Bussing to School

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No doubt wherever you lived in Durban, I would say the majority of you experienced going to school by bus unless you lived across the road from School. My memories of bussing to school date from 1954 through to 1961.

At that time the Durban Corporation laid on what must have been one of the best bus services in South Africa. It was punctual, reliable and relatively cheap. For many it was the only mode of transport they had and so became a part of life. Moreover the bus service serviced just about the whole of Durban and its immediate suburbs. One remembers that the bus service in the central areas was served by trolley buses and the outlying areas by motor buses. What I recall the motor buses were all double decker, the single decker motor bus only coming on the scene later.

I arrived at Marist Brothers (St Henry’s) in 1954. I was in Std 4. We lived at the time near Park Street, just off Smith Street. I recall that one of the things that had to be arranged was to get a Bus Season Ticket. This was bought at the bus office situated at the corner of Gardiner and West Street. The public toilets were either side. Ladies on the left with a waiting room and Men on the right going down steps to a “subterranean” facility. The bus office also served as a Lost Property depot and people finding bags, umbrellas etc. on the buses could deposit them there till the owners retrieved them. People were quite honest in those days. One also bought ticket coupon books there and picked up bus timetables.
Bus Office Durban
I see now the old bus office has been remodelled, no longer exists and is an entry into the Town Gardens.

Back to the Season Ticket. The ticket was valid for a school term if I remember and was made of strong paper with a mesh backing. The back was a distinctive colour remembering yellow, blue, green and red. On the front particulars were printed and you entered your name. Just about every junior school pupil had a leather season ticket holder in which the season ticket was placed and this was attached to your school case handle. It was a bit of an infra dig for “seniors” to have these season ticket holders attached to their cases so they carried them in their top blazer pockets. With the Season Ticket went a “Sports Season” which also had to be obtained at the bus office. It was a plain card with some writing explaining its purpose. Season Tickets were only valid till 4 pm. If you had to attend after school sports or training, music, speech, dance classes etc. then after 4 pm you would have to pay the normal bus fare. A Sports Season however reduced the normal fare to a penny (1 cent). Conductors would ask you to show your Sports Season. I recall I always had one.

St Henry’s is located in South Ridge Road some distance from the centre of town and was served by three bus routes. The best one was Manor Gardens (Route number 89) which had its terminus in town on the corner of Gardiner and Smith Street right opposite the City Hall. It was also the terminus for the Nursing Homes bus (Route 88).

The Manor Gardens and Nursing Homes buses followed the same route out of town and from memory left Gardiner St. and turned left up West Street. There were more pick up passengers in the CBD in West Street than in Smith Street. Both main streets in those days were two way. I stand to be corrected but I think at Broad Street the bus turned left off West St and then turned right into Smith Street heading for Moore Road. I used to catch the bus outside a furniture shop called Peach and Hatton. The buses were double decker motor buses and thinking back there were two body styles. One was the normal rear of the bus entry with staircase leading upstairs and a step into the lower section. The other was a mid bus entry with a stair case as you entered leading upstairs and the down stairs seating section split left and right as you entered.

The bus route continued along Smith Street till it got to the Louis Botha Statue and here veered left heading for Moore Road. Berea Road met West Street roughly at this point as well. I still recall that the Durban Girls’ Model School building was still standing roughly at the bottom end of Moore Road. It was abandoned then as the new Durban Girls’ High School had been built as its successor. Once in Moore Road it was uphill all the way now. Moore Road then was lined with blocks of flats and some old residential houses on both sides. One of the stops was at 194 Moore Road which was Davaar Kindergarten School. Here the principal would be there to meet the bus and the young children taken off. Davaar was a corrugated iron house in those days. It was a very old establishment and I see it was already in existence at the same address in 1938 with Miss Ramsey as Principal. Further on the bus would stop to pick up a class mate, Manny de Passos (later Rev. now deceased) who lived across the road. At the same time, his older sister would be at the front gate on her way into town and from upstairs a wolf whistle would emanate from one of the cheeky senior boys. People lived to bus time schedules and one stuck by them.

The upper part of Moore Road became quite steep at this point and the old double decker, now fully laden, would chug up the road. Its relief would come at Chelmsford Road were it would take a left turn into the flat road heading for the Sanatorium. Another memory is that as the bus approached Chelmsford Road it passed a block of flats on the corner called “Brierly”. The flats had open verandahs and one, virtually level with the top deck, a boy with a DHS tie on would make an appearance on the verandah. This was the wrong time to do so as he was regaled with “Horse Fly” from the whole upper deck. DHS pupils were known as “Horse Flies”. Now on the straight the Manor Gardens bus would next stop outside the Sanatorium where the nurses would get off. If the bus was a Nursing Homes bus it would turn right up Clark Road at this point heading for Entabeni Nursing Home. Not known as hospital then. Carrying on with Manor Gardens route, the bus continued passing what was a very bushy and wildly forested area (now a parking lot for St Augustine’s) and then came to the Meyrick Bennett Park on the left. Here the bus turned right into Maze Road heading for St Henry’s. Maze Road is a narrow winding road which apparently was the road leading to the residence of David Don. The property was known as “The Maze” and gave name to the road. David Don was a noted business man, member of the Natal Legislative Council and a respected bibliophile. On his death, his library of Africana books was donated to the Durban Public Library in 1915 and is known as “The Don Collection”. The property was bought by the Marist Brothers fraternity in the late 1920s and the school was opened in 1929.

Having wandered up The Maze, the bus would turn left into South Ridge Road and the bus stop was right outside the school gate. Here all the boys exited and headed to the school. The school bus stop was situated in a rather dangerous spot. On the left the bus would head uphill to the University but on the right was a very steep hill which led to a dangerous intersection of Glenwood Drive and South Ridge Road. To negotiate the hill one had to pick up appreciable speed and coming down the hill one picked up speed. The bus stop was at the low point and seniors would be on duty to see that the pupils crossed the road safely.
In later years the steepness of the hill was reduced. It used to be one of the better places in Durban to practice your hand brake take off uphill when getting ready for your driving test. The Nursing Homes bus would go up Clark Road, turn left into South Ridge Road and outside the Entabeni entrance, two white pillars in those days, turn in and stop under a large fig tree in the grounds. This was the terminus.

The boys would then get off and start a trudge along Glenwood Drive which came to Marists Road and the side entrance to the school. I see now that Entabeni has spread itself, left and right of Glenwood Drive in the vicinity of the hospital. It all used to be residential.

Bus stops in those days were very convenient meeting places. Not only did you meet school mates but local girls from the area would also be there. I must say in my day as a senior, opportunities to meet the fairer sex were never played down. It kept you in touch with the local girls and of course working both ways, you had an “in” to their circle and they had an “in” to yours. I suppose it’s called networking these days.
I cannot say I remember particular bus drivers or conductors. Faces did become familiar though day in and day out but that was about it. I can only recall one occasion when the bus broke down and everyone had to dismount and wait for the next one. Other memories were the days it rained when the juniors with satchels on their back looked like hunch backs under their raincoats. Plastic raincoats, called mackintoshes in those days, were in, a popular one was Pac-a-Mac. But whatever raincoat you had it seemed the day it rained, the buses were over full for some reason. All windows were closed and the heat generated by a bus load of people, the windows would steam up. Everyone dripped on each other and at each bus stop the next miserable soaked individuals climbed aboard. Rainy days on buses were not the best,

Another observation was that upstairs there was no standing room allowed. Conductors saw to that regulation. Downstairs, standing room was allowed and on some days the more the merrier! I must say that generally the interior of the buses were perfectly acceptable. The Durban Corporation saw to the upkeep of the interiors and torn seats were hardly found. Maybe people had more respect for public property. There was very little graffiti come to think about it, the occasional arrow pierced heart with initials scratched in to the paint work and one scribbling I do remember were the words “Hoof Hearted” written in a prominent place at the front of one bus. Spray cans did not exist then.

Funnily enough after school the Nursing Homes bus was the more popular. I think this was because it was a leisurely stroll and along the way was the Glenwood Supply Store where one could get a Coke or something to eat. To an extent as well, the rush home would be delayed because if one was “going steady” there was a rendezvous to be kept in town so that you would accompany your other half, home.

I mentioned the third bus route. This was the least popular but in times of necessity was there to be used. This was the Glenwood bus route. This was a trolley bus route and would wind its way through town, then lower Umbilo, Glenwood, through Bath Road (an open thoroughfare then) to MacDonald Rd. where it headed up towards the terminus. The terminus was marked with an Art Deco type building topped with a large square clock. The building stood under an enormous Natal Fig Tree. Here the trolley bus would stop and get its timing right and then make a U turn heading back to town. Beyond the Chelmsford Rd. intersection, MacDonald Rd narrowed to a single road and became very steep ending up at Haraldene Rd and South Ridge Road , virtually at St Henry’s School. Using the Glenwood bus one had quite a long walk from the terminus to the school and all uphill and on the way home one had the steep downhill trip to negotiate. I recall that on the steep downhill there were large trees that dropped large seed pods. These were rather dangerous as when you stepped on one you slipped uncontrollably. However you had the dare devils and I saw boys get one seed pod under each shoe and slide down the hill on them. A skate board precursor!

The Glenwood bus was used by the Glenwood schoolboys. They had to walk to the bus stop at the end of Bath Road which had a small building attached to it. Bulwer Park was behind. I have an idea there was a toilet in the building for the use of the Parkie (Park keeper) who used to patrol the grounds. Bath Road was closed when MacDonald Road was widened and is now a cul de sac.

All the years I went St Henry’s I can only remember two cars that used to drop off pupils in the mornings. Everyone else bussed, some even coming by train to Durban and then catching a bus. There was a general understanding that the bigger boys would see that the younger ones got to the school safely. Parents quite happily put their Class 1s on the bus and waved goodbye. I doubt that would happen today.

I must say bussing to school was something one accepted and treated as normal even from an early age. You made your way to school and back home on your own. You learnt to do it with confidence and as you grew older it did give you the mobility to move around to see friends, go into town, go to the movies, etc without being dependent on your parents. Those who experienced it I am sure realise now, how much freedom we really had.

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Tongaat locomotive

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Arthur Gammage has asked if anyone knows where the Tongaat Locomotive that used to stand in Bulwer Park is now or if you have a picture of it. Arthur tells me that Eric Lupke obtained permission from the Parks Department to remove the loco in order to restore it to running condition. Eric died not long after after his retirement from City Electricity Department and Arthur doesn’t know if the project was completed or what happened to the engine.

I’d also be very interested to hear what happened to the locomotive seeing that I spent countless hours playing on it on walks around Bulwer Park in my youth.

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Ovington Court Update

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Picture courtesy Jack Cann.

 

For many years we’ve had a page on the wreck of the Ovington Court which occurred off Addington on 26 November 1940. We’ve been keeping it updated as new information comes to hand and the latest is a submission from Alan Young in which he talks of the aftermath of the wreck and which I’ve added to the bottom that page. Click the link above and scroll down to the bottom of the page.

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The Woodlands Drummer

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I have just received this photo from a friend of mine that grew up in Woodlands. Apparently during the 1950s, this man would walk the streets of Woodlands beating his drum asking for donations. When given a donation he would beat his drum and do a bit of a soft shoe shuffle before moving on. Just recently on FB someone was asking if anyone remembered him. Part of the passing parade.

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DLI Reunion

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We have had a request from Robert Timmerman to put out the word about a reunion next year of a platoon from the Durban Light Infantry who were involved in a contact 35 years ago. He wrote:

Hi, this is a very different request for assistance on the site. Please bear with me as the widespread diaspora of Durbanites has left us with a dilemma.

Us being Durban Light Infantry, with a need to locate members of Platoon 1 who were on Beacon 25 North of Eenhana on 25 may 1984 with Lt. Deon van den Bergh and Sergeant Mark Whitson (later Lt. Col and Officer Commanding D/L/I.) when we were in contact with a band of SWAPO operatives for a period of about an hour.

Next year is the 35th anniversary of the event and we are attempting to trace as many members of the platoon as possible to attend the gathering at the Drill Hall in Greyville Racecourse.

If you could post this – the contact email is beacon25reunion@gmail.com.

The DLI’s story is a fascinating one and I’m the proud possessor of a two-volume history of the regiment containing what is believed to be one of the most accurate accounts of the surrender at Tobruk and detail about the regiment’s most illustrious part-time soldier, Brigadier-General James Scott Wylie. I’d be very happy to hear details of the regiment’s more recent history including this incident. Perhaps we could work towards having a DLI page on this site and contributions will be most welcome.

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Point School 1903?

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Lawrence Somasundram has written to ask if anyone knows of a Point School which would have been in operation around 1903 and would have either been solely for Indian pupils or had them in its numbers. The school was mentioned in a letter written by his grandfather who was apparently employed there as a teacher. He is keen to know where the school could have been located.

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Aimee Lykes

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Now here’s a real treat for all you Durban fans. Angela Romain saw our post on the Aimee Lykes which ran aground on the Aliwal Shoal in 1964 and had some movie footage and stills of the vessel shot by her parents John and Meradel Romain during a visit to Durban. She quickly put the images together in a movie for our pleasure and I was the second person to view it. Who’ll be next?

I remember those days very well when you could walk right up to edge of the dry dock to see what was on going on and I can still get a bit of a cold shiver just thinking about it. Driving round the docks was our favourite Sunday afternoon pastime and I wouldn’t be surprised if we went to to see the Aimee Lykes in dock too.

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Theater Memories

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Reader Belinda dropped a comment on the very popular Arcades of Durban post and it raised so many memories I thought it should have its own post. She wrote:

Reading all these posts have brought a flood of memories … I can’t remember whether it was Murchies Passage or Salisbury Arcade, but in the early 70s there was a shop that sold hippie paraphernalia, adjacent to the flagship Wimpy. On Saturdays, the Dbn hippie community (and part-time hippies) would hang out there, flowing onto the pavement surrounding the shop – much to the horror of the older generation. Watching Steve Fataar play at the YMCA one afternoon before the police declared the gathering illegal … the gig moved to a commune in Ritson Road, they could not stop the music no matter how hard they tried …

Later the shop Bilbo opened on the cnr of an arcade (Murchies or Salisbury … the memory is rusty) and Smith street, their clothes were the rage around 1976/7 offering alternatives for matric dances to the hideous trilobal dresses that flooded the market then … Bilbo’s harem pants and tunic were considered super hot in during 1977. In the early 80s I was based at the Little Abbey Theatre in Commercial road and we would get our eye kajal and sandalwood soaps from a little shop in Ajmeri Arcade.

Also remember with many fond memories the Oriental Bazaar that was situated on Commercial road, nearer the beach side, great place to buy puzzle rings. Back in the 60s had ballet lessons on the second floor of an old building in the lane that led from the top of Russell Street to the Emmanuel Cathedral. Will never forget climbing the rickety old wooden staircase to the strains of castanets and Spanish dancing at Pat Farman’s ballet school. Seminal memories… also visits to Carnival and Backstage in Payne’s Building to buy ballet shoes… the smell of grease paint that hit one on entering … evocative smells that no longer exist in the entertainment industry. Read More

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Evacuee to visit Durban

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Susan Woodville wrote in to ask if anyone knew her father during his time in Durban. She wrote:

My father (Stephen Woodville) was an evacuee in Durban during WW2 – he came from the UK about aged 10 to live with his uncle Bob Woodville (and his cousin Bert Woodville). He sang as a chorister in St Thomas’ church, joined their scout group and became asst. scout master. He LOVED his 10 years in durban. After leaving school there, he joined BOAC as a radio engineer on the flying boats in Durban Harbour, before returning to the UK. He is now 91 years and in good health and will be visiting Durban 30 October 2018 to 6 November. Does anyone remember him?

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