY FOR THE 15TH APRIL
Have a good one and enjoy your day.
Carole
Carole Evans (née Bruce) Click here to contact me
Doncaster, Yorkshire, United Kingdom Monday, April 14, 2003 at 11:25:20 (UTC)
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Hi All
www.nrzam.plus.com has been updated
Added Northern Rhodesia Journal Volume 5 Number 6
Picture - Source of the Zambezi: Mwinilunga District
Some Disused European Place Names
Chinsali in 1920-22 - Part 1
A History of the Northern Rhodesia Prison Service
"The Livingstone Pioneer"
The Little People of Rhodesia
More of Mining in Northern Rhodesia
A Note on Traditional Attitudes Towards Blindness in Chief Mununga's Area, Kawambwa
Broken Hill: Some Reminiscences
A Dental Officer, W.F. MacKeown, in the 1914-18 War. Part 1
Notes: Cricket in the Early Days / P C G Adams / Kenneth & Bruce Gray / Abandoned Bomas in North-Eastern Rhodesia / First Records No.22 - First Use of the Term "Copperbelt" / Machine Gun Platoon: Northern Rhodesia Police / New Contributors to this Number / Elephant Hunting: Rituals and Charms / The Fate of "Chiengi Charlie": Man-Eater / The Very Early Days / Some Photographs of Interest
Correspondence: Bishop Dupont and the Bemba / First Study of Mosquito Flight / Abandoned Bomas: Mporokoso District / Northern Rhodesia Defence ForcePersonalities / Fundu Camp / J B Yule: Elephant Hunter
Book Reviews
Publication Fund
Lusaka Natural History Club
Northern Rhodesia Society: Statement of Accounts, 1963
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This, the thirtieth, was, I believe, the last ever issue. There are indications within it that it was intended to continue as normal past 1964 so it is interesting to speculate on what caused it's sudden demise. It seems likely that it would have been too painful a reminder of the colonial past to be allowed to continue into independent Zambia.
In my last NRJ update notice I indicated that I was about to reach the end of my collection. Now, thanks to the kindness and generosity of the Great North Road management team, I can tell you that there are six more copies awaiting scanning leaving only Volume 1 Numbers 1-4 to source! On behalf of all NRJ devotees, many thanks GNR!
Regards Ian
Ian Singer Click here to contact me
Livingston, West Lothian, Scotland Monday, April 14, 2003 at 10:11:52 (UTC)
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Heather
Stunning.
Thank you so much.
Seriously homesick.
Tina Magee (née Wallace) Click here to contact me
Texas, United States Monday, April 14, 2003 at 08:07:18 (UTC)
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Dear Heather
Thanks for the memories, when you have time give me a Verbal of your trip thanks Johnny.
Johnny Click here to contact me
Scarborough, United Kingdom Monday, April 14, 2003 at 06:47:18 (UTC)
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Heather,
Those are fantastic photos with a brilliant narrative. Feel almost as though I was there myself.
Have just booked a trip back home - Yipeeeeee! Must be mad but I can't wait. Any specific photos of the Copperbelt, get your orders in now but I can't promise to produce anything half as professional as Heather's!!
Lizd Click here to contact me
United Kingdom Sunday, April 13, 2003 at 20:28:02 (UTC)
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oops, sorry, Barrie.
Neil Smith Click here to contact me
Sheffield, United Kingdom Sunday, April 13, 2003 at 19:05:33 (UTC)
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Not for the squeamish, but Barry talking about being eaten by crocs reminded me of this, look at this picture. one MASSIVE flat-dog.
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Neil Smith Click here to contact me
Sheffield, United Kingdom Sunday, April 13, 2003 at 19:04:12 (UTC)
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Hi all,
I have just spent an hour looking at all of the recent photographs, I have not had time to read Brigits huge write up on the copper belt, but intend to do so as soon as I have posted this note. Many thanks to all involved, the pictures bring back many well hidden memories, the skies, the rivers, the sunsets, etc,. Some of the boat pictures made us smile, my son and I have just aquired a 20 foot cabin cruiser and have been on the Tyne in it today, a beautiful sunny though too windy day.
Aye Ah sed, if yi faal in owerthere yi divent just drooned, yiv a gud chance iv bein eetin by a crocidile.
Well he doesnt figure on boating in Africa.
Met Jim Churchill and had a few beers in Newcastle last week, hoping to see him and his wife tommorrow before they return to Saudi.
Regards to you all,
Barribee.
Barrie Braidford Click here to contact me
Newcastle upon Tyne, England Sunday, April 13, 2003 at 18:16:24 (UTC)
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To Ron Brassington.Many Happy Returns Of The Day Ron.I,ve just read the Tribute from Gary. Hope you are well and will see you soon. Love from Frank and Pam.
Frank Burchill Click here to contact me
Wakefield West Yorkshire, United Kingdom Sunday, April 13, 2003 at 18:12:15 (UTC)
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To Ralph Fuller:
Your 3 person pic including Andrzej Edelman and Pete Ellis also includes the 'unknown' - JOHNNY FORRESTER.
Hope this completes your scrapbook!
Regards
Alister (Ali) Watson
Rennie - Hillary House - '63/'64
Rugby, Warwickshire, UK (only since 2001!)
Alister Watson Click here to contact me
United Kingdom Sunday, April 13, 2003 at 17:05:02 (UTC)
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NORTHERNERS
Some photos of my trip to the Western Province:
It's a long straight road that goes on and on, past the satellite station at Mwambeshi
First stop was at Mukambi Lodge, just outside the Kafue Game Park, but on the banks of Arthur's beloved Kafue River
Next morning it was back on the road towards Mongu, over the Kafue Hook Bridge and past a Tsetse control
After arriving in Mongu, there was a mad dash to organise boats for the next day. Down at the harbour we found that the Royal Canoeing regatta from Lealui to Mongu Harbour had been completed and the paddlers were being entertained:
Then it was back to the guesthouse where we were staying to relax with a cold drink and look out over the Barotse Plains
Next morning, despite being assured that it never rains on Kuomboka day, was overcast and wet. But we were up before sunrise and set off for the harbour just as the sun was coming up, past the Town Council buildings and past the office of the Permanent Secretary for Western Province
By the time we came over the hill to turn left to the harbour, the sun was fully up and we had some more spectacular views of the plains,
the road leading down to the harbour,
the road which is being built to Kalabo (work has only just started)

and a had a chance to look around the harbour

Eventually we were on our way - the ninety minute trip through the channels to Lealui, with its varied birdlife;
past fishing villages, some still in use, some not;
some with animals;
past vessels of all different shapes and sizes;
and past a communications centre
Finally we reached Lealui
which was a hive of activity, with people of all different ages, shapes, sizes and colours;
and a postman who had lost his way.
There was music and dancing,

people preparing the Nalikwanda and loading it with the Litunga's property which must be carried with two hands
the Maoma Drums
and other musical instruments.
Then the paddles arrive and are given to each of the paddlers.
Finally, the Litunga makes his way down to the Nalikwanda
and they were on their way.

For us, it was time to get back to Mongu. Although how some of the boats made it, I'm not sure
but it seems that they did,
But for many, life went on as usual
That afternoon, a drive around Mongu:
and here I must apologise to Johnny - I seem to have mislaid the disk that contains the photos of Mongu Hotel. As soon as it turns up, I'll post the photo.
We also took a drive around Limulunga where we saw what could be seen of the Litunga's palace there
and this old church
Later in the afternoon, it was time to go to Limulunga again to witness the arrival of the Litunga. But I must admit that rather than face the crowds, we headed down a bush path and kept well away from other people which meant that we didn't see the Litunga emerging from the Nalikwanda. We did get a good view of the Notila, the Matende and the Ntamikwa, the surveillance canoe paddled by the Litunga's mabuto (bodyguards),
more of the Nalikwanda,
the disruption to the proceedings when they struggled to break the small walls which are built when the water is low and they need to ensure there is enough water to carry the Nalikwanda forward
and a very enthusiastic gentleman who tried, singlehandedly, to push the Nalikwanda through the gap
Then it was back to the guesthouse to relax with a cold drink as the sun went down over the Barotse Plains (sorry Arthur but it's definitely not Kenyan - there are no thorn trees or giraffes and I've finally worked out how to use that spirit level)
Next morning, it was off to Senanga, and some views that Johnny Green will definitely recognise:
Senanga Safari Lodge,
the Police Station,
the Prison and Reformatory,
and some that he probably won't recognise.
Some proof that agriculture does exist, even if things are a bit misshapen,
proof that the transport industry is flourishing
and the ass of Senanga
We did not forget the Zambezi River and the Barotse Plains
Monday morning was time to head off to Namushakende for some photos which Ian Singer will recognise:
the Police Station,
the Post Office,
the house at the Mission
and a transporter going about his work
Then it was on to Sefula, with its church, the house where Francois Coillard lived, the old school building and a rock presented to the Mission in 1935 by the Lozi people to thank Lewanika for allowing Francois Coillard to establish the Mission there and to Francois Coillard for establishing the mission in 1885
After Sefula, it was back up to Mongu again, but time was getting on and we still had a long way to go, so very quick glimpses of:
Mongu Prison, still very much in use
and the Barotse National School, also still very much in use
and a last glimpse of the floodplains.
Then we were on the long road home
with a short stop at a fishing village on one of the dambos where they were using a variety of methods:
a net of sticks built across the dambo
and rod and line
although they had given up on the traditional fishing basket.
As always, when travelling in Zambia, people are keen to pose for a photograph, although the subject of this one didn't have a chance to see what he looked like when we took a quick look at it. It did however amuse the rest of the people in the village.
After a quick stop at the Kafue Hook Bridge for a police block,
we made it back to Mukambi Lodge and the Kafue River just as the sun was going down.
The next day when we reached this spot on the road, we knew we weren't far from Lusaka.
Heather Chalcraft (née Bender) Click here to contact me
Lusaka, Zambia Sunday, April 13, 2003 at 11:38:05 (UTC)
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Bridget Billany
Great essay, I really enjoyed reading it, can you tell us what marks you got for it? I note that you acknowledged help from Mr. Banda of Zambia Appointments. I think that this is probably Joe Banda, sadly he died last year and after many years in exile he now rests in our homeland.
George Maxwell Click here to contact me
Edinburgh, Scotland Sunday, April 13, 2003 at 08:00:06 (UTC)
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Bridget Billany....George Maxwell....and of course Artie
Thanks for your wonderful article, after my knowledge of the gold mining industry (very interesting as well) I now have a considerable idea how copper mining works.
The GNR once again is the road to travel on.........
Ali
Ali Key Click here to contact me
Perth, Australia Sunday, April 13, 2003 at 07:07:32 (UTC)
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Bridget,
The essay is absolutely brilliant. Thank you.
Mike
Mike Wilson Click here to contact me
Dawlish, Devon, United Kingdom Sunday, April 13, 2003 at 06:21:52 (UTC)
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Ada, I know this is late but HAPPY BIRTHDAY. Arthur of course has managed to get your age wrong making you ten years older than you are. That much is patently obvious from looking at you and being around you. Hugs and Happy Days!!!!!
Tina Magee (née Wallace) Click here to contact me
Texas, United States Sunday, April 13, 2003 at 00:53:00 (UTC)
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Mufulira
An essay donated to the GNR by Bridget Billany, written in the mid-seventies as part of her HND.

Plant area of Mufulira Mine at night.

An aerial view of the town of Mufulira with the mine in the background.
INTRODUCTION
Mufulira is situated in the Copperbelt of Zambia, and it is the largest underground copper mine in Africa. The Copperbelt is the most concentrated copper-producing area in the world, although fifty years ago it was wild and trackless. Now in an area thirty miles wide and seventy miles long there are eight producing mines, namely Mufulira, Rokana, Chingola, Bwana Mkubwa, Chambishi, Chibuluma, Konkola and Luanshya.
Mufulira has a population of 156,000 and is the fourth largest town in Zambia. The majority of the population is involved in the mining industry and the rest are concerned with trading, community services or smaller independent industries such as milling, engineering, timber and cement. However, although Mufulira is a thriving town with many shops and industries, none of these would have developed had it not been for the mine. Mufulira is her mine. It was the copper, which attracted people to settle down and set up business, and it is the copper, which keeps them there.
The mine is owned partly by the Zambian Government and partly by Roan Consolidated Copper Mines (RCM). As most of the population work on the mine RCM provides houses for its employees. They range from average two bedroom houses set in half an acre to big four or five bedroom houses set in a square acre. The mine also provides schools, although most of the employees' children go to boarding school in the United Kingdom or Rhodesia or South Africa. As well as houses the mine has built hospitals, clubs, and roads and it employs people such as plumbers, electricians, bricklayers, security guards and decorators to provide free services for the mine employees.
Wages for a skilled worker, or a technical or professional man from overseas are extremely high and the standard of living of the country used to be really good. However over the years more and more Europeans have left as the economic situation of Zambia has deteriorated. It began with the white farmers leaving when the Government bought their farms and resold them to Africans, and then the Government bought private businesses from the Europeans and sold them to Africans, Now meat, vegetables and milk (basic commodities which were once plentiful and extremely cheap) are very rarely seen in shops and one has to pay very high prices for them when they are obtainable. The shops and supermarkets, which were once thriving businesses, are now usually empty and very badly run, and the cost of living is soaring. As I have already said the expatriates on the mine get very high wages and can afford this high cost of living but the average African in the street cannot and many of them turn to crime, robbing and stealing from the more wealthy members of the community. These conditions are driving more and more badly needed skilled and professional men away from Zambia, most expatriates now do one or perhaps two contracts (each one being for a two year period) where as at one time expatriates came out to work on the mines for one contract and ended up staying for ten. In the last five years even the old expatriates who may have been in the country for twenty to thirty years, have packed up and left.
However, for all the unwelcoming points now, Mufulira is still a very beautiful town and for those like myself who were born and brought up there leaving has not been an easy task. The weather is hot all year round, with a rainy season lasting from November to April, so most people lead a very social outdoor life of fishing, boating, riding, swimming, water-skiing, golfing or playing rugby, soccer, hockey or tennis.
This introduction was intended to give a broad outline of the town of Mufulira and the life there, however the following chapters will be concerned with the development and running of Mufulira mine.

An aerial view of Mufulira, showing the main shopping centre.

Zambia Map.
THE BEGINNINGS AND DEVELOPMENT
Evidence of copper was first discovered at Mufulira in 1923 by two prospectors named Moir and Bell. At that time there was no settlement there or within sixty miles, but, by 1951 a small town had formed along side a small concentrating plant, and now Mufulira is a large thriving town and her mine is the largest underground mine in Africa.
The creator of Northern Rhodesia (Zambia as it is now known) was Cecil John Rhodes. His ambition was not only to secure for Britain the mineral wealth of central Africa, but also to complete a rail route from the Cape to the Nile.
In London in 1889 Rhodes approached Lord Salisbury and offered to take for England the interior north of the Zambezi, and to finance its administration until the British public should awaken to the value of their new possession. Lord Salisbury accepted the offer and after further negotiations Rhodes and Lord Gifford (chairman of the Exploring Company and the Bechuanaland Exploration Company) formed an alliance and the British South Africa Company was formed. The object of this company was firstly to extend the railway and telegraph systems in the direction of the Zambezi; secondly to encourage emigration and colonization, thirdly to promote trade and commerce; and fourthly to develop and work mineral and other concessions under the management of one powerful organisation.
In the next few years Rhodes concentrated on sending parties to make treaties with the tribes. The Government of North-Eastern Rhodesia was formally established by Order-in-Council in 1901, and Robert Codrington was the first administrator. Two years earlier in 1899 an Order-in-Council relating to Barotseland-North-Western Rhodesia had been signed under the administration of Robert Coryndon.
In the following ten years Codrington in the East and Coryndon in the West took the tasks to establish peace and the rule of law and to lay the foundations of a stable administration. Meanwhile the country was being opened up and the railway from Bulawayo reached Victoria Falls in 1904 (though Cecil Rhodes did not live to see it as he died in 1902); mining began at Broken Hill, which had been discovered in 1902; and as the railway crept northwards towns, farms and mission stations multiplied. The line reached Broken Hill in 1906, but it was not until 1909 that it was finally extended to link up with the ‘Rhodesia-Katanga Junction Railway’ on the Congo border.
The unification of Northern Rhodesia took place in 1911 with Mr. Wallace as Administrator and Livingstone was the Capital. It remained as such until Lusaka became the capital in 1954.
By 1911 there were fifteen hundred Europeans in the country and several mines were operating, and considerable farming had begun. The progress, which had been made in only eleven years, was a remarkable tribute to the pioneers and administrators.
Mufulira’s history began in June 1925 when two prospectors named Moir and Bell were sent by Mr. Raymond Brooks, who was then in charge of all the prospecting for two major companies, to work up the west side of the Kafue River to the Congo Border and then come back down it again along the other bank. They found nothing on the way up but when coming back down they camped by a stream called the Mufulira, and there they found some peat moss stained with malachite. They sent some of this moss to Mr. Brooks and a short time later they discovered an outcrop, which also showed meager copper- carbonate stain. A sample of this was also sent to Brook, but unfortunately it did not amount to very much. Intact it was not until five years later in 1928 that this outcrop was more thoroughly investigated by geologists and the vast riches of Mufulira were revealed.
Towards the end of 1927 drilling programmes for Mufulira were approved by the board of the Selection Trust, and in March the first drill-hole showed a width of nearly twenty one feet of high-grade sulphide ore. Drilling proceeded continuously for two years and resulted in the development of one of the greatest copper mines in the world.
By November of 1950 a great deal of drilling and construction had been done on the basis of a potential treatment of 5.000 tons of ore a day, but the price of copper was dangerously low and it was decided to complete only one unit of the mill which was finished in December 1951- Meanwhile, the principal copper producers of the world had agreed to a drastic curtailment of production as from the beginning of January 1952, and so it was decided to defer bringing the mill into action. The mine was closed until July 1955 when a smelter was built on the property to help increase the plant's capacity of copper each year. The mine began operation in October 1955 and over 5.600 tons of copper was produced in the next nine months. Smelting started 5th January 1957, but the world copper restriction scheme continued until October, and was not until after that date that Mufulira was really able to get into its stride.
For the next fifteen years Mufulira continued to expand and develop and in November 1952 "the first tankhouse section of an electrolytic refinery was brought into operation, then in November 1955 a second section was commissioned. The refined copper casting plant began operations the following year, producing electrolytic wirebars and other shapes ready for sale to fabricators.
During 1956 and 1957, exploration by surface and underground drilling disclosed a western extension of the lower ore body and mining operations were increased by fifty per cent. The capacity of the milling and smelting- operations was also increased to handle the increased quantity of ore.
The third tankhouse of the refinery was commissioned in December 1965 and a further tankhouse in 1972. Monthly production capacity in 1974 was 21,000 tonnes of cathode copper per month, and the annual production was over 7,5 million tonnes of ore from which about 156,000 tonnes of copper was extracted.
Personnel joining the mining section of the mine from 1933 to the beginning of the 1960's went through every aspect of mining, whether they were unskilled or graduates. They would start as lashers working on the night shift at lashing the rock blasted on the day shift, and then taking it to the surface.
From lashing; they went to production tabulating and counting the amount of rock broken in a blast. Then they went into pipe fitting which involved installing pipes for water and air used for cooling machines and ventilation during drilling.
After that they would go into timbering, which was building platforms for the rockbreakers, making ladderways, and ensuring that the passages underground were safe. Lastly they went to rockbreaking, which was laying explosives and blasting the rock. A rockbreaker had to break over 550 feet per month or he was taken off and put back to timbering. A top rockbreaker could mine around 1,200 feet of rock per month.
Young men with mining degrees would start as learner mine officials and had to work right through from lasher to rockbreaker. However, nowadays graduates just work at the part of mining that they are specialized in, or they only learn one aspect of mining.
Before Independence in 1964, a European on the mine was known as a ganger or supervisor and was in charge of a gang of African labourers. Under him was an African 'boss boy', who was chosen from the labourers and given special training, since Independence and since the Zambian Government took over half of the mine, the Europeans have trained Africans to take on more responsible jobs and there are now African Shift Bosses, Mine Captains and future Managers.
The mine is divided into sections and each section is divided again, A Shift Boss oversees a small section and the gangs working there; the larger section is under the control of a Mine Captain; above a Mine Captain comes an Underground Manager, then a Superintendent manager, and finally the General Manager. All the different sections of the mine work very closely together as one section could not operate very efficiently on its own, and each one is equally important in the smooth running of the mine.

Production
There are many different methods of mining, but the main one used at Mufulira is ‘open stoping’. There are several variations of this type of mining but basically it is the mining of huge sections of the ore body, leaving vast open caverns known as ore stopes. These open stopes may or may not be filled with waste rock or sand, depending on whether later caving is desirable. For example, if the stope is under a road or stream then it will be filled to prevent a cave in, however if it is under wasteland and caving will not affect production the stope is not filled.
The ore body strata are approximately 10 metres to 15 metres thick and lie in a plane at about a 45°degree angle to the horizontal. They are divided into blocks, on the mine surveyor and geologist charts, which can be as large as 100 metres long, 60 metres high and 40 metres wide, and each block is separated from the next by several metres of rock pillars.

Tunnels called crosscuts are mined into the blocks and then further tunnels known as drivers are driven horizontally through the blocks so linking the crosscuts. (see diagram). From these drivers, and at right angles to them, holes measuring about 4.5 cm diameter are drilled in ‘fan rings’ at intervals. These holes are later charges with blasting powder, and at one edge of the block a 2 to 3 metre section is mined out to leave an empty space called a ‘slot’.
Further crosscuts are mined to the very base of the block and from these, inverted cone shaped excavations are made into the block and are called ‘drawpoints’. The blasted rock falls down the slot into the draw points where it is later removed. The ground adjacent to the slot is then blasted and falls into the draw point. This process, called stoping, is repeated until the entire block is mined out.
The ore is removed from the draw points by front end loader caterpillars, which can carry three tons of ore at a time, and they tip the ore down ore passes which carry it to a common draw point on a lower level where it is control fed into rail cars which take it to an underground crushing station. The ore is crushed to a more manageable size of 15cm or less in diameter and then transported by conveyor belt to storage bins at the rock-hoisting shaft. Here it is fed into skips and hoisted to the surface.
Concentrator
On the surface the ore is further crushed to less than 1 cm in diameter, and then it is placed in ‘ball mills’ which are large steel cylinders containing steel balls. These cylinders are rotated and after several hours of smashing and pounding within the mill, the ore is reduced to a fine dust, rather like face powder. Water is induced into the mill during this process so that the resulting product is a fine white paste.

The next step is flotation, where the paste is put into the tanks containing water and a special chemical and air is bubbled through this mixture. The chemicals cause rock particles containing copper to adhere to the air bubble and float to the surface, where it is scooped off. This concentration is about 46 percent copper. The waste collects as slime at the bottom of the tanks and is pumped out to a piece of wasteland known as a slimes dam.
Smelter
The concentrate is mixed with limestone to act as a flux and then it is smelted in a reverberatory furnace. This smelting forms waste slag, which floats to the surface and copper and iron sulphides, known as ‘matte’, sink to the bottom where they are drawn off and placed in a ‘converter’ furnace.

Here high-pressure air is blown through the sulphides and the iron sulphides are oxidised to iron oxide, and then a siliceous flux is added which reacts with the iron oxide to form a floating slag, which is then skimmed off.
Next the copper sulphides are oxidised to form metallic copper known as ‘blister’ copper. The sulphur is oxidised as well and given off as sulphur dioxide gas -- the pungent fumes always associated with a copper smelter. The blister copper is then conveyed to the anode furnace where it is further oxidised to remove any remaining traces of sulphur.

Next it is ‘poled’ to remove excess oxygen. Poling is a process where green hardwood tree trunks are forced into molten copper. The oxygen in the copper literally burns with the wood, forming carbon dioxide gas, which is given off. The ash floats as slag and is skimmed off.
The copper is now 99.8 per cent pure, but for modern industry this is not pure enough, so from the anode furnace the copper is cast into anodes, (so called because they will form the anode in the electrolytic refining process).
Refinery
In the refinery tankhouse anodes are packed alternately with thin pure copper starting sheets, called cathodes. They are packed closely but not touching, and are wired to a direct electric current with the anodes being positive and the cathodes negative.
They are immersed in a tank containing sulphuric acid solution, which acts as the electrolyte. Through electrolysis, the ions of pure copper are displaced from the anodes and reform on the cathodes. Any impurities or contaminated metal settles at the bottom of the tank as sludge as the anode dissolves.

The sludge contains minute amounts of minerals such as bismuth, gold, silver uranium and platinum. These are removed and processed as they account for a valuable proportion of Zambia’s exports.
The cathodes are now 99.97 per cent pure copper and they are melted down in furnaces and cast into wire bars. These bars are then ready for export to countries all over the world.

THE IMPORTANCE OF THE MINE
The whole of Mufulira's economy relies on the mine and life there evolves completely around it. Of her 156,000 population, about 15% are mine employees and the rest depend totally on the mine for their livelihood. For instance all the people who work in the town in shops and offices would not have jobs if it wasn't for the mine, and the factories and industries which employ thousands of people would not exist if the mine wasn't there. In short, if the mine was to shut down the town would die because the European mine employees would leave and the Africans would be unemployed, all the associated industries would have to close causing great unemployment, and workers would leave the town to look else where for jobs. If the majority of the population left then all the trading area of the town would also be forced to close and soon Mufulira would be no more than a memory.
The people of Mufulira realise how important the mine is and that's why seven years ago when disaster struck and threatened to close the mine, the whole population fought night and day to keep the mine open.
The accident happened in the early morning of 25 September 1970, when half of the mine was flooded and eighty-nine men were killed. Total production was reduced to one fifteenth of normal and a great battle began to save the mine from complete devastation.
The accident was caused because mud and water from the 'slimes dam' had seeped through cracks in an over hanging wall in an old slope and eventually the force of the mud and the pressure of the slimes dam caused a section of the over hanging wall to give way, and the mud and water rushed into the Eastern section of the mine and flooded all shafts below 500 metres. Fortunately the pump station on the 500-metre level was saved and prevented the rest of the mine being flooded.
The slimes dam is made up of powder waste from the concentrator. After the copper and waste have been separated in the concentrator, the waste is mixed with water and pumped out into a large area of wasteland. Over the years a small lake of mud forms and this is how it gets the name slimes dam. The actual slimes dam that flooded the mine was situated on top of a disused part of the mine, and waste had not been pumped there for some years, (it was, and still is, pumped to an area far away from the mine). The stope below the dam was mined out but had not been filled, so it was like an empty cavern, and mud seeped through cracks in the surface. Although mud and bits of tree had been found under ground the day before the disaster, there was no time for investigations to begin because the hanging wall gave way and sludge and mud poured into the mine with a pressure of more than 1,000 lbs per square inch.

The men working in the shafts below 500 metres stood no chance of escaping, most of them were killed by the force of the mud before they had time to drown. Men on higher shafts, on realising what had happened, desperately scrambled to the cages to get to the surface. It was only when these first few survivors reached the surface that the full extent of the disaster was realised.
Eighty-nine men were killed and if the disaster had happened six hours later hundreds, if not a thousand, would have been killed. Rescue operations began immediately and from mid-morning of Friday 25 September fifty sorties were carried out by mine rescue teams from all the Copperbelt mines. The teams exposed themselves to extreme danger, as there could be no guarantee that a further inrush of mud would not occur. They examined every accessible section of the affected part of the mine and rescued four men who would otherwise have died. However, by the 30th September it was decided that there was no hope of further survivors and the rescue teams were withdrawn.
If ever a mine was well served by its engineers, Mufulira was. Early on they had decided on the site for an emergency pumping system as water was rising in the shaft at eight inches per minute and a whole range of decisions had to be made quickly and accurately as to where the water was to be held and then relayed to the 454 metre pump station. As an additional precaution and to guard against failure to hold the rising water, massive concrete bulkheads were built west of the emergency pumping to protect the undamaged end of the mine.
Consultants were flown in to advise on how to improve the overall situation by working on the slimes dam from which the mud had flowed into the mine. A huge sinkhole had formed in the slimes dam and the essential work of preventing further flooding had to be completed before the end of November when the seasonal rains began. So drains were made to carry rainwater away from the sinkhole, and free water lying in the base of the sinkhole was pumped away.
Work to clear the mine continued twenty-four hours per day for the following months. There were many accidents, which set back the operations, and the maintenance of the morale of the workers was almost as important as the mine itself. The effect of the disaster on the small community of Mufulira was profound and although there was no problem for the first few days because of pressure of events, it was realised that there would be a considerable reaction when this period ended. To keep up morale all available information was passed on to employees, and in spite of the very heavy pressure on scarce engineering resources, a full-scale planning exercise was initiated aimed at restoring the mine to full capacity. Knowledge of this helped to reassure employees that their own future was secure and that management had every confidence that all the problems would, eventually, be overcome.
As soon as the urgent work of securing the surface was substantially completed a range of investigation was carried out on the slimes dam and any risk of a similar disaster was looked at and ruled out. Gradually production picked up as parts of the flooded shaft were cleared and worked. By 1974 the mine was back to full production although parts of the flooded mine are still now, six and a half years later, being cleared of mud and there are parts which are not going to be cleared as it is thought to be uneconomical to do so.
This disaster very nearly closed one of the most important underground mines in the world and if this had have happened it would have cost millions, if not billions of pounds to re-open and re-build, and if it had not been reopened there would have been hundreds of millions of tonnes of untapped copper left underground.
The devastation of Mufulira mine would have been a major blow to Zambia's economy, but thanks to the determination, skill, and hard work of the population, Mufulira is back to normal production and is now concentrating on improving production.
CONCLUSION
Zambia relies very heavily on her copper exports and her economy has suffered greatly due to the falling price of copper on the world market over the past few years. In April 1974, copper prices were at 150 US cents a pound (that is pound in weight). But by October of the same year prices fell to 62 US cents a pound. The principal determination of copper prices in the short-term is the level of industrial production, particularly in the electrical industry, which consumes almost half of the world's supply of copper.
However, many other factors are important, notably the level of stocks and expected changes in demand. Prices are now at about 80 US cents a pound.
Production has had to be cut back considerably because of the falling copper prices, but still many thousands of people on the Copperbelt rely on the mining industry for their livelyhood. So if a major mine like Mufulira had to be shut down because of a disaster similar to the one in 1970 or if ore deposits ran out, all these people would loose their jobs and Zambia's economy would suffer a severe blow. In 1974 Zambia exported 687,000 tonnes of copper to countries all over the world, including the United Kingdom, West Germany and Japan. This amounted to more than K686, 500 thousand and accounted for 94 per cent of the countries export earnings.
Estimated ore reserves at 50 June 1974 were 140,697,000 tonnes at 3.22 per cent copper, so although there are still perhaps twenty five years of mining left at Mufulira, the copper will have to run out at some time and then what will become of the town?
One can only speculate as to the future of Mufulira, but at present should the mine cease to function the town would rapidly die. Thus unless her economy is diversified into industry and agriculture, I doubt the town of Mufulira will outlive the mine by more than two years.
Bibliography
Copper Venture by R Kenneth
An Outline of Mining Operations at Mufulira by D Young
How Mufulira has been Rehabilitated by R Neller, J Sandy and V Oliver
Zambian Mining Year Book 1974
Mufulira Division Annual Publication 1974
Lloyds Bank Ltd Economic Reports of 1973 and 1974
And my special thanks to Mr Banda of the Zambian Appointments Division of Roan Consolidated Mines Ltd., and Mr N. P. Billany for all the invaluable help that they gave me with this essay.
Bridget Billany
Selected Mining Photographs from George Maxwell's collection which I am posting to further illustrate and compliment Bridget's essay.


Index
m64-178 Casting anodes in the smelter at Mufulira Mine
m68-65 Main station 1650 level Mufulira
m68-205 A15 ton Greenbat locomotive hauls 25 ton capacity Gregg cars at Mufulira
m74-47 Large flotation cells in the concentrator at RCM’s Mufulira Mine
m74-178 An Eimco loader approaching a draw point underground at Mufulira
m78-3 Mufulira underground ore train at loading box
m79-88 Underground diesel workshops Mufulira West
m81-3 Underground loader on 730m level - Mufulira
m81-11 A loader under repair in the underground diesel workshops
m81-38 Long hole drilling at Mufulira division of Roan Consolidated Mines Ltd
muf001 Jackhammer drilling underground at Mufulira
Northerners !
I'm still way behind with my e-mail and the posting of photos on the GNR. Eventually I will catch up - thank you all for your patience.
Bridget's essay will be incorporated into the main GNR website and will form part of the GNR's permanent archive when the new site is complete.
Bridget - thank you.
Arthur
Arthur Steevens Click here to contact me
Stockport, United Kingdom Saturday, April 12, 2003 at 23:55:30 (UTC)
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Phew, she's come home in one piece and the date (?) was 6 inches shorter and a bit uncool, though did have bolts through his left eyebrow. Nearly ripped it off!! she's cool, put the gun away.
Howard
Howard Silk Click here to contact me
Durban, Kwazulu Natal, South Africa Saturday, April 12, 2003 at 22:55:39 (UTC)
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Phew, she's come home in one piece and the date (?) was 6 inches shorter and a bit uncool, though did have bolts through his left eyebrow. Nearly ripped it off!! she's cool, put the gun away.
Howard
Howard Silk Click here to contact me
Durban, Kwazulu Natal, South Africa Saturday, April 12, 2003 at 22:55:23 (UTC)
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Sitting here waiting for my 15 year old daughter, Trynity, to come back from her first dance. Scary, 'cos I know what I did to my first 15 year old date, or tried to!! It's 12.45 and she's 15 minutes late. time to oil the FN.
Hi anyone out there. when and where is the Zambian get together this year?
Howard
Howard Silk Click here to contact me
Durban, Kwazulu Natal, South Africa Saturday, April 12, 2003 at 22:46:31 (UTC)
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Ada Cantrell!!!!!
Many happy returns of the day for your birthday. Hope U have a wonderful time & Chris & the family spoil you. You deserve to be spoilt. Love Gary, Natasha & Scott.
To my daughter Natasha!!!
HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY FOR TOMORROW. WE LOVE YOU VERY MUCH.
Dad & Scott.
To Ron Brasso.
You too "Pops and Oupa" happy 70+ ?????? birthday for tomorrow as well. Thanks for being a wonderful father & grandfather.
Gary, Natasha & Scott.
Gary Brassington Click here to contact me
Banbury, Oxon., United Kingdom Saturday, April 12, 2003 at 19:06:01 (UTC)
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Oops... correction. Read, ZADOVATE instead of ADVOCATE in my previous posting. I am so used to using that terminology when I have to argue with the school about why my son should not receive detention that it flowed naturally.. ha! ha!
Linda Hayes (née Dore) Click here to contact me
Austin, Texas, United States Saturday, April 12, 2003 at 15:37:56 (UTC)
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Northerners:
I have been enjoying surfing through information on Dr. Tembo's website. You should take the time. It is a wealth of information on traditional Zambia. He has done much to preserve the history and culture of Zambia in the written word and continues to do it now. I typed in "ADVOCATE" as a search link on the internet and found a treasure. Try it. I was reading Dr. Tembo's home page and found this amusing posting on his description of potholes. Quite funny and yet true:
Quote:
Three Laws of Pot Holes were discovered:
A big pot hole always suddenly appears right smack in the middle of the lane when the vehicle has picked up good cruising speed.
If you run over two to three of these giant babies at high speed, kiss good bye to at least one or more of your tires; they will become flat.
The best antidote for drivers sleeping behind the wheel is to put a good number of these babies on the Interstate highways. Forget all the working out machines, aerobics, pumping iron, dieting. That is a waste of valuable dollars and time. Put many of these babies on all our roads. We would all be in tip top physical and mental shape in no time at all.
Unquote
I hope he does join the GNR.
Linda Hayes (née Dore) Click here to contact me
Austin, Texas, United States Saturday, April 12, 2003 at 15:34:55 (UTC)
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Johnny - Good to know he'd find you tasty. I've given him your address.
Peter - a mine of information your link.
Tina Magee (née Wallace) Click here to contact me
Texas, United States Friday, April 11, 2003 at 18:49:02 (UTC)
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I made enquiries from a Durban Travel agent and got the following quote which may be of some interest to South Africans planning to attend the Livingstone Lark.
Attention: MR DOUGLAS GREWAR
Email: hayley.palzenberger@pentravel.co.za
From: HAYLEY PALZENBERGER
Date: April 11, 2003
Dear Mr Grewar
Thank you for choosing Pentravel Musgrave, I trust that you are still interested in travelling. Please find below the quote you requested.
TRIP TO THE VICTORIA FALLS, ZAMBEZI SIDE:
OPTION 1:
Inclusive of:
Return Flights Johannesburg/ Livingstone/ Johannesburg on Nationwide Airlines
Return Transfers
3 nights weekend accomodation at The Zambezi Sun in a Standard room on a
Bed & breakfast basis
Price per person sharing R 4507.00
Excluding:
ALL DEPARTURE TAXES
DURBAN ADD ON R 723.00 PER PERSON
PS I do have another tour operator that are launching their new brochure and specials next week at the Zambezi Sun, which may well be of interest to you. In the meantime this is a guideline and I will resend you a quote next week with some alternate options.
Kind Regards
Hayley Palzenberger
TRAVEL CONSULTANT
PENTRAVEL (PTY) LIMITED
PH : 031 2031350
FAX : 031 2027309
I will post her promised new quote if it is better than this. Has anybody got any better suggestions?
Cheers - Doug
Doug Grewar Click here to contact me
Vryheid, Natal, South Africa Friday, April 11, 2003 at 18:44:34 (UTC)
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TRIBAL DANCING IN NORTHERN RHODESIA
Take a peek here:
http://www.era.anthropology.ac.uk/ERA2/Kalela/intro.html
You'll have to cut and paste until Dawie tells me once more AND for the eighteenth time how to post a live link again...
Peter Dielissen Click here to contact me
Fredericton, New Brunswick, Canada Friday, April 11, 2003 at 16:56:14 (UTC)
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Tina in her ramblings mentioned some beast that if it had devoured me and her woul'd have developed indigestion, maybe from eating her, but he would never had tasted a sweeter morsel than me, I wonder if those lunatics both men and women who prance around dressed in white adorned with little bells and ringing hand bells took there antics from our brothers doing the Fwemba? maybe they are doing the dance of the Dashicas I have never enquired and don't think I ever will.
Regards Johnny.
Johnny Click here to contact me
Scarborough, United Kingdom Friday, April 11, 2003 at 15:52:43 (UTC)
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I find my most madcap posts on the GNR often lead to serious searches.
I started looking into traditional Zambian musical instruments and dances. Not so much for the familiar names, marimba, kalimba, but I sought the human stories, traditions, cultural evolutions - all those things that illustrate the spontaneous joy, inventiveness, and community spirit of Zambians. The following may or may not be news to you but anyway here's a tip of the iceberg -
the Bemba have found another use for the axe - as a musical instrument
the Mganda dance incorporates military drill turns and whistles and dancers carry sticks to imitate rifles because it was invented by Africans who served in the British Army and wove the drills they learned into a dance
In rural areas dances are a way for people to show community spirit and some develop into seriously skilled annual national competitions. Community dances are a way for young people to get to know and court one another. Be careful what you do in the community - your exploits may become a verse at the next dance.
Johnny perhaps you and I should keep a weather eye out for folkloric dance figures such as Chikishikishi. He is a monster who threatens to snack on unruly members of society. Still we'd only give him indigestion.
Let's return to the Mganda. A detailed and charming account of this dance is found at the following website.
http://www.bridgewater.edu/~mtembo/mugandadance.html
It is written by Dr. Mwizinge Tembo who is Assist. Prof. of Sociology at Bridgewater College in Virginia.
I emailed Dr. Tembo and he responded immediately. Like many of us he was born in the 1950's and has spent some of his professional life outside of Zambia. He and others have formed ZADOVATE - to document and
practice many aspects of Zambian culture. He returns to Zambia to film and garner material. He has published many articles in "The World and I" magazine and is overflowing with publishing and other projects that need outlets and a general sense of "so much to do, so little time". If you can find him five communities in your area he may be able to come to your town tell you some folklore stories, teach you Zambian children's games, perform a Vimbuza drumming demonstration, dance the Fwemba and get you involved in a circle dance yourself if you are so inclined.
I have encouraged him to live dangerously and consider membership in the GNR. He says since leaving Zambia he has not encountered too many "people who have strong memories and actually cherish the country (Zambia) and the culture". Now that reaches my ears as a challenge.
Tina Magee (née Wallace) Click here to contact me
Texas, United States Friday, April 11, 2003 at 06:01:26 (UTC)
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Northerners,
The only important birthday was last Tuesday April 8, the birthday of a great Southerner who turned 85.
I read with interest the posting about Sadistic Sadamn's refuse in Zambia in 1991 and recalled a picture I saw in the press last November of a fellow in an immaculate safari suit with a white hankie in his hand hob nobbing in Bagdahd. Maybe they are both up the river Tigris or Luswishi now?
Gordon Garlick Click here to contact me
Aberdeen, New Jersey, United States Friday, April 11, 2003 at 01:12:02 (UTC)
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Ada Cantrell
Please don't throw me with a stone or burn my house down but I just had to mention it.
Congratulations and a Happy 60th Birthday !
Arthur
Arthur Steevens Click here to contact me
Stockport, United Kingdom Thursday, April 10, 2003 at 23:16:48 (UTC)
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Bill,
All this talk of the GNR's birthday is very premature, but we have only our venerable founder to blame for that. The date is April 28th, as you can see on the Birth of the GNR page.
Craig Hartnett Click here to contact me
Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada Thursday, April 10, 2003 at 20:37:00 (UTC)
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mijnheer Dawie, monsieur le leader,
oui, nous connais bien que t'est le boss. Et bonne fete a toi et ton bebe.
But Cooper, what is it that you want, when the founder begs for blessings on an unknown birthdate?
Could it be that thee is feeling out of sorts, having sampled the fleshpots of Amsterdam and Belgium?
When is the starting day anyway? I logged on about a month after you did your thing, but cant recall a birthday. Ever.
So , no whining, just let us know.
Bill
P.s. The snow is almost gone........
William Knott Click here to contact me
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada Thursday, April 10, 2003 at 13:47:58 (UTC)
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Dear Ron I see you are celebrating the birth day with trebles, but living halfway up a mountain in the no mans land beteen Hong Kong and China I dont blame you, Oh iv'e just remembered it is all China now, is there any Dashica's at the bottom of your garden?.
Regards to you and your good lady Johnny.
Johnny Click here to contact me
Scarborough, United Kingdom Thursday, April 10, 2003 at 09:31:17 (UTC)
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Katrina Robertson left me a message wishing to contact my daughter, Michelle, Katrina i need a contact number or address, Michelle is well, and would love to make contact with you,it was along time before i found this site, but what a wonderfull way to spend time trying to find old friends, and looking at the old photos trying to recognise some of the places, thanks ED.
Terry Hunt Click here to contact me
Randburg, South Africa Thursday, April 10, 2003 at 08:18:39 (UTC)
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Apologies to mr Kipling and others
Along the great north road to Zambia there was this mad yorkshire man......................
Ali
Ali Key Click here to contact me
Perth, Australia Thursday, April 10, 2003 at 08:06:22 (UTC)
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Some thing jolted my memory when I saw the prose this morning and reminded me of the that classic Kipling wrote,
On The Road To Mandalay Where The Flying Dashicas Play,
Regards The mad Yorkshire man.
Johnny Click here to contact me
Scarborough, United Kingdom Thursday, April 10, 2003 at 07:22:44 (UTC)
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A Toast to the Great North Road
I'll raise a toast to the founders
for their words are simple and true
and they set up the Web-site handily
Though they fought a battle or two
They told of the glory that comes to the strong
of the beauty the meek possess
They sang of the dreams each one pursues
and the cost of its happiness
For all of us travel a lonely road
and real companions are few
Yet the joy when friend encounters friend
is a rhapsody well they knew
So, with cup to lip I've made the trip
Down Memory Lane with You
and it cheers me to know
that wherever you go
There are Souls that Understand.
[With apologies to Lyn Silke who composed the original as a toast to Rudyard Kipling]
Ron Clibborn-Dyer Click here to contact me
Hong Kong SAR, China Thursday, April 10, 2003 at 02:06:57 (UTC)
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A Toast to the Great North Road
I'll raise a toast to the founders
for their words are simple and true
and they set up the Web-site handily
Though they fought a battle or two
They told of the glory that comes to the strong
of the beauty the meek possess
They sang of the dreams each one pursues
and the cost of its happiness
For all of us travel a lonely road
and real companions are few
Yet the joy when friend encounters friend
is a rhapsody well they knew
So, with cup to lip I've made the trip
Down Memory Lane with You
and it cheers me to know
that wherever you go
There are Souls that Understand.
[With apologies to Lyn Silke who composed the original as a toast to Rudyard Kipling]
Ron Clibborn-Dyer Click here to contact me
Hong Kong SAR, China Thursday, April 10, 2003 at 01:52:10 (UTC)
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A Toast to the Great North Road
I'll raise a toast to the founders
for their words are simple and true
and they set up the Web-site handily
Though they fought a battle or two
They told of the glory that comes to the strong
of the beauty the meek possess
They sang of the dreams each one pursues
and the cost of its happiness
For all of us travel a lonely road
and real companions are few
Yet the joy when friend encounters friend
is a rhapsody well they knew
So, with cup to lip I've made the trip
Down Memory Lane with You
and it cheers me to know
that wherever you go
There are Souls that Understand.
[With apologies to Lyn Silke who composed the original as a toast to Rudyard Kipling]
Ron Clibborn-Dyer Click here to contact me
Hong Kong SAR, China Thursday, April 10, 2003 at 01:50:24 (UTC)
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One more poem for the GNR Birthday to remember the early Pioneers, their sons and daughters and those of us who followed in their footsteps.
The Explorer 1898
There's no sense in going further -- it's the edge of cultivation,"
So they said, and I believed it -- broke my land and sowed my crop --
Built my barns and strung my fences in the little border station
Tucked away below the foothills where the trails run out and stop.
Till a voice, as bad as Conscience, rang interminable changes
On one everlasting Whisper day and night repeated -- so:
"Something hidden. Go and find it. Go and look behind the Ranges --
"Something lost behind the Ranges. Lost in wating for you. Go!"
So I went, worn out of patience; never told my nearest neighbours --
Stole away with pack and ponies -- left 'em drinking in the town;
And the faith that moveth mountains didn't seem to help my labours
As I faced the sheer main-ranges, whipping up and leading down.
March by march I puzzled through 'em, turning flanks and dodging shoulders,
Hurried on in hope of water, headed back for lack of grass;
Till I camped above the tree-line -- drifted snow and naked boulders --
Felt free air astir to windward -- knew I'd stumbled on the Pass.
'Thought to name it for the finder: but that night the Norther found me --
Froze and killed the plains-bred ponies; so I called the camp Despair
(It's the Railway Gap to-day, though). Then my Whisper waked to hound me:
--
"Something lost behind the Ranges. Over yonder! Go you there!"
Then I knew, the while I doubted -- knew His Hand was certain o'er me.
Still -- it might be self-delusion -- scores of better men had died --
I could reach the township living, but. . . He knows what terror tore me . . .
But I didn't . . . but I didn't. I went down the other side,
Till the snow ran out in flowers, and the flowers turned to aloes,
And the aloes sprung to thickets and a brimming stream ran by;
But the thickets dwindled to thorn-scrub, and the water drained to shallows,
And I dropped again on desert -- blasted earth, and blasting sky. . . .
I remember lighting fires; I remember sitting by 'em;
I remember seeing faces, hearing voices, through the smoke;
I remember they were fancy -- for I threw a stone to try 'em.
"Something lost behind the Ranges" was the only word they spoke.
But at last the country altered -- White Man's country past disputing --
Rolling grass and open timber, with a hint of hills behind --
There I found me food and water, and I lay a week recruiting.
Got my strength and lost my nightmares. Then I entered on my find.
Thence I ran my first rough survey -- chose my trees and blazed and ringed
'em --
Week by week I pried and sampled -- week by week my findings grew.
Saul he went to look for donkeys, and by God he found a kingdom!
But by God, who sent His Whisper, I had struck the worth of two!
Up along the hostile mountains, where the hair-poised snowslide shivers --
Down and through the big fat marshes that the virgin ore-bed stains,
Till I heard the mile-wide mutterings of unimagined rivers,
And beyond the nameless timber saw illimitable plains!
'Plotted sites of future cities, traced the easy grades between 'em;
Watched unharnessed rapids wasting fifty thousand head an hour;
Counted leagues of water-frontage through the axe-ripe woods that screen
'em --
Saw the plant to feed a people -- up and waiting for the power!
Well, I know who'll take the credit -- all the clever chaps that followed
--
Came, a dozen men together -- never knew my desert-fears;
Tracked me by the camps I'd quitted, used the water-holes I hollowed.
They'll go back and do the talking. They'll be called the Pioneers!
They will find my sites of townships -- not the cities that I set there.
They will rediscover rivers -- not my rivers heard at night.
By my own old marks and bearings they will show me how to get there,
By the lonely cairns I builded they will guide my feet aright.
Have I named one single river? Have I claimed one single acre?
Have I kept one single nugget -- (barring samples)? No, not I!
Because my price was paid me ten times over by my Maker.
But you wouldn't understand it. You go up and occupy.
Ores you'll find there; wood and cattle; water-transit sure and steady
(That should keep the railway rates down), coal and iron at your doors.
God took care to hide that country till He judged His people ready,
Then He chose me for His Whisper, and I've found it, and it's yours!
Yes, your "Never-never country" -- yes, your "edge of cultivation"
And "no sense in going further" -- till I crossed the range to see.
God forgive me! No, I didn't. It's God's present to our nation.
Anybody might have found it but -- His Whisper came to Me!
Rudyard Kipling
[I am still looking for one that embraces all of us without reference to nationality - for it was the wonderful mix of origins that made us the global community which is what and who we are. May the sun shine on us all - Ron.]
Ron Clibborn-Dyer Click here to contact me
Hong Kong SAR, China Thursday, April 10, 2003 at 00:29:03 (UTC)
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Happy Birthday GNR from Ron in HK SAR, China
The following poem is sent with the younger sons and daughter of all nations in mind, who have lived in that very special place in the heart of Africa between the Zambezi and the Great Lakes of the rift valley.
Khalani bwino abantu bonse - may your shadows stay tall.
Ron
The Younger Son
If you leave the gloom of London and you seek a glowing land,
Where all except the flag is strange and new,
There's a bronzed and stalwart fellow who will grip you by the hand,
And greet you with a welcome warm and true;
For he's your younger brother, the one you sent away
Because there wasn't room for him at home;
And now he's quite contented, and he's glad he didn't stay,
And he's building Britain's greatness o'er the foam.
When the giant herd is moving at the rising of the sun,
And the prairie is lit with rose and gold,
And the camp is all abustle, and the busy day's begun,
He leaps into the saddle sure and bold.
Through the round of heat and hurry, through the racket and the rout,
He rattles at a pace that nothing mars;
And when the night-winds whisper and camp-fires flicker out,
He is sleeping like a child beneath the stars.
When the wattle-blooms are drooping in the sombre she-oak glade,
And the breathless land is lying in a swoon,
He leaves his work a moment, leaning lightly on his spade,
And he hears the bell-bird chime the Austral noon.
The parrakeets are silent in the gum-tree by the creek;
The ferny grove is sunshine-steeped and still;
But the dew will gem the myrtle in the twilight ere he seek
His little lonely cabin on the hill.
Around the purple, vine-clad slope the argent river dreams;
The roses almost hide the house from view;
A snow-peak of the Winterberg in crimson splendor gleams;
The shadow deepens down on the karroo.
He seeks the lily-scented dusk beneath the orange tree;
His pipe in silence glows and fades and glows;
And then two little maids come out and climb upon his knee,
And one is like the lily, one the rose.
He sees his white sheep dapple o'er the green New Zealand plain,
And where Vancouver's shaggy ramparts frown,
When the sunlight threads the pine-gloom he is fighting might and main
To clinch the rivets of an Empire down.
You will find him toiling, toiling, in the south or in the west,
A child of nature, fearless, frank, and free;
And the warmest heart that beats for you is beating in his breast,
And he sends you loyal greeting o'er the sea.
You've a brother in the army, you've another in the Church;
One of you is a diplomatic swell;
You've had the pick of everything and left him in the lurch,
And yet I think he's doing very well.
I'm sure his life is happy, and he doesn't envy yours;
I know he loves the land his pluck has won;
And I fancy in the years unborn, while England's fame endures,
She will come to bless with pride -- The Younger Son.
Robert Service
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No one has ever wished the Great North Road, a happy birthday. It is coming up.
Dave Cooper - Founder of the Great North Road website
Amsterdam, Nederland Wednesday, April 09, 2003
Ron Clibborn-Dyer Click here to contact me
Hong Kong SAR, China Thursday, April 10, 2003 at 00:13:46 (UTC)
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Dave:
Some of us "oldies but goodies" are still lurking. Never fear, we are still around. I'm just trying to come to terms with being over the hill this month. he! he! Maybe we should combine our birthday candles and give ourselves a hernia trying to blow them out.
Linda Hayes (née Dore) Click here to contact me
Austin, Texas, United States Wednesday, April 09, 2003 at 22:35:44 (UTC)
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Hi Dawie...
Yes, I think both the GNR and Indaba started around the same time. I think for a while it was just you and I, hee, hee. I remember sending you my drivers licence and Alien card to be scanned in.
Time sure flies by, eh....
Peter Dielissen Click here to contact me
Fredericton, New Brunswick, Canada Wednesday, April 09, 2003 at 22:35:26 (UTC)
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Peter & Heather
Please keep the wild celebrations of the GNR's birthday to ONLY the GNR and nobody else PLEASE. If you fail this, I will never forgive you. EVER!
You were there Peter, weren't you? Not many others though---the Old Culling Effect that I once talked about is actually still valid.
Dave
Founder of The Great North Road website
Dave Cooper Click here to contact me
Amsterdam, Nederland Wednesday, April 09, 2003 at 21:52:21 (UTC)
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Sigh...the Dashonica is the Shona version of the Dashica. Many years ago a mad missionary went out to Africa from Yorkshire.....
Tina Magee (née Wallace) Click here to contact me
Texas, United States Wednesday, April 09, 2003 at 21:40:24 (UTC)
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All those years I believed him but my father was telling me lies! He said that the Centre of the Universe was Kapiri Mposhi and not to blink as we went through it. I'm totally disillusioned.
Lizd Click here to contact me
United Kingdom Wednesday, April 09, 2003 at 19:10:13 (UTC)
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Sounds to me like everyone has been dashikaing plenty marula. Tina is on especialy good form.
I think Saddam would be much happier with his soul mate in Harari.
Cheers - Doug
Doug Grewar Click here to contact me
Vryheid, Natal, South Africa Wednesday, April 09, 2003 at 17:54:14 (UTC)
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Heather...
Please.............. Broken Hill was the "centre of the universe"!!!! Nkana was a little dorpie below the slag piles near Kitwe - not worth mentioning in the same breath as Broken Hill.
The propaganda machine of our founder is working overtime again! Must be getting close to April 28 again....
Peter Dielissen Click here to contact me
Fredericton, New Brunswick, Canada Wednesday, April 09, 2003 at 16:31:59 (UTC)
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Arthur
Wildlife shots???? Did I????
Dawie
No, it was only those from the Centre of the Universe, Nkana Kitwe, that drove Cortinas and Morrises. Us in Lusaka drove Chevrolets and Buicks. En moenie bekommerd wees nie - ek sal nie 28 April vergeet nie.
Craig
They've got it wrong. The 'car code' for Zambia is 'Z'. You do occasionally see cars with stickers on them, but they're not as common as they used to be.
Liz
During the last Gulf War, Saddams' family were indeed given refuge in Zambia. Whether this is the case now, I cannot say, although I guess anything is possible.
Ian Singer
I was recently lent a copy of the book 'Generation of Men' - extremely interesting and a very easy read.
Doug MacScrooge
Will respond tomorrow on the Livingstone Lark, hopefully with some email addresses or web sites to take a look at.
Heather Chalcraft (née Bender) Click here to contact me
Lusaka, Zambia Wednesday, April 09, 2003 at 15:40:57 (UTC)
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Somebody is bound to shoot me down in flames for this but, hey, live dangerously I say! Last time there was war in Iraq and Saddam Hussein disappeared (rather like he has this time) weren't there rumours that he and his family were hiding out in Zambia?
Lizd Click here to contact me
United Kingdom Wednesday, April 09, 2003 at 15:02:12 (UTC)
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Doug I loved that version of yours about the Dashica Araby I also used to sing along to your words, but Leonard dont be misled from the genuine version of the name and the explanation that i have given you as he only taking the mickey out of any gullible souls that may believe him, Tina asked me to post a picture of a Dashica i have done better than that I have sent a picture of two of them to Arthur to publish for me minus there strings of course, but you only have to look at them to see that they are the genuine articles.
Regards Johnny.
PS To the lady who suggested some one goes down south to picture the yorkshire man, I know things are confusing for you where you live but in the UK to see this Yorkshire man you would have to travel up North not South to see him.
Johnny Click here to contact me
Scarborough, United Kingdom Wednesday, April 09, 2003 at 11:17:03 (UTC)
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N O R T H E R N E R S!
I just noticed something over the years on this website... no one has ever wished the Great North Road, a happy birthday.
It is coming up.
Dave Cooper
Founder of the Great North Road website
Dave Cooper Click here to contact me
Amsterdam, Nederland Wednesday, April 09, 2003 at 10:11:00 (UTC)
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Perhaps someone should Dasicha down south and take a photo of the backward Yorkshireman, E ba gum.
Margaret Goodhew (née Fraser) Click here to contact me
Perth, Western Australia, Australia Wednesday, April 09, 2003 at 09:28:16 (UTC)
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Postscript:
So you could use a Dashica to take a picture of Dasheika in a Dashiki.
Am now going back into hibernation.
Tina Magee (née Wallace) Click here to contact me
Texas, United States Wednesday, April 09, 2003 at 05:05:24 (UTC)
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Dear Catbird Doug
Ah but I was enlightening Johnny Green who is most interested in Dashonicas.
Now to get back to dashicas and even Africa by way of Yorkshire and the musical Middle East your shiekh could have worn a Dashiki which word is of Yoruba origin for the Nigerian version of the comfy bright embroidered shirt/caftan pull over your head garment we all know quite well and may even have a couple of stashed around the house. Try saying that sentence without pausing for breath. My old English teacher is probably turning in her grave at about 78 rpm.
Tina Magee (née Wallace) Click here to contact me
Texas, United States Wednesday, April 09, 2003 at 04:59:08 (UTC)
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Leonard
I have just gone exploring on the web and what I have found is quite interesting, my only result to what a "Dashica" is
"I had an interesting conversation with a gentleman who had with him a camera he had built from parts of a Yashica 127TLR, and a Dacora 1, 120 rollfilm camera - a Dashica if you will! Wonderful thing, sadly no picture of it to share with you."
Ali
Ali Key Click here to contact me
Perth, Australia Wednesday, April 09, 2003 at 02:43:25 (UTC)
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Very interesting Tina . Perhaps you should refer to the original query from Leonard ? He wanted to know what "Dashica" was . You kindly explained a Damonica and a Dashonica - so now he's left in a half-nelson with no proper explanation .
My only contribution is that I believe Leonard is quoting the first part of a popular song of the forties and fifties . This was "Dashica Araby " and had little to do with twanging cat's bottoms as you can see . I used to whisper the chorus lines energetically :
Over the desert wild and free
Rides up the old sheikh of Araby
Is there a band at this command
Follows his love's caravan
Under the shadow of the palms
He seeks to call her to his arms
[Refrain]
I'm the sheik of Araby (...with no pants on!)
Your love belongs to me (...with no pants on!)
At night while you're asleep (...with no pants on!)
Into your tent I'll creep (...with no pants on!)
The stars that shine above (...with no pants on!)
Will light our way til dawn (...with no pants on!)
You'll rule this land with me (...with no pants on!)
I'm the sheik of Araby (...with no pants on!)
Doug
Doug Waybush Click here to contact me
Maryland, USA, and London, England Tuesday, April 08, 2003 at 23:58:56 (UTC)
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Chapter 2 - The Dashonica
The Damonica caught on all over. Some adored it, and some couldn't stand it. All over blokes were gathering at the local watering hole for hours with their damonicas for a mead and a singalong. Their wives were not impressed. They kept referring to that @@@###%** damonica. For the gentle of ear this became known as the ----onica or Dashonica. And that's what we know it as today.
Tina Magee (née Wallace) Click here to contact me
Texas, United States Tuesday, April 08, 2003 at 22:01:47 (UTC)
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Dear Johnny
I thought you might be interested in the etymology of the word Damonica. Back when there was little else to do a bunch of Yorkshire druids were hanging around bored when one of them pulled out a strange device and began to make weird musical notes. "Eh Lad," said the duty druid, "tha mun stop that daemon racket. Eee a man can't thole it. And tha's oopsettin' the evening sacrifice!" Immediately the instrument became known as a "Daemonica". It was also known as a "Liberty" (from "diabolical" or "raht liberty") but eventually it came down to us as "damonica".
I hear that you played this instrument in Zambia and have even composed music for it. Would you tell us about it.
Tina Magee (née Wallace) Click here to contact me
Texas, United States Tuesday, April 08, 2003 at 21:51:53 (UTC)
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I appear to have upset a Mr John Chundu from Zambia with my reply to Leonard on his enquiry as to what a Dashica ishe has labled me as an English Moron for my explanation as to what they are, below I will try and elucidate a little
on the subject and say sorry John if I caused you concern.
Dear John You Have totally miscontrued my intentions
all I was trying to do was educate and elucidate on Dashonicas which I gather you are not familiar with. In North East Yorkshire they are as common as brass bands. Every Sat night they congregate in their hundreds to play their Dashonicas. I tried getting a few Zambians interested
in playing them when I was there but they found they could not hold their mouths right when clutching their instruments and reluctantly I had to let them drift away to play their jews harps, a similar instrument but non animated, I still have a musical score that I wrote for Dashonicas that i will scan to you if you desire,just let me know if ever you fancy taking up the instrument. regards Johnny.
Johnny Click here to contact me
Scarborough, United Kingdom Tuesday, April 08, 2003 at 21:38:41 (UTC)
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Heather,
What is the response so far to the Livingstone Lark?
The flight Joburg to Lusaka is reasonable at just over R2000 but direct from Joburg to Livingstone is more than double the fare. The internal flight from Lusaka to Livingstone is overpriced around R1400 as far as I can find out. I can hire an Avis Toyota Corolla for 4 days for around R1200 but I can't ascertain if there is a mileage charge. Any news on the bus story?
For people with hard currencies the prices are cheap but South African have to multiply every dollar price by 8 into Rand so I would ask my compatriots if they have any suggestions on this matter. I recall not so long ago some travel agencies were offering a 3 day visit to Zambezi Sun including hotel and flights from Joburg for around R3500 per person which would be great. Does anyone here have any contacts in the travel agencies.
Cheers - Doug MacScrooge
Doug Grewar Click here to contact me
Vryheid, Natal, South Africa Tuesday, April 08, 2003 at 18:16:57 (UTC)
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Mike
You are quite right, the entrance to the Nkana Hotel bar was just to the left of the off-sales. I had quite forgotten that, but then I was of tender years at the time and bars were 'no go' areas!
The name 'Sealey' springs to mind for the taxi operator - the vehicles were probably seedy. GNR members should pay attention to these postings as there will be a quiz at the end of the year.
Cheers
David Gray Click here to contact me
South Africa Tuesday, April 08, 2003 at 08:48:48 (UTC)
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Leonard a Dashica is two strings across a cats bottom and you play it with your mouth, hope this clears up question,
Regards Johnny.
Johnny Click here to contact me
Scarborough, United Kingdom Tuesday, April 08, 2003 at 06:47:08 (UTC)
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Leonard ......... it sounds like a Zambian taxi to me!
Moira
Moira Steevens Click here to contact me
Brisbane, Australia Tuesday, April 08, 2003 at 05:11:27 (UTC)
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Does anyone know what a Dashica is?
Leonard Nelson Click here to contact me
Philadelphia, PA, United States Tuesday, April 08, 2003 at 01:35:34 (UTC)
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Hi All
www.nrzam.plus.com has been updated
Added Northern Rhodesia Journal Volume V - No. 5 -
1964
Newspapers in Northern Rhodesia
More Cattle Buying on the Kafue, 1902
"German East"
Iron Age Peoples in Northern Rhodesia
The Migrations of the Pitta of Eastern Africa
Mining in Northern Rhodesia Part 2
Trading on the Luapula 1900-04 Part 4
Notes: Bird Calls / The Arms of Northern Rhodesia
/ New Contributors to This Number /
Kasempa-Solwezi in the 1920s / Beetle Brooches /
The Zambezi Boat Club / Sir Richard Goode's
Retiring Party / Cemetery at Mpika / Dr Townsend
Stoors and the NRR
Correspondence: Camels in the 1914 War / Lewanika
Visits Livingstone
Book Reviews
The Publication Fund
'Generation of Men' advertisement
Lusaka Natural History Club
Regards Ian
Ian Singer Click here to contact me
Livingston, West Lothian, Scotland Monday, April 07, 2003 at 19:43:15 (UTC)
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David,
I seem to remember also that there was access to the bar from the carpark and that a taxi firm operated from the
carpark, Seady's or Seedy's Taxis??
Regards, Mike
Mike Wilson Click here to contact me
Dawlish, Devon, United Kingdom Monday, April 07, 2003 at 16:58:39 (UTC)
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Arthur
Re the parking area across the road from the Astra, this served as the enclosed car park for the Nkana Hotel and was also used by folk patronising the hotel 'off-sales' section! If my memory serves me right there was a hand cranked petrol pump there during the war years. Possibly Jimmy Cash can verify this.
The site chosen for the Astra was in fact the third choice, the first being opposite Duly's but planning permission was withheld due to parking considerations. The second site was opposite Thomas Motors - I can't recall the reason for this having to be abandoned (probably the close proximity to the residential area) and the third site was where the Astra was finally built. During all this time the bricks for the project were moved from site to site! My favourite school teacher Mrs. Doris Hervey used to write amusing poetry under the pen name of Dodge-Ellis (her maiden name.) These were published in the Northern News. Doris wrote a piece on the stirring saga of the pile of bricks finally finding a home!
There was great interest in the project as the new cinema was going to show 20th Century-Fox productions as distinct from the MGM, Warner Bros. fare shown at the Rhokana Cinema and which was equally good. What the then younger generation actually got at the Astra was the Saturday 'Serial' produced by Republic Films, a company renowned for its extremely low budget movies. I wonder how many of us marvelled at the manner in which, week by week, the main character always managed to escape certain death . We certainly spent a good deal of our pocket money finding out! The Rhokana showed the African Mirror and the title music was always accompanied by the stamping of hundreds of feet. Management attempted to put a stop to this (I was tempted to say "stamp it out!") by switching off the sound, but to no avail.
One thing that both the Rhokana and Astra had in common was the fact that pre teens favoured the front row and thereby ran the risk of severe eye strain. Teenagers who knew all about the perils of eye strain always favoured the back row!
David Gray Click here to contact me
South Africa Monday, April 07, 2003 at 16:12:35 (UTC)
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Hi All
Below is a site which I enjoyed - it's quite old but may be of particular interest to folk who knew Luanshya.
http://members.shaw.ca/daybreak/chronicles/1997_africa_trip/index.html
Regards ian
Ian Singer Click here to contact me
Livingston, West Lothian, Scotland Sunday, April 06, 2003 at 21:30:44 (UTC)
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Hi All
www.nrzam.plus.com has been updated
Added two stories from the Mazabuka Central
Research Station to Bob Eglinton's section in
Contributions: 'Roast Chicken' and ' The Silage
Pits'.
Regards Ian
Ian Singer Click here to contact me
Livingston, West Lothian, Scotland Sunday, April 06, 2003 at 19:47:59 (UTC)
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Dawie in Antwerpen...
What Dawie forgot was that Antwerpen has the best Patate Frites (chips or french fries) in the whole world. They serve them with thick mayonaise.... I think the secret is that they fry them twice - first time half done, second time just before they are served.
Peter Dielissen Click here to contact me
Fredericton, New Brunswick, Canada Sunday, April 06, 2003 at 11:51:55 (UTC)
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Postscript and Afterthought - Subject, of course, to Arthur's having time to scan a photo each from a few people. Arturo de Sarky - any comment?
Tina Magee (née Wallace) Click here to contact me
Texas, United States Sunday, April 06, 2003 at 11:09:54 (UTC)
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I must chime in with Arthur here. If those are the pictures of girls whose names are forgotten I'm sure the GNR boys would be very interested in seeing the pictures of the girls whose names you remember.
Personally I mourn the lack of pictures of brothers, boyfriends and other honeys in days gone by all looking lekker in their shorts and tans. Actually, you know, just one loved picture of a loved place maybe with the story of its importance, maybe not; a family outing, friends, the possiblilities are endless. OK off to put my money where my mouth is. Anyone who wants, see what you can come up with too.
Tina Magee (née Wallace) Click here to contact me
Texas, United States Sunday, April 06, 2003 at 11:05:10 (UTC)
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Thanks Ali,
I think a huge vote of thanks must go to Arthur for all his hard work in posting the images. Although I know that we from Kitwe have a great advantage in having lived in the most attractive and important place on the Copperbelt I'm sure other folk feel equally proud of their towns so let's see some photos please.
Regards, Mike
Mike Wilson Click here to contact me
Dawlish, Devon, United Kingdom Sunday, April 06, 2003 at 06:27:51 (UTC)
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Artie
You Biased, never after that wonderful postcard from Broken hill, giggles
Ali
Ali Key Click here to contact me
Perth, Australia Sunday, April 06, 2003 at 05:08:05 (UTC)
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Hi all,
Just musing over the lovelly photos, thanks a lot, Mike Wilson your photos are wonderful as usual.
I wish to express my thanks to you Dave Cooper re your finding of the Belgium sites, another link to our wonderful land of our birth.
Alixandria
Ali Key Click here to contact me
Perth, Australia Sunday, April 06, 2003 at 05:04:58 (UTC)
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For the kids,
A leopard went to see an optometrist because he thought he needed
an eye exam. "Every time I look at my wife," he worriedly told
the optometrist, "I see spots before my eyes."
"So what's to worry about?" replied the doctor. "You're a leopard,
aren't you?"
"What's that got to do with anything?" replied the patient. "My
wife is a zebra!"
Johnny.
Johnny Click here to contact me
Scarborough, United Kingdom Saturday, April 05, 2003 at 21:03:18 (UTC)
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N O R T H E R N E R S!
Another message from one of our Belgian cousins who shares the same awe that I have for the events that unfolded that June night in 1960 40 years ago... so many events linked around those events, from Lumumba, to Tschombe, to the Katanga State, to the crash of Dag Hammersskold's plane, to the unspeakable atrocities, to the huge doubt that the event had in our minds about our country and future, regardless of the fact that the Belgians frequently used to say "It will never happen here (Northern Rhodesia)". They were right... but when you see what luxurious extravagance they experienced in Congo, and how working class and of humble means we were in comparison, you just have to ask... was the independence explosion in Congo a result of the vast differences between the colonists and the indigenous population? And really, to what degree of difference would the disparity between us and the indigenous people in our country save us from the same fate? Many Belgians promptly returned... something I did not realise! I can imagine, just look at those houses they left behind in Jadotville, Elisabethville, Kolwezi, Luluabourg, Stanleyville, and Leopoldville! What wonderful cities compared to our modest and bland little ticky tacky featureless places. I should have guessed something was up when they all arrived at O.B. Bennet Hall in Plymouths, Cadillacs, Buicks, and Chevrolets, when we were driving Cortinas, Morrises, Opels, and Zodiacs and Zephyrs. Ag, shame... we thought we were so well off and special. What they must have thought! And after experiencing Belgian food at Antwerpen this weekend, I dread to think what they must have thought of Ketchup, our version of spaghetti, burnt braai meat, and our infamous legacy of English "cuisine". But we did provide them with shelter and safety when they needed it most! And I am very happy and touched to see so many Belgians coming forward, having remembered those days when together as Europeans, we were alone and very afraid in the Heart of DArkness...:
Here's the letter... read on:
Thank you for your letter regarding the Belgians from the old Congo, my step dad was one of thems, who crossed the border in 1960. I was a teeneger durring the 1967 revolution and my family fled back to Belgium untill ordre was re-established.
Marc Vandendorpel
You are welcome Marc! From your very Belgian name, I cant tell if you are Vlaams or Wallon!? But I fired a shotgun at the ducks with the translations, and with both Vlaams and French, I am only missing that little group of Duitsers out on the far reaches of the Belgian eastern frontier (near Maastricht, right)? Is it Limburg where some Belgians speak German as their moedertaal?
Just got back from Antwerpen! I am bowled over... why am I living in Amsterdam? Oh dear, on the move again... and I love Belgian food! Wow! I am going back to Antwerpen next week... loved it so much!
Tot kijk...
Harrrrrtelijke grrrrroeten...
Dave Cooper
Founder of the Great North Road website
Dave Cooper Click here to contact me
Amsterdam, Nederland Saturday, April 05, 2003 at 20:12:40 (UTC)
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Northerners !
I'm way behind with my e-mail and stuff for the message board that has been sent in. I will try and catch up as time allows and will reply to as much e-mail as I can tomorrow.
Doug
Thanks for the information on the caving areas in Mufulira, at first I assumed these areas were caves to be explored, however there is always something new to be learned on the GNR. The response to the mining disaster in Mufulira prompted Bridget Billany to mail me an essay she did for part of her HND which deals with the disaster in some detail and also mining in Mufulira in general. Together with the essay are some very interesting images and a brilliant aerial photo of Mufulira in the early sixties. If I get it all finished I will post it up tomorrow.
In the meantime I am posting up the contributions below, all Nkana-Kitwe this time. No doubt I'll get the usual complaints about my bias, but I have been promised some photos of various farm animals in interesting poses going through a dip which I hope to post later this month, maybe. Heather also sent me a couple of wildlife shots to be posted while she's away.
Arthur,
I broke down and bought myself a slide scanner. Here are a couple of test shots.


Gwen Austin and someone whose name I forget is one, Jennifer ?? is the other.
Hope these images are of interest. I wish I could remember who and where these places and people were. Maybe someone can indentify them.
Thanks
Dave Hounsell
Dave - I presume all your photo's are taken in Kitwe - the "street" image is (as I knew it) Regent Street, the building on the right, the old OK Bazaars building, now called Shopright?
The "bar" image looks like it was taken outside the RTV station on Salisbury Drive looking towards the roundabout junction where Kent Avenue meets. The buildings on the other side of the roundabout - I think the bar was called the Skyline. We had judo classes in part of this building. This area was part of the Parklands shopping area.
The other town photos I don't recognise, no doubt someone else will.
And I don't believe you about not knowing who the girls were - especially "Jenni" - Arthur
Hi Arthur,
Here are the promised bush scenes from 1953.

They were taken in the Lamba Reserve when I was taking supples to the Police A/I who was temporarily seconded to the Game and Tetse Department. The area covered by the patrols stretched up to Chief Shiwuchinga's village. The young man in the photos eventually moved to the Game and Tetse Department and was stationed in the Kafue National Park where he was involved in the rearing of a third lion cub and is mentioned in Norman Carr's book "Return to the Wild". Norman suggested that the cub went on to accompany Elizabeth Taylor in the film "Cleopatra"
Here is a photo which might be of interest.

It is of the Astra Cinema (Kitwe) taken from the Barclays Bank single quarters in 1953. How things changed! The negative was badly damaged through my own carelessness, (It ended up on the garage floor in Kitwe), I've done a basic repair job on it, but it won't stand up to any great enlargement.
Regards,
Mike Wilson
Mike - absolutely brilliant photo of the Astra. I was suprised to see the car parking area across the road from the Astra - I always remember Regent Street having shops right up to the end of the road, however the car park must have been there when I was in Nkana-Kitwe and I was too young to remember it being built over - Arthur
In the archives of the Great North Road there are pictures of Mindola Dam complete with a swimming pool. For us ‘old timers’ those pictures are confusing because it is not Mindola Dam as we remember it. In the early 60’s Mindola Dam was drained because it was causing flooding at Mindola Mine. At the top end of the Dam it looked terrible with trees and stumps sticking out of the muddy sludge. But the diehard water skiers continued to water ski in a very small area close to the old wall.
Then for whatever reasons a new and higher wall was built and the bottom of the Dam was lined with tailings to form a sealer. In January of 1966 we went out to the Dam and the roof had been removed from the Angling Club building and the water level was half way up the walls. The water at the Yacht Club building was already up to the steps of the building. There are a number of slides showing the progress of the building of this wall. Then shortly before we left we took one last look at the dam. At this time the Yacht Club, being a two-storey building no doubt, had been reduced to a pile of rubble and the water was almost up to the old road that had led to the Yacht Club and the Angling Club.

1.The old Yacht Club at Mindola Dam. In the background there is a stone wall that is where the water level used to be before they started draining the dam in the early 60’s.

2.The new dam wall. In the background there is Mindola Dam and the old dam wall.

3.Mindola Dam, the old wall and the slimes tailings on the right.

4.The new Dam Wall.

5.Looking across the old dam wall.

6.Standing on the old dam wall looking down at the area that was going to be filled

7.The water level reaches the Yacht Club; it was a beautiful building.

8.Our son at the age of eighteen months with the water already covering the steps.

9.Mindola Dam filling up.

10.Work on the new Wall

11.A picture of the Angling Club taken in 1965. Ivor and Lynn de Lange (Harris) Margaret de Lange (Charles) and Margaret de Lange (Steve’s sister, yes there are actually three of us. Dereck’s wife is also Margaret -- Peggy to be less confusing.

12.The Angling Club as the water level rises.

13.The rubble of the Yacht Club.

14.Tailings pond as it is pumped out.

15.A closer view of the tailings being pumped out.

16.Mindola Dam, with the rubble of the old Yacht Club.
Marge and Steve de Lange
Marge and Steve - thanks for taking the trouble sending me the brilliant Photo CD's. I will post the other photographs and narratives a bit later - Arthur.
Thanks to ALL of you for contributions.
Arthur
Arthur Steevens Click here to contact me
Stockport, United Kingdom Saturday, April 05, 2003 at 09:36:03 (UTC)
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Northern Rhodesia "Car Code"
It's interesting to me that, apparently, the "car code" (or "Car [or Road] Distinguishing Sign") for Zambia is still RNR (see the bottom of the table at www.columbia.edu/kermit/postal.html#africa), while Zimbabwe was changed to ZW from RSR. Are these stickers still widely seen on car boots in that part of the world?
Craig Hartnett Click here to contact me
Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada Saturday, April 05, 2003 at 07:30:25 (UTC)
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Hi Chisanga...
That was not my writeup rather the way he was introduced at the Empire club in Toronto in 1965. Sir Roy was the lunch time speaker.
I do agree with your comments though.
Peter Dielissen Click here to contact me
Fredericton, New Brunswick, Canada Friday, April 04, 2003 at 22:11:04 (UTC)
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Peter
Your account of Welensky's life was excellent. About eighteen months ago I read Christina Lamb's book, Africa House. It is about Shiwa and the life and times of Sir Stewart Gore-Brown. I was surprised to learn from that book how friendly and close Sir Stewart and Sir Roy were. In history they seem to represent different visions of Northern Rhodesia's development.
Roy Welensky was apparently not the rabid right winger he was depicted in the 1962 NR elections. He certainly could be a demagogue, but I did not think he was more so than any one of his opponents.
He also had a sense of humour. Knowing that my father and his running mate, Tidder, were standing for UNIP, Welensky took the trouble of sending his party manifesto to our home with a personal note that expressed confidence that my father, "like all reasonable Northern Rhodesians", was going to vote UFP!
To say that my father was livid barely hints at the condition.
Chisanga.
Chisanga Puta-Chekwe Click here to contact me
Burlington, Ontario, Canada Friday, April 04, 2003 at 21:37:50 (UTC)
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Johnny G.
Thanks for your good wishes mate. Kids & I are fine thanks. We hope you are fit and as always enjoying yourself. I do still read all the postings on GNR daily but tend to not have much free time these days. Take care mate.
Brasso.
Gary Brassington Click here to contact me
Banbury, Oxon., United Kingdom Friday, April 04, 2003 at 21:27:48 (UTC)
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Ron,
In South Africa we have also been having terrible problems with SARS which has led some people to give their computer records a acid bath. But how can South African Revenue Services give you a problem in Hong Kong?
Cheers - Doug
Doug Grewar Click here to contact me
Vryheid, Natal, South Africa Friday, April 04, 2003 at 17:47:39 (UTC)
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Melanie I have had all my EM'S returned unable to deliver ?
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USAir recently introduced a special half priced fare for wives who
accompanied their husbands on business trips. Expecting valuable
testimonials, the PR department sent out letters to all the wives of businessmen who had used the special rates, asking how they enjoyed their trip.
Letters are still pouring in asking, "What trip???"
Regards Johnny.
Johnny Click here to contact me
Scarborough, United Kingdom Friday, April 04, 2003 at 17:37:49 (UTC)
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Northeners...
An interesting tidbit about Sir Roy Welensky from an Empire Club of Canada introduction in April 1965.
Sir Roy was born in Salisbury, Southern Rhodesia of early pioneer stock. His father had emigrated from Poland, first to the United States, then to South Africa and finally trekked to the new land of Rhodesia. Leaving school at 14 Roy Welensky wandered over much of Africa for three years finding a variety of employment before he turned to railroading and prizefighting and made his home in the railroad town of Broken Hill, Northern Rhodesia. Here he entered the trade union movement and the political field. I cannot comment on the significance of him becoming heavyweight boxing champion of Northern Rhodesia during this period as I am not clear on whether he became a prizefighter because he was a politician or as is sometimes the case here, vice versa.
He rose rapidly as a labour leader. In 1933, at the age of 26, he was elected chairman of the Broken Hill branch of the Railway Workers' Union and a National Councillor holding both positions until his retirement from the railways 20 years later. During this time he became a main line engine driver.
Sir Roy was first elected to the Northern Rhodesian Legislative Council in 1938 and continued to serve without opposition at election time until the Federation of Northern and Southern Rhodesia and Nyasaland was formed in 1953. Sir Roy was elected to its first Assembly and became the right hand man of its architect, Sir Godfrey Huggins, later Lord Markham. Sir Roy was knighted in that year and on Sir Godfrey's retirement in 1956 he succeeded him as Prime Minister. He continued to head the Federation until it was dismantled in 1963. I am sure that my friend the Hon. Donald Fleming shares my interest in knowing that Sir Roy's finance minister, Donald McIntyre, was a Scottish baker. The kneading of dough would seem an appropriate background to this portfolio together with law and accounting.
Following the breakup of the Federation, Nyasaland became independent as Malawi and later Northern Rhodesia gained its independence. Sir Roy returned to the fray to take
a strong stand in Southern Rhodesia against the threat of a unilateral declaration of independence.
I present to you a forceful fighter, pledged to partnership and co-operation with the African community and the Commonwealth, in the words of Sir Walter Scott:
"His square-turn'd joints, and strength of limb, Show'd him no carpe knight so trim, But in close fight a champion grim, In camps a leader sage."
Peter Dielissen Click here to contact me
Fredericton, New Brunswick, Canada Friday, April 04, 2003 at 11:21:13 (UTC)
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Gary good to see you back on the board, regards to the kiddywigs and you mate, Johnny.
Johnny Click here to contact me
Scarborough, United Kingdom Friday, April 04, 2003 at 10:27:57 (UTC)
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To anyone who may have known Dr Nolly Zaloumis, Dentist, Conservationalist (he was instrumental in the St Lucia Wetlands becoming South Africa's first World Heritage Site), mentor and inspirational friend, this is to let you know that he died here in Durban on 23rd March. He and his family spent many years farming in the Livingstone area. He will be sadly missed.
Cynthia Halvey Click here to contact me
Durban, KwaZulu-Natal, South Africa Friday, April 04, 2003 at 10:02:53 (UTC)
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I found the messages re the Congo troubles in 1960, bring back many memories. We had quite a few people stay with us but the most interesting discussions that would go on were in my fathers shack. He was a ham radio operator, and he was the one that had to contact another ham radio operator in Elizabethville conveying messages for family and friends but most importantly messages about the troups there, which were given to the Police or some other Senior official. I was not allowed to be part of those discussions. I was in matric at the time and a group of us girls used to go to Mufulia Mine Club to help. There were little groups of people all over the place with just a few belongings with them, and it appeared that they were sleeping there as no more accommodation was available in town (Mufulira). The most upsetting thing was when I woke up every morning, there were always people outside waiting for my Dad, and hoping to get messages through to their family and friends, their stories were heartbreaking.
Madeleine Luckin (née Bekker) Click here to contact me
Johannesburg, South Africa Friday, April 04, 2003 at 08:11:08 (UTC)
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Northerners!
As I peruse the MANY ex-pat Belgian Congo websites (read: many more sites than we have by the way), I am constantly amazed at how parallel their lives were in Congo. By and large, they lived more luxuriously than we. If you look at the photos of the homes and the cities, you can see that!
Right now I am looking at photos of Jadotville in the 1950's and 1960's. Some of you have an interest in Africa that extends beyond your backyards in Northern Rhodesian towns. If you do, you might be interested in seeing these images. Go to the websites. This set of photos is particularily interesting to me... (Likasi-Jadotville ---don't forget to flip through all the pages of the album.
Geniet!
Dave Cooper Click here to contact me
Amsterdam, Nederland Friday, April 04, 2003 at 07:44:55 (UTC)
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URGENT Message from Ron in HK to all GNR subscribers
After receiving a panic message from the bush near Lusaka I feel it appropriate to advise of the appropriate action to take now to avoid SARS - Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome.
Best wishes and Good Health to you all.
Ron in Hong Kong SAR, China
Action to prevent SARS Pneumonia virus in Africa
Moni Bwana Paddy,
Muli Bwanji,
Ndili bwino,
I must warn you that your doctor has got it wrong - Sulphuric acid does not work on SARS - in fact the bubbles will spread it faster than you can run from your Chimbudzi with your mtemwende round your ankles.
The only sure protection wil be for you to sit at the computer with a special face mask made of elephant dung in the shape of a diver's helmet wornn over your head whilst your body is fully covered in cling film and you wear rubber gloves over hands and feet and a condom on your 'atate ali bwanje'
So do this straight away - the quickest way to make an elephant dung helmet is to sleep under a ripe Marula tree so that when the elephants feed they can also cover your head with their fresh steaming hot wet dung and you can mold or mould it by hand and insert torch lenses for eye pieces.
Do not move whilst 'Njobvuzi zilicucta nchito zao'.
You will have to get a friend to remove all Marula pips.
As for your friend's computer - you must immediately put it in a bath of Phosphoric acid - this does not give off bursting bubbles, but it will most surely kill any virus in the computer, and the plus side is that it will never rust again.
Oh by the way - please get your friend to send me all the Marula seeds and any vegetable ivory palm seeds that have passed through the stomachs of the elephants that help you make your protective helmet. I wish to grow them here to see if I can attract the Asian elephant to come to Hnog Kong so that I can make designer "Hello Kitty" masks for the discerning asian shoppers.
Don't forget to build-in a plastic tube for your favourite beer - you will need to put a one way valve as used on Police Breathalyzers to keep the virus out.
Oh by the way don't forget the air hose and generator air pump - if you have no electricity you will have to rig up your njinga preferably with the back wheel removed to pump air in yourself when you are on-line.
If you are short of a hose pipe - the one you use to syphon petrol from your neighbour's truck will do. Do not use the garden hose as the garden water is not filterd and the virus can be carried through water pipes.
I am working on a design for a removable mask - but will let you have that when you respond to say that you have done all of the above.
I will copy this by kapasu with forked stick so that our friends in Zambia and the rest of Africa can get themselves to a Marula tree Posasedwa msanga-msanga - now now - or chop chop as we say in asia.
Tsalani Bwino, Mbale wanga,
Pali mabvuto koma pasakhale kugoma basi.
Ndifuna Kupita ku chimbudzi wanga ku 'tinkle' 'tinkle' !!!
Ron in Hong Kong SARs, China
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At 19:46 03/04/03 +0200, Paddy wrote:Re: Your Flue
Hi Ron,
My doctor told me that SARS virus could be spread by e-mail. He advised me to put my computer in a bath of concentrated sulfuric acid if I had received a message from Hong Kong in the last three days. He told me to get out of my house and isolate myself.
Well, that is what I've done. I'm now in the bush about 200 meters from my house living in a tent. My computer, modem, fax, telephone, printer, and all other electronic goodies are in a bath of sulfuric acid bubbling and smoking away quietly. This message is sent from a neighbours house but using my user name and password so you can't contaminate him as well.
Enjoy your plague,
Kind regards,
Paddy Fleming
Ron Clibborn-Dyer Click here to contact me
Hong Kong SAR, China Friday, April 04, 2003 at 06:34:19 (UTC)
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Frank Burchill.
Delighted to see you posting on the GNR - you'll enjoy it. Look back in the archived message boards too (pay attention to Sept/Oct 2002 as there you will find pictures of last years Banbury Bash I organised for the GNR folks)and you will find some interesting reading. It is a wonderful site this.
Spoke to the "old man" and all he could do was talk about your long telephone call together the other night. I am delighted that we have made contact again.
My love & best wishes to Pam and hopefully we will see you both soon.
Gary (aka Brasso).
Gary Brassington Click here to contact me
Banbury, Oxon., United Kingdom Thursday, April 03, 2003 at 20:50:24 (UTC)
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If I May introduce myself my name is Frank Burchill and Ihave just discovered Great North Road. Through this exellent facility I have been in touch with Gary Brassington who gave me the telephone number of his father Ron.Ron was my mentor at CPC and guided me through my early times in Zambia.On Tuesday,for the first time since 1978 I spoke to Ron on the phone and needless to say the conversation turned a little bit tearful.I have alsobeen in touch with Mike Wilson which was a smashing surprise after all these years.A few days ago it was totally unexpected.I left Zambia in 1978 and never realised that I was leaving my heart and soul behind.Perhaps someone could explain why We Ex Zambians leave the country and then spend the rest of our lives wishing hadn,t I would love to hear from anyone who worked at CPC Between 1969 and 1978
Frank Burchill Click here to contact me
Wakefield West Yorkshire, United Kingdom Thursday, April 03, 2003 at 17:50:11 (UTC)
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Northerners!
I received this message from Nadine, webmaster of the Elisabethville-Lubumbashi website:
Dave,
Felicitatie voor de vertaling van uw text in het Nederlands!
Dave Cooper Click here to contact me
Amsterdam, Nederland Thursday, April 03, 2003 at 11:13:09 (UTC)
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Hi every one, does any one remember Joe Morton from Mufulira.1946 to 1955. He worked down the mines.Played golf and darts. Could any one enlighten me, as to adult life at that time, as I was only ten when we left, I have some vagaries of life. Thank You, Barry.
Barry Morton Click here to contact me
Brisbane, Australia Thursday, April 03, 2003 at 09:27:36 (UTC)
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Linda
Yes, I have a copy of it. I will post it to you but considering how long it has taken me to post the other stuff, you could be waiting for some time. I can also look around in the bookshops here - there might still be copies available.
Please remind me via email me on Tuesday when I will be back from Western Province and I will get it sent off then - I promise because I have two other parcels that have to go off.
Heather Chalcraft (née Bender) Click here to contact me
Lusaka, Zambia Thursday, April 03, 2003 at 05:51:42 (UTC)
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Northerners:
By any chance does anyone have a copy of Chisanga Puta-Chekwe's book, "An Election To Remember"? He does not have a copy himself at this point and we are both trying to lay our hands on one now. Amazon.com says it is out of print, so I was hoping that someone on the GNR may have purchased it and would be willing to lend it to me. I will pay postage to me and back to you if you are willing to send it to me.
Chisanga and Doug Grewar, I find your interactions extremely interesting and refreshing. As one who did not pay enough attention to my own country when I was living there, it has been fascinating reading what you both contribute. You should write a book together.
Linda Hayes (née Dore) Click here to contact me
Austin, Texas, United States Thursday, April 03, 2003 at 05:09:37 (UTC)
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Dave Cooper.
I read you multi lingual posting on site about Belgian Congo crisis with interest. Although I was only young at the time I recall the incident well - was a sad time in African history (amongst other events like the Mau Mau uprisings). Hope U R well my friend!
Heather.
Sorry have not been posting of late. Like U have been busy with domestic issues. Thanks for the e. mail received recently. U take care.
Gary Brassington Click here to contact me
Banbury, Oxon., United Kingdom Wednesday, April 02, 2003 at 20:52:06 (UTC)
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A Beggar you Canot Refuse.
Please, sir," pleaded the stranger, "Would you be so kind
as to help a poor unfortunate fellow who is hungry and can't find work? All I have in the world is this gun."
Regards Johnny.
Johnny Click here to contact me
Scarborough, United Kingdom Wednesday, April 02, 2003 at 16:16:49 (UTC)
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NORTHERNERS FROM THE WEST
Tomorrow (Thursday) I am leaving for a very quick trip to Mongu and Senanga, so if there are any requests for photos, please let me know.
George Maxwell
There are plenty of people who have been very quiet of late, you included. Welcome back.
Heather Chalcraft (née Bender) Click here to contact me
Lusaka, Zambia Wednesday, April 02, 2003 at 06:11:22 (UTC)
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N O R T H E R N E R S!
Thank you George. You will notice we have some Kenya sites already on the Links page. But I will be happy to have Kenya Kaburus linked.
Here is a request to all other Northerners... how about helping me now track down an ex-pat site for Moçambique and Angola. I know there are some ex-pat Northern Rhodesians who are associated with Portugal... this should give you a headstart out there on the Iberian penninsula.
Hartelijke groeten...
Dave Cooper Click here to contact me
Amsterdam, Nederland Tuesday, April 01, 2003 at 22:33:04 (UTC)
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Kenyan contact site.
Dave I am not sure if you ever managed to track down a Kenyan contact site but check this one out http://kaburus.com
George Maxwell
I notice that Moira cinque vache Fenwick has been rather quiet for a while.
George Maxwell Click here to contact me
Edinburgh, Scotland Tuesday, April 01, 2003 at 21:53:23 (UTC)
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A letter to all Belgians who passed through Northern Rhodesia after the independence of Congo on 30 June, 1960...
Français:
N O R T H E R N E R S!
À partir du moment où j’ai entrepris la conception du site web The Great North Road et jusqu’au jour de son installation sur Internet, je n’ai cessé de réfléchir aux moyens de retrouver mes compatriotes qui semblaient avoir disparu de la planète après le 24 octobre 1964, dispersés dans la diaspora. Durant toute cette période, c’est en grand nombre que me sont revenus en mémoire les évènements qui se sont produits entre le tout début des années 50 et les temps plus rapprochés des années 60. En même temps, je me suis fréquemment demandé ce que les autres communautés, composées d’expatriés issus des pays africains du voisinage, avaient bien pu faire en matière de création de sites web. Certes, j’avais pu voir ce que les expatriés de la Rhodésie-Zimbabwe et de l’Afrique du Sud avaient réalisé. Mais qu’en était-il de ceux du Nyasaland-Malawi, du Tanganikya-Tanzanie, du Kenya, de l’Ouganda, du Mozambique, de l’Angola et, bien sûr, de notre grand voisin, le puissant Congo, dont l’influence s’exerçait jusque dans notre arrière-cour?
Pour beaucoup d’entre nous, Nord-Rhodésiens, les évènements qui ont suivi le 30 juin 1960 font partie intégrante de notre expérience africaine et resteront à jamais gravés dans notre mémoire. Nous avons été nombreux à aider, à soutenir et à accueillir dans nos foyers quantité de Belges qui avaient trouvé refuge dans notre pays en traversant la frontière toute proche. Qu’est-il advenu de tous ces gens après leur départ, lorsqu’ils nous ont quittés pour rentrer en Belgique ou pour refaire leur vie ailleurs dans le monde? Sans doute sommes nous quelques-uns à avoir gardé contact, mais beaucoup d’entre nous, pour ne pas dire la plupart, sont restés sans nouvelles.
J’avais un rêve : celui de retrouver ces gens par l’intermédiaire de sites web semblables au nôtre : The Great North Road. Au fil des ans, il m’est arrivé de faire des recherches sur Internet, en utilisant mes connaissances en français et en ayant recours à des mots-clés qui m’étaient familiers, pour tenter de trouver un site similaire, mais conçu pour les Belges expatriés de l’ancien Congo. Eh bien, j’ai le grand plaisir de vous annoncer que, au cours des dernières semaines, j’ai finalement atteint mon but. J’ai effectivement découvert les sites web que je recherchais! Je me suis mis en rapport avec plusieurs de leurs propriétaires et je leur ai tendu la main de l’amitié, celle-là même qui leur avait été tendue à l’époque, au lendemain de ces jours effroyables de 1960.
Ce qui est remarquable dans ces sites web, c’est qu’ils ressemblent à The Great North Road. Leur nombre est tel que j’ai demandé à Craig de les inclure dans la page des hyperliens. De là, vous pourrez ainsi accéder directement à des sites qui concernent des personnes ayant vécu à Élisabethville, à Jadotville, à Kolwezi et dans d’autres villes ou villages du Congo.
L’hyperlien Elisabethville-Lubumbashi, (http://membres.lycos.fr/lubumbashi/), par exemple, vous conduira à une page d’accueil où il vous faudra, pour entrer sur le site, cliquer sur l’une ou l’autre des icônes représentant un drapeau qui s’agite (anglais ou français). Une fois à l’intérieur, vous trouverez une page d’hyperliens qui pourront, à leur tour, vous mener à beaucoup d’autres sites concernant des Belges expatriés du Congo.
On n’est pas tout seuls !
Vlaams:
N O R T H E R N E R S!
In 1995 ben ik begonnen met het maken van de Great North Road website, alvorens ik het op het wereld wijd zette op 28 april, 1996 wilde ik proberen om mijn landgenoten te vinden die van de wereld verdwenen leken te zijn omdat na 24 oktober, 1964 zij uitgezworven zijn over de hele wereld.
Veel gedachten gingen door mijn hoofd gedurende het maken van de website, van de vroege dagen in de 1950s tot de meer recente dagen in de 1960s. Toen ik bezig was met het maken van de site vroeg ik me af wat de Afrikaanse buurlanden hadden gedaan op het gebied van websites. Ik had gezien wat de Rhodesiën-Zimbabwean en Zuid-Afrikanen ex landgenoten hadden gedaan, maar wat met Nyasaland-Malawi, Tanganikya-Tanzanië, Kenia, Uganda, Mozambiek, Angola, en natuurlijk in onze eigen achtertuin het machtige Congo?
Voor veel Noord-Rhodesiën, zijn de gebeurtenissen na 30 juni, 1960 voor altijd in onze gedachten en zijn een deel geworden van ons Afrikaan zijn. Veel van ons namen de Belgen die vluchte over onze grenzen in huis en helpen hen waar mogelijk.
Wat is er met deze mensen gebeurt nadat ze ons verlieten om in België een nieuw leven te beginnen of ergens in de wereld? Sommige van ons hebben ongetwijfeld nog contact, maar de meeste van ons hebben het contact met deze mensen verloren.
Voor mij is het een droom deze mensen te kunnen vinden met websites zoals onze, Great North Road. Door de jaren heen zocht ik op het web gebruik makend van mijn franse kennis en de door mij bekende frases om websites te vinden die gelijkenis met die van ons vertoonde maar die dan bestemd was voor de Belgische ex landgenoten van het oude Congo.
Met genoegen kan ik nu meedelen dat ik in de laatste paar weken erin geslaagd ben de websites te vinden waar ik naar op zoek was en heb contact gelegd met de eigenaars van deze sites en heb de vriendschap die eens weer hersteld na al deze jaren en deze afschuwelijke dagen in 1960.
Het is opmerkelijk hoe deze sites overeenkomen met de Great North Road. Dezelfde soort herineringen dezelfde levensstijl en het image van de oude fotos van het leven in Afrika lopen opmerkelijk paralel met dat van ons! Er zijn verschillende sites, en ik heb Craig gevraagd om ze toe voegen aan de "links" bladzijde. Er zijn sites voor mensen die woonden in Elisabethville, Jadotville, Kolwezi, en andere dorpen en steden in de Congo.
Wanneer je naar de website van Elisabethville-Lubumbashi (http://membres.lycos.fr/lubumbashi) en klik op of een van de wapperende vlag ikonen (engels of frans), kom je op de site. Er is een "links" bladzijde als u in de site bent die je naar andere Belgische ex landgenoten Congo sites brengt.
We zijn niet alleen!
English:
N O R T H E R N E R S!
When I started creating the Great North Road website in 1995 until I posted it on the World Wide Web on 28 April, 1996, I was thinking of trying to find my countrymen who seemed to have disappeared from the planet in the diaspora after 24 October, 1964.
Many events went through my mind during the creation, from the early days in the 1950s to the more recent times in the 1960s. As I created the site, I would often reflect on what other ex-pat communities from neighbouring African countries had done in terms of creating web sites. I had seen what the Rhodesian-Zimbabwean and South African ex-pats had done, but what about Nyasaland-Malawi, Tangankiya-Tanzania, Kenya, Uganda, Mozambique, Angola, and of course, our great and influential neighbour in our own very backyard, the mighty Congo?
For many Northern Rhodesians, the events following 30 June, 1960 will be etched in our minds forever, and are an integral part of our African experience. Many of us took many of the Belgians who fled across the nearby border into our country into our homes and provided help and assistance.
What happened to these people when they left our doors to return to Belguim or to make new lives elsewhere in the world? Some of us, no doubt have kept in contact, many most of us have lost contact with these people.
For me, it was a dream to find these people through websites similar to ours, The Great North Road. Over the years, I would occasionally search the web using my French and familiar text strings to try and find a website that was similar to ours, but which was designed for the Belgian ex-pats of the old Congo.
Well, I have the great pleasure to report that I have finally met this objective in the past few weeks. I discovered the very websites I have been looking for! I have made contact with the owners of some of these websites, and I have extended the hand of friendship that once was extended so many years ago after those dreadful days in 1960.
What is remarkable is how similar these websites are to the GNR. The same kinds of memories, similar lifestyles, and the imagery of the old photos of a life in Africa remarkably parallelling that of ours! There are a number of sites, and I have asked Craig to include them on the Links page. There are sites for people who lived in Elisabethville, Jadotville, Kolwezi, and other towns and cities in the Congo.
If you go to the Elisabethville-Lubumbashi web site (http://membres.lycos.fr/lubumbashi/) and click on either one of the spinning flag icons (British or French), you will enter the site. There is a links page from within the site that will take you to many of the other Belgian ex-pat Congo sites.
We are not alone!
Dave Cooper
Founder of The Great North Road website
Dave Cooper Click here to contact me
Amsterdam, Nederland Tuesday, April 01, 2003 at 13:02:01 (UTC)
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Morning campers,
I sent this out to a few of my friends and a couple of them thought most of you would enjoy it.
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Once upon a time, there was a female
brain cell which, by mistake, happened
to end up in a man's head.
She looked around nervously, but it was
all empty and quiet. "Hello?" she cried...
but no answer. "Is there anyone here?"
She cried a little louder, but still no answer....
Now the female brain cell started to feel
alone and scared and yelled: "HELLO,
IS THERE ANYONE HERE?"
Then she heard a voice from far, far away ...
"Hello - we're all down here...."
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Johnny Click here to contact me
Scarborough, United Kingdom Tuesday, April 01, 2003 at 05:56:36 (UTC)
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