A Happy Camper?

Gervas Hughes and the Wiggins family wallowing at Dutchmans' Pool, Que Que in the early 1930's

A Happy Camper?

Tim Hughes’ world fell apart when his beloved Aunty Joanie married Brian Freyburg on his return from the war in July, 1944.

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An Arranged Marriage

An-Arranged-Marriage

An Arranged Marriage

Joan waited and waited for Brian’s arrival after the phone call confirming he was still alive, hospitalized in Cairo.

“You must be married immediately,” Bishop Paget said.

“Wait!” said Joan. “We may not want to marry.”

He was adamant.

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In Limbo

In-Limbo

In Limbo

It was 1944. Joan had had no news of her fiancé, Brian Freyburg, for nearly eighteen months. She could only pray he had escaped and was in hiding, but it was a difficult time of waiting.

Her airman suitor, David, wrote to ask if he could come and see her on his next leave, but she felt strongly that she must have definite news of Brian before she committed herself and wrote and told David so. She never heard from him again.

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A More Social Life?

Bishop Paget & his wife Rosemary at their home Bishopsmount, in Salisbury during WWII

A More Social Life

There were no visitors to the farm, but there was the Que Que River to explore, snakes to kill and the odd leopard and crocodiles to see. Joan managed.

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A Christmas to Remember

1961, Happy Times. The staff at Gervas Hughes' Giraffe Farm dressed in their Christmas bonsella clothes

A Christmas to Remember

Life was lonely on the farm and Joan was anxious for the children to have a wonderful Christmas in Salisbury with their mother’s great friends Bishop Paget and his wife Rosemary.

Joan made them some new clothes to wear from anything she could find. They were all set to go the day before Christmas Eve. The children had packed and unpacked their bags a hundred times in readiness.

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Rhodesian Hospitality

The Que Que River strip road, 1960, one of Rhodesia's many lonely roads.

Rhodesian Hospitality

No one ever came to visit Greenham Farm. One day, in town, Joan said straight out, “ Why haven’t you been out to the farm to see me all the time I have been there on my own with no car?”

The dear lady looked her up and down and said spitefully, “Why should I —living in sin with your brother-in-law as you are!” She walked off, head in the air.

Joan laughed. Nothing could be further from the minds of either of them. Gervas was seldom home and so tired when he was. Then they were usually at loggerheads over something.

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