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IN THIS EDITION
1 PRIMEVAL MUTTERINGS
2 NOTICES
3 CONGRATULATIONS
4 CONDOLENCES
5 BULAWAYO NEWS
6 Electricity Saving Hints
7 MISCELLANEOUS FOR SALE a) ACCOMMODATION / HOUSES / FLATS
b) VEHICLES
c) TOOLS / MACHINERY / ELECTRONIC
d) LIFTS WANTED AND OFFERED
e) SITUATIONS VACANT
f) MISCELLANEOUS
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PRIMEVAL MUTTERINGS
HeeHoo become somewhat strange at this same time every year.
Something happens to him when the days are crisp and cool and the
nights are icy. Some deep primeval force starts to move within the
savage beast when the leaves start to fall off the jacaranda trees
and the town starts to look dry and dusty.
A certain edginess ? Is it something in the air perhaps ?
He scans Getaway magazine and the travel programmes on telly. He
searches avidly for Richard Attenborough and starts to watch Animal
Planet.
A smattering of khaki starts to creep into his usual elegant blue
and
white shirt choices. He absent mindedly wears his vellies to work
instead of his severe polished black lace up shoes.
And then suddenly, as if a butterfly emerges from his chrysalis, he
packs his binos, starts to search for cameras, gathers up his bird
books and unceremoniously bundles me into the car heading north.
The HeeHoo migration pattern has begun again.
Two hundred and thirty odd kilometres later, we pull into a bush
camp
at Hwange and it is only after three four hour game drives in the
National Park, and several hours spent at pans and waterholes, that
he appears nearly normal again.
His needs are simple as are the needs of most Zimbabweans at this
time of the year, he needs his annual Winter Hwange Top Up !
Binoculars remain glued to the eyes for hours on end, favourite
floppy hat is virtually tattooed to his head. The magnificent stark
brown and gold winter veld is scoured once, scoured twice, scoured
again for anything that flicks, anything that flits and thing that
flies.
He breathes in the magical misty mornings, devours the clear azure
endless skies, is transfixed by the autumn tones of the swaying
grasses, the iridescent yellow and gold leaves which silently and
suddenly appear at the tips of the Red Syringa bushes.
This year we were lucky to be able to book into tented camp on the
edge of Hwange - Zimbabwe's best kept secret "The Hide".
The Hide is a magnificent thatched bush camp overlooking a
waterhole,
where you can lie in bed and watch the animals come down to drink.
Somehow we found ourselves in the Honeymoon Suite which boasted an
old colonial ball and claw bath nestling into the rocks and
completely open to the surrounding bush.
Even I can be tempted to watch game from a bath full of steaming
hot
bubbles, glass of champagne in hand,a fish eagle watching me
balefully from his perch in the tree, and four giraffe and one lone
bull elephant pretending not to giggle at this very strange sight !!
Guests at The Hide included some of the touring Bangladesh Cricket
Board and so HeeHoo was in his element discussing his favourite
sport
ad nauseam and soon great friendships were cemented over several
bottle of good red wine !
Barry and Bridget Wolhuter who run the Hide have managed to create
a
formidable team around them, from Daffy the game guide to beautiful
Lauren the camp hostess, the food was excellent and the decor most
tasteful.
The silence is immense as I write, except for the idiotic
mutterings
of a chain of dilly guinea fowl, the snickering of a group of shy
bush buck, and in the distance, that most special of all Hwange
sounds, the deep guttural grunt of hunting lion !!
There is continuous traffic past the front of the open flapped
tent,
a fine male kudu with his harem and nursery of last years babies.
A trail of pronking impala, two warthogs are fossiking in the mud,
a
troop of baboons are keeping a wary eye on the security detail who
claps his hands and they run off a few paces in derisive defiance.
"Knock knock" says Nicholas and miraculously a tray of tea appears
on
the veranda and in the distance the drums begin to beat to signal
breakfast is being served in the boma ....
e mail - <2THEHIDE@bushmail.net>
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Condolences
'Deaths:
Beryl Walsh - beloved mom of Carol Warren and Kathy Hodgskin - on
10th July 2006, after battling with emphasaemia. Gone to her
beloved
Gordon at last. We shall always miss your love and gentle ways,
Mom.'
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I would like to send my condolences to Ralph Glover's wife and
family. Ralph and I did a lot of business together over many years.
He was a true friend, an honest businessman and a gentleman of the
highest order. Ralph, go well, my friend. Many happy memories.
Peter
Botwright
Email: peterbotw@tesco.net
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C O N D O L E N C E S
CARLSSON Jeanette
Beloved mother, gran and great gran. Passed away 10 July 2006. A
courageous and upright woman of substance who has left wonderful
memories behind. We will cherish the virtuous and invaluable
knowledge she passed on to us. A beautiful memory left behind.
Sorely missed by your family.
ARLENE BARNETT - DEEPEST SYMPATHY TO CECIL AND HAYLEY FROM THE
HEADMISTRESS AND STAFF AT GIRLS' COLLEGE AND ULWAZI INSTITUTE
WE OFFER SINCERE SYMPATHY TO THE FAMILIES OF THE FOLLOWING
LOUIS FINN
DONOVAN GRANGER
ERIC MATULICH
FRANK VUSUMUSI MOYO
DAVE MICHIE
MAVIS WILLIAMS - DEEPEST SYMPATHY TO THE FAMILY FROM YOUR LOVING
FAMILY AT GIRLS' COLLEGE
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I was wondering if you could kindly notify your readers about the
death of my grandfather, Arnold Mills?
He was quite a well-known identity around Bulawayo, especially in
the
1950s & 60s. You may know the house he built in Weir Ave in
Hillside
- the large Spanish-style place with the silver dome on the roof?
Arnold Taylor Mills ( 2 /9/1907 - 3/7/2006 ) R.I.P.
'Shlala ghashla Mdala'
email - Dr Brian Mills -<b.mills@sso.wa.gov.au>
I have a lovely eulogy written by Arnold Mills son Brian - please e
mail - < magskriel@mac.com> if you would like a copy of the story
of
the life of a very well known Matabele.
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PRITCHARD. ESME.
ESME PASSED AWAY ON FRIDAY 21ST JULY. SHE WAS A VERY DEAR FRIEND
AND
SHE WILL BE MISSED BY MYSELF AND SO MANY OF HER FRIENDS AT GARDEN
PARK ALSO IN AND AROUND BULAWAYO.
MY DEEPEST SYMPATHY TO CAROL,IAN AND THEIR FAMILIES
LOVE MARGIE AND JOHN QUERL
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PRITCHARD ESME.
PASSED AWAY ON FRIDAY 21ST JULY.
SO SORRY THAT I WAS NOT THERE TO SAY GOODBYE ES. WAS SO LOOKING
FORWARD TO SEEING YOU IN SEPTEMBER. YOU WHERE A VERY GOOD FRIEND
FOR
SO MANY YEARS. WONT FORGET YOU.
DEEPEST SYMPATHY TO CAROL,IAN AND FAMILIES
LOVE VAL WINTER.
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ESME MAY PRITCHARD.
PASSED AWAY SUDDENLY IN BULAWAYO ON THE 21ST July 2006. Loved
Mother of
Carol and Locko, Ian and Ali and a dear granny to all her
grandchildren. Es
touched so many hearts with her zest for life and will be sadly
missed by
all.(Wednesday Tea.)
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It is wth great sadness that I must tell you all the my dear friend
Zelma Blakeway died at 12.45 p.m. today of cancer. Her children
Ross
and Bonnie, and her sister Ada were with her. It was an extremely
painful 6 months for her, and her death came as a huge relief.
The last words Zel said to me - while she was in Hospice - were "I
am
feeling so guilty just lying here, I should be helping you!"
Goodbye my friend, I can only imagine how excited Bill is to see
you. We are going to miss you rushing around helping, and I am
going to miss the fun we had doing the fundraising and delivering
hampers.
Bonnie's email address - Bonnie Gerber bonnie.erin@polka.co.za
Ross's email address - Ross Blakeway hereisross@blakeway.co.za
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Doris Bullivant, much loved mother of Michael & Lindsay, died
peacefully at
home on Friday 21 July.
"No-one who knew your Mum could possibly have failed to love her.
She
will
be sadly missed and very fondly remembered. She was simply lovely,
and I'm
just sad that the last few months haven't been much fun for her -
and
yet
she kept on smiling.." Leslie Howard
"One of the most gracious and lovely people we ever knew." Keith
Nicholson
"She was an incredible lady and I feel privileged that I had the
opportunity to meet her." Caroline Clegg
Life shrinks and expands in proportion to one's courage. --Anais Nin
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THE COLOUR OF HOME
And for the people who have left, the aches and longings of being
strangers
in strange lands are probably even harder. The longings are for
familiarity,
for friends and family left behind, for the climate and
countryside,
and for
the laughter in the wind of the country that will always be home.
Recently
someone living in exile said how much they missed the colours of
Zimbabwe
and it made me realise how we take the richness and beauty of
Zimbabwe for
granted.
Winter is almost over now although we are still waking to blankets
of
frost
sprinkled on the ground in the early mornings. The days are mostly
clear,
bright and sunny and the skies are a brilliant blue. The grass is
golden and
yellow in the fields and in the vleis and stream beds the red hot
pokers
have almost finished flowering. In the bush the lucky bean trees
are
just
opening their clusters of red flowers and in our towns the
poinsettias are
covered in scarlet. In the highveld the Msasa trees have begun
shedding
their load and the ground is covered with hard, curly, deep brown
pods,
their shiny dark brown seeds lying in the sand waiting for the rain
when
they can start the cycle all over again. And to end our days are
the
sunsets
which are filled with spectacular colour: pink and then lilac, and
at
last
orange and polished copper.
CATHY B.
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When we were hungry, the masters were eating, but they had not the
eyes to see that we were hungry. --Sahiful Mondal
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Men are from earth. Women are from earth. Deal with it.
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"When we face the worst that can happen in any situation, we grow.
When circumstances are at their worst, we can find our best."
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Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind
word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of
caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. --
Leo
Buscaglia
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