Biltong and Green Pawpaws

Joan and the children Angela and Tim missed their days in Herschel in the Cape.

Joan Millard and her niece and nephew, Angela and Tim Hughes missed their days at Herschel in the Cape.

Biltong and Green Pawpaws

After Joan’s father’s estate was settled she and the children, Angela and Tim, travelled by train, departing Sunday midday from East London to Kimberley and then on to Rhodesia.

On Wednesday, at midnight, the train disgorged them on to Que Que’s deserted platform. “Where’s Daddy?” asked Angela and Tim disappointedly.  Joan felt the same.  After sitting on the luggage for some time, she found Gervas asleep in his Chevrolet truck.

Biltong and Green Pawpaws

It was a starry night, but hot, even for midnight.  Her heart sank at the farmhouse, devoid of her sister’s bubbling presence.  She had not visited since Barbara’s death. Thousands of mosquitoes seemed to surround the lamp.  There was no refrigerator, no telephone, no lighting and, worst of all, no filtered water.

They had tea before she tucked the two into bed under tired looking mosquito nets and fell into bed beside them.

With so many men at war, Gervas was running two other farms besides his own to help out.  He left very early the next morning and was away for a week.

The African cook, Philip, who looked after him, resented her arrival.  They had words before he calmed down.  He adored the children and in no time they were all chatting away in the local language.

But the children complained it wasn’t like Herschel and when were they going back? She got going with a great washing of nets and sheets in the pale brown water which came up in a Scotch cart, drawn by oxen from the muddy Que Que River at the bottom of the farm. She darned the nets, one of which was large enough to fit over all three beds. Sprayed, it was mosquito free.

The kitchen gave her the shivers as Philip had taken to storing old tins and hides in it.  There were further words as she cleaned out. The only meat available was biltong (jerky) which she grated and tried to vary.  Vegetables were grown near the river: rather small stunted cabbages, and sweet potatoes and pumpkin.  Pawpaws (papaya) were plentiful and were quite nice cooked green like marrow with a white sauce.  There was plenty of milk and cream. She made butter, and the little picannins (young African children) brought small eggs to sell and the occasional scraggy chicken.

The house was set in the bush, which stretched away flat and green for miles. The P.K. (toilet) was distanced from the house, in the bush.  She always accompanied the children as there was not a single day when she didn’t see a snake or kill one.

Gervas returned only on weekends. She organized a school for the children.  They wore as few a clothes as was decent and spent much time playing in a small iron tub on the verandah.

The dogs were thrilled with the company, but had to be de-ticked daily, a job she loathed.

She would ride a horse into town to fetch the odd luxury food, like packets of jelly or custard powder.  Many commodities were unobtainable or rationed.

“What about Christmas?” she asked Gervas, as it drew close.

“We’ve been invited by Bishop and Rosemary Paget in Salisbury,” he replied.

She was glad.  She wanted Christmas to be lovely for the children.  In Salisbury she would be able to find chocolates and a few toys on the black market.

Excerpt taken also from Rain on the Roof, by Joan (nee Millard) Freyburg (1999) ISBN 0 646 38477 5 with  family permission.   Tim Hughes has electronic copies of this wonderful book that may be available on request via the comments section of this blog.

4 Comments

  • betty goolsby

    Reply Reply March 2, 2013

    True pioneer spirit…I would be so disheartened with all the inconveniences and angry with God for all the sadness and disappointment…but here is Joan….starting a school and making do, darning nets and taking on the cook, with all his hardheaded ways. I hope something good comes of this…..I would have hightailed it in a fortnight!
    Custard powder? ARGHHHHH! Bet there wasn’t proper toilet paper either!

    • Diana

      Reply Reply March 2, 2013

      Betty, Yes, Times were tough and everyone had to make do but Joan was truly one in a million. Bird’s Custard Powder is the best! I have a tin of it in the back of the cupboard. I’ll have to dig it out and make some for you when you come in May. Can’t wait.

  • Tamay

    Reply Reply January 17, 2021

    Being pretty versatile, this best-loved type of cured and spiced meat can be used in an array of dishes including Biltong and Cheese Puffs, Biltong and Basil Pate, Biltong and Cream Cheese Omelette, Biltong and Blue Cheese Salad with Candied Pecans or these Cream Cheese and Biltong Truffles .

    • Diana Polisensky

      Reply Reply January 18, 2021

      Tamay,
      All sounds wonderful…we could share a few of these for SA and Zim readers. Biltong is a real luxury here in the US…so when we get it we just chew on every morsel and savor it to the fullest.
      Send us one to share…

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