It is important for me to never forget where I came from – it made me what I am today. My past is where I learned my values through the people I met through life. Some were role models, but others were not. However, these people show me what to do in life and not to do. I will treasure having all of them in my life forever.
The Queen Victoria Hospital
I was born a princess (Yes, I know what you may think, but I can imagine it – it is my fairy tale)
To explain this, I have to go far back to where I was born. My parents lived in Johannesburg, South Africa at that time and I became the second child in the household. The hospital where I was born was architectural wise a building that is nothing glamorous today, but I’m sure it was a unique building style of that era.
The hospital was built in the Hillbrow district of Johannesburg in the Gauteng Province, previously Transvaal. Some people referred to Johannesburg as Egoli – the place of gold due to its gold mining activities. Read more about Johannesburg’s history from this link.
The Princess part
Since my mother told me where I was born and why I am named Linda, I build pictures in my mind of a beautiful princess living in a castle. My name apparently came from a very kind and beautiful nurse that worked in the maternity ward in the Queen Victoria Hospital. From a young age I read stories about Queen Victoria and put myself as a princess in the stories and therefore I considered myself as a princess.
I always wondered how the hospital looks like and I was so lucky to find this image from someone’s blog who was born there too. I sent him a message to confirm his permission to use this photo on my blog to which he kindly gave me permission to include the above image in my blog – thank you, DWR.
The Queen Vic and its history
Queen Victoria Hospital
Queen Victorial Hospital
DWR’s blog contains more information on the hospital. I also received more images from him and he told me that the building is no longer in use as a hospital. That explains the condition of the building which seems to need upgrading to be restored to its former glory. My investigation to find more information about the Queen Victoria Hospital led me to the following web page, which contains information about the architect who designed the building.
From Johannesburg to Brandfort
My parents moved around quite a bit throughout the years, but I live the most of my childhood years in Brandfort, a small farming community-town in the Free State. My strongest memory of Brandfort is the beautiful white angel statue in front of the church next to a monument in remembrance of the Anglo-Boer War. This angel was and is still very special to me – it is if she watches over the town as a guardian angel. The image of the church comes from a website about Brandfort (2008).
Dutch Reformed Church Brandfort, South Africa
From that time, onwards, I walked through many paths of life – ups and downs and sideways. I completed school and moved to Bloemfontein, a city in the Free State Province 65 Kilometers away from Brandfort to start my adult life.
To Bloemfontein
After working in Bloemfontein and moving to Kroonstad (also in the Free State), I once again moved back to Bloemfontein where I met my husband. Our wedding day took place in the historic Two Towers Church situated in Church Street. I asked the owner of the Two Towers Church images’ permission to use it for my blog, to which he agreed. More info on Bloemfontein can be found on the SA History and Bloemfontein Info websites.
Towers Church Bloemfontein
Two Towers Curch Bloemfontein
Moving to Pretoria
We moved to Pretoria in the Gauteng Province and later to several towns in Mpumalanga. Our two boys were born after five and eight years of marriage and for the next twenty plus years, I faced the biggest challenge of my life – I am a mother now in the full sense of the word. Since my two boys became young adults themselves, I started with my own studies to which I’m still a student today.
Pretoria from the Union Building’s garden’s terraces. The image belongs to carlosoliveirareis’ photostream and is declared to be available under the Creative Commons Licence agreement
Pretoria
Goodbye South Africa and hello Australia
Our family immigrated to Australia in July 2006 and we settled in Canberra – a beautiful city with a dry climate – very hot in summertime and extremely cold in the winter. I am still studying, a wife and a mother, but I am thankful for everything that life has given me – the good and the bad. How can I appreciate the good if I never had the bad?
After arriving in our new country, I often think about what we had left behind – our culture, language, family, friends, pets, our mountains and seas, forests and streams, cars, our house and some belongings that did not fit in the container. Some of these can be bought again, but some are a matter of precious memories that we can only carry in our hearts. We had to start a new life in Australia that includes a new culture and language – it was difficult but,… exciting. I wrote the following poem about us leaving South Africa as a reflection of our move from the place where we were born, to a new country where we have to settle in a different environment – with a different culture, language and systems, which will take a long time to get use to.
The New Country
We fly over the sea – my family and me, It is a time of new beginnings….. Or will it be a disaster?
Our suitcases are filled with old country’s belongings – stories and memories of decades gone by. Excitement and fear filled our hearts that are bouncing. Who will be blessed – the country or us?
The new country is waiting, how will it be? Will it be friendly, green and inviting? Who will be blessed – the country or us?
Many days lay behind us – will the new ones be different? Who will be blessed? We or the unknown. Will the next days be filled with laughter… or sadness?
Who will be blessed – the country or us?