The Ice Bowl - I spent many happy hours there as a young teenager, we were highly disappointed when it closed down - rumour had it drugs were being peddled and some people saw it as an evil place and prayed for it to be closed down and hey presto! Couldn't see myself on ice skates now though!
I remember the ice bowl! Though I was only in Rhodesia a relatively short amount of time. What great fun it was! Someone had brought back some Benson & Hedges Gold from down south. We smoked those all the way down! (This was shortly after we no longer had international cigarettes and only domestic made ones!) Seems funny to think we could buy smokes in packs of 10s, 20s, or 30s. The memories of a derelict school boy....remember bunking and hoping not to get caught by the headmaster?!
and the phenomenal dark skies and build-up to a REAL thunder storm? Who remembers waking up for midnight feasts while having sleepovers with friends or spending Sunday afternoons at Chipingali
who remembers the Troopie canteens? thanks to all I used to look forward to a hot meal that cost $1.00 and the packed lunch
Does anyone remember the lucky beans we used to buy at Shingadia's in Umtali. Each lucky bean was hollowed out and plugged with a minute ivory plug. Inside were several TEENY elephants carved from slivers of ivory. These lucky beans were 2/6 each in the fifties - about a week's pocket money. Difficult to imagine such fine and delicate work today.
Rajah's for drycleaning, Nathoos
for material, Tip Top for the latest trendy bellbottoms and cheesecloth
shirts, .....Meikles for Saturday peach melbas ..... shoes came from
Cuthberts, and school uniforms from Kiddy Corner. I remember the old post
office in Umtali, with the big post box and TWO public phone booths
....scandalous! I recall Devonshire farms phone no was 2442 ..... it is
indelibly carved into my memory!.....Yes it is good to be up to date and
current, but man oh man its good to reminisce too!
Lusaka Tower, this is Green Leader. This is a message for the station commander at Mumbwa from the Rhodesian Air Force. We are attacking the terrorist base at Westlands farm at this time. This attack is against Rhodesian dissidents and not against Zambia. Rhodesia has no quarrel - repeat, no quarrel - with Zambia or her security forces. We therefore ask you not to intervene or oppose our attack. However, we are orbiting your airfield at this time, and are under orders to shoot down any Zambian Air Force aircraft which does not comply with this request and attempts to take off. Did you copy all that?
P.K. reminiscences. Casting my mind back to Lusaka circa 1947, I can clearly remember when the P.K. buckets were emptied in the wee hours of the night by a man and an ox-drawn waggon. Dad was relaxing in the P.K. one night reading a newspaper by candle light, when there was a rattling beneath him and the bucket disappeared. A shiny black face beamed up at him: "Good evening bwana!" The silent padding of the ox, the clatter of the steel flap, and the noises and smells of the African night are are as fresh in my mind today as they were half a century ago...
I remember Rhodesia in October - those lazy days of summer - and the air was heavy and still waiting for the rains. Remember when you put a tikkie on the parking meter and the traffic cop was call a tikkie thief. When you could buy a whole bag of sweets for a tikkie and a choc ice for 5 cents. Nannies. Sadza and gravy.
- the bread boy who used to ride his 'bike' down the back lanes, ringing his bell. We would stand on the one wheel, look into the cart & choose those long doughnuts with the sweet cream on the inside & caster sugar on the outside. What about buy FAB ice-cream for 3c! New Years at the Centenary Fountain in Byo. Green Mambas, Crunchy Choc Dip, Pink Panther ice-cream at Eskimo Hut. The smell of the soil after a thunder & rain storm.
Some of the more foolish things we did as kids was crawl through the storm drains around Hallingbury school etc. especially the ones that had semi collapsed. And climb to the top of the drive in screen and walk along the top of it,,,,,,,, Mad mad mad!!! Until we got caught by the black guy who looked after the drive in during the day, hey Kenny Green? He gave one of us a good smack across the ear, man did we hate him after that. But we didn't go again after that. Getting a bit older we used to hitch lifts into the drive in for free viewing. What about the clay lekky fights we had at that stream. What a weapon those were, a big round ball of clay on the end of a springy twig. Man did they fly. And boy did they hurt when they hit.
I remember queuing up for the movies at the old Palace Cinema on the corner of Union Avenue and First Street in Salisbury, swopping comics with everyone. Those were the days when Superman was Superman, Spookie and Casper my favourite guosts and Archie my hero.
Thanks for the memory of Pockets Tea Room, Barbours Tea Room, and the Bird Cage at Sanders - such gracious places to partake of gracious food. The individual ceramic "pots" of curry & rice, steak & kidney pie at Sanders, while you watched the tall, graceful,(and gracious!) red-haired Pauline Jenner model the latest fashions.
Who remembers the little gem stones you used to get in the tins of Daybreak coffee?
To all old Gweloites: who remembers "knickabokaglories" the Marche Cafe's famous icecream; Development House, all five storeys of it, where we used to go to the top floor to look at the view; dancing around Bogies clock on New Years Eve; the Emporium Cafe to listen to the juke box; and does anyone remember old Mr. Soriano, who patrolled the theatre to made sure that no one got up to any mischief in the "bioscope" during the flicks???
This item brought back memories of the Movies and dear old Mr Soriano. Does anybody out there remember Mr Lieros who had the little shop next to the Movie House.
On Development House. I used to live across the road from Development House in 7th Street. The highlight of our Christmas Day was to get onto the roof and drop water filled Balloons onto the ever so smartly dressed dudes on their way back from Church..nasty little beggers weren't we.
Anyone remember the Dunstan quarry across the road from the RLI barracks and
Arcadia Club? Kids from Braeside, Arcadia, Cranborne, Chadcombe, Queensdale,
would bunk school to enjoy countless hours of "boating" in half 45 gallon
drums. Our fare would be Lobels current bread, pink cream covered
skondomoyos, cheap wine (Don Juan) Colcom liver sausage sandwiches, and a
couple of packs of Peter Stuyvesant fags. Those who couldn't afford it would
show up with a pack of 10 Star, about the legal equivelant of a spliff. Same
thing applied at the Makabusi river (Canal) Coming from Arcadia, we would
look forward to Fridays 1:00pm to have a gas at all the neat spots.
Saturdays were a real treat, walking to Les Brown swimming pool, starving
after the swim, buying all kinds of sweets from the tuck shop, sherbets,
apricots, everlasting toffees, licquorice, peppermints etc. Mmmmmm, I can
actually taste them.
Some of the other poignant memories would be the smell of wattle and bracken
at Inyanga and the bloody awful slippery bunks on Rhodesia Railways and how
we used to pick the lock (with a bent beer bottle top) on the cupboards
where the bedding was stored after the conductor had done his last round,
careful to refold and return said items in the morning.
Pie, gravy and chips and on Friday's a huge piece of chocolate cake: Gordon's Bulawayo
I share the
sentiments with several people, yes; we were so privileged to have grown up in
Rhodesia. As I read them the nostalgia and flash backs were so imminent.
All my' senses' came into play as I read and read.