This lovely article by Sandra Hardie is a must read. For long time residents it calls back the past that many will remember and indeed probably participated in. For those new to the village it is a lovely history of what St Francis was like way back when and a reminder that maybe we should all bring back some of the fun and village camaraderie and spirit that existed in St Francis in those early days
We have split the article ito two parts so will publish.
Part Two tomorrow.
Lockdown has provided an opportunity to dig out all our Super 8 Cine reels and what fun we have had. We were afforded such enormous privilege to be part of the beginnings of St Francis Bay.
I originally came to St Francis Bay with my parents about 1960. We had a house in Harley Street. When I say “house” the dwelling consisted of two rondavels joined together by a wall with a washtub in the middle. There was not another building in sight. Gas lights at night.
The area abounded with wildlife – Bushbuck, Duiker, Porcupine, Honey Badger, Otter, Bushpig, Mongoose, Caracal and Cape Leopard, together with prolific birdlife. These creatures were unthreatened and comfortable to be amongst us.
Leighton would bring us our milk on a donkey cart every morning. He was just starting the canals. One has to wonder what this humble man with enormous vision would have thought of today’s opulence and ostentation.
George and I bought a holiday home in Lovemore Crescent in 1971. It was the first spec house built by Cathy and Duncan Lethbridge and from its vantage point one looked down on a mile wide beach, the odd dirt road and only one other house, that of Joan Anderson.
We slept with the balcony doors open and whilst the dogs slept the wildlife came into the garden, such as it was, because there was no need of fences. We went to the beach and left an unlocked house. There was no enticement for criminals in those days.
Leighton built the hotel in the early 1970s and it provided a great asset for residents and holiday makers alike. Every Saturday morning everyone congregated in the pub and Leighton would serve piping hot chips on a steel tray. One of the de Vos family members from Goed Geloof Farm would arrive on his mule which would be tethered outside the pub. He was often to be seen returning to Goed Geloof on the mule but this time facing backwards with arms around its belly.
There was one tiny shop and a big lorry would arrive with bread, milk and vegetables at 2pm when a bun fight ensued to be there first. Of course there was no bridge so the open truck had travelled 30km on the dirt road from Humansdorp, with seventeen farm gates to contend with and its contents would be smothered in dust and the milk often tainted.
It was then that we acquired our milk from the de Vos family who lived on Goed Geloof Farm, the original dwelling of the area. They would also provide us with vegetables and sometimes a turkey at Christmas. Farther down the road was Mr Olivier who kept chickens and provided us with eggs.
Every holiday we would make one or more treks to Humansdorp for steaks at Kontiki Restaurant. They were the very best. One sat in small cubicles with very upright backs so it was not the most comfortable place but it had such charm and we loved our outings there. On the long drive back to St Francis the headlights would pick up countless wildlife and we would often stop to move a Nightjar.
Swiss Cottage was opened by Toby and that became a jolly place for an excellent Sunday lunch. Toby would play several instruments and sing. The Daces opened a restaurant in what is today Big Time Taverna which was beautifully appointed and also served excellent meals. Overlooking the Marina Small Boat Harbour it was a most pleasant place to eat.
If anyone has photos from those days that you would like to share please send them to the editor at email@example.com