A farm gate is the gateway to a farm, but as you all know there is not only one gate on a farm. The gates give access to different areas on a farm. Each gate tells it own story,
Farm gates come in different sizes and styles. The farmers
adapt the gates to fit into a specific opening.
The primary aim of the fence is to make access difficult for
animals and keep the animals in place as decided by the farmer. It gives the
farmer protection to the cultivated crops. They keep the livestock in and the
unwanted out. They allow the farmer to maintain control of the animals while maneuvering
large working vehicles on and off the property. Farmers know their gates and
what they need. Gates are used for main or rear entrances, pastures, pens, or
orchards, gates are a staple of life and they need to be sturdy to do the job
Farm gates go through a lot of abuse and they need to hold up to the rigorous of the elements, the livestock and heavy-duty use. Farm gates are important and they need to be made from the right materials to suit your day to day operation. Farm gates are made from wood or metal.
The best gates is metal. Gates need to be sturdy and strong livestock is more apt to break through wooden gates than metal. Gates need to be heavy, and long lasting all of which are perfectly suited for metal.
When Rovos Rail – The Pride of Africa stops at Kameel it is
always a special occasion.
For those that is still wondering Rovos Rail is a
train-hotel.. The trains consist of restored coaches with lounges, dinning
cars, private sleeping compartments, each with private ensuite facilities. Then
there is the observation car which is like sitting on the stoep of the train.
The train has different types of accommodation on board.
With names like Pullman. Delux and the Royal Suite, which is half a train car
The company was started in 1989 by Rohan Vos and is family
owned and Rovos Rail has its private station at Capital Park in Pretoria.
The dining car reminds of Edwardian train travel with beautiful pre-1940 and is characterized by the carved roof that is supported with pillars and arches. The button leather seating, cristal glass and branded cutlery is all enhanced with the beautiful light fittings. The fans add to the glamour. This car is referred to as the Pillars.
The lounge car is fitted with deep sofas and wing back chairs and seems like the ideal place for an afternoon snooze as the train makes its way over the plains of Africa. Even the train is air conditioned the windows can open and you can enjoy the sights, sounds and scents of Africa.
When the train leaves Vryburg station toward Mahikeng (Mafeking) there is a couple of stations and whistle stops en-route. Today there is not much going on, on this route as the trains that use this line is transporting loads to neighbouring countries of South Africa. We have travelled on the old service road between Paradise and Madibogo to have a look at the marker boards.
First stop is Paradise. There was not a station but the farmers would leave a parcel at the rail side for transportation to the next place. The marker telling us that Paradise is 781 miles from Cape Town and the 4013ft above sea level.
The next station is Devondale. There used to be water tanks for the steam locomotives. There used to be a little shop built of stone and we would travel on the passenger train from Kameel to Devondale for an outing. The Devondale marker reads 790 miles from Cape Town and 4129ft above sea level.
Next up is Mnyani only 5 miles from Devondale. This stop was used for passengers to get a way of transportation. It was also a popular stop for parcels. The maker reads 795 miles from Cape Town and the altitude is 4207ft. As you will notice there is a climb in the altitude of 194ft over 14 miles.
Curnow used to be a whistle-stop like Mnyani. It was a popular place for passengers to make use of the train to travel to Mahikeng on the passenger train. As children, we would call this the milk stop. Farmers would load the milk on the train to be transported to Vryburg to the diary. 797 miles from Cape Town 4267ft above sea level.
The next station is Kameel and it is the station we call home. Kameel used to be a busy station with lots of rail traffic. Today the old rail lines tell the stories of better times. It was the station where the grain from the silos was loaded for the next destination. It was extended with more rail tracks round 1980. The station was also equipped with yard lights. Unfortunately, like so many railway stations, the station building and other buildings were demolished. We still have some fun when the weekly train passes by and you feel the rumble of the train under your feet. It will never be the same again but we are trying our best to uplift the station houses and the community. Kameel is 805 miles from Cape Town 4449ft above sea level.
Still, en-route to Mahikeng is Doornbult. Doornbult is a crossing and between Kameel and Doornbult was the old trolley stop. When a train approached the trolley will have a place to park next to the main line. During the Anglo-Boer War, there was also a corrugated iron blockhouse from where the British troops would protect the railway line. Doornbult is 809 miles from Cape Town and the altitude is 4470ft. This is the highest point on the railway line.
Wirsing is a railroad siding and is located in Ngaka Modiri Molema District Municipality, North-West, South Africa. The estimate terrain elevation above sea level is 1377 metres.
Next up is Rabatho. Rabatho is 819miles from Cape Town and the altitude 4325ft
At the end of our road is Madibogo. Like Kameel Madibogo was a busy station. 821 miles from Cape Town 4038ft above sea level. The water tank is still standing the station buildings has been utilized and forms part of the community.
Thank you to everyone whom made their photo’s available.
Soos julle weet het ‘n Kameeldoringboom yslike dorings. Vir ‘n klein dogtertjie is dit sommer allermintige dorings. Onthou tot vandag dat ‘n doring in die sagte deel van my voetsool gesteek het. Dit het gereën en ons het in die water geloop. Die nagevolg was pynlik. Ma Floss het alles probeer maar die doring het vasgesuig vir dae. Vandag nog is die letsel onder my voet die bewys van die pyn en lyding.
In Suid-Afrika is die Kameeldoringboom is ‘n beskermde boom. Dit lewe vir baie jare. Van die bome op die plaas was daar toe ons as klein kinders daar kom woon het. Niks krap hulle omstandighede om nie. Nie droogte of baie reën nie. Die penwortel roei baie diep en die maksimum van so ‘n penwortel is 68m.
Die Doringboom verskaf kos, skuiling, plek vir die vee en voels. Dit het ook medisinale voordele vir die mens. Pierneef het graag die bome geskilder.
Jare gelede wou Pa Gerald ‘n boom uithaal wat in die pad was
van ‘n ontwikkelling. Die trekker – nogal met so ‘n dakkie – en kettings is
ingespan. Die trekker het gekreun en gesteun, maar toe die ketting breek en
amper vir Ouboet teen die kop tref Pa
oorgegee. Die boom staan nog vandag heel gemaklik op sy plek.
Die boom dra die mooiste grys peule. As jy desperaat genoeg is kan jy die peul oopbreek en die swart sade uithaal en fyn maal en gebruik as ‘n plaasvervanger vir koffie. Die fyn gemaalde saadpoeier is ook glo goed vir oorinfeksie. Gebrande as van die bas van die boom is goed om ‘n hoofpyn te genees. Die sade word ook gebruik as ‘n voer vir die vee. Die gesegde lei dat ‘n Kameeldoringboom nie sal groei voordat dit deur die maag van ‘n bees gegaan het.
Die bygelowe het ook nie die Kameeldoringboom verby gegaan nie. Daar word geglo dat weerlig eers ‘n doringboom sal slaan voordat dit anderbome sou raak slaan. Die storie glo ek swaar. In ons jong dae het die weer 14 van Ma Floss se beeste onder die Kareebome dood geslaan. Die Kameeldoringboom was ongeskonde.
Die Versamelvoëls maak maak masiewe
neste in die Kameeldoringbome. Die nes lyk soos ‘n groot hoop gras wat in die
boom sit. Wanneer jy onder die “hooimied”
staan sien jy die ingange na die verskillende kamers. Dit lyk nogal soos ‘n heuningkorf.
Honderde families woon in so ‘n nes en dit is ‘n gesig om van nader te beskou.
Hierdie neste word vir generasies van voëls bewoon.
Ons huis is natuurlik in die skadu van ‘n Kameeldoringboom gebou.
On Heritage Day we spend the day in the veld looking for something different than the usual. Decided to put on our camera strap and walking boots and get going.
After six months of living in the North West Province of South Africa, we thought that it is time to learn more about the heritage plants in the Kameel area.
We need to get a guide to learn us more.
Our area is very dry with red sand and the summer temperature rises to 45 degrees Celsius. This year the summer rainfall was less than 100 millimeter. The grasslands are very dry and the wildflowers are far and in between. There are no big fields of flowers but when you find one it is almost an ecstatic experience.
It was a special experience to just wander and experience beauty.
If you can identify any of our plants we will appreciate it.
A wonderful festive atmosphere was the spirit of the day. Everyone was talking and walking around the sport field of Kameel Laerskool. The mothers were feeding the crowds. People were meeting old friends from far away at the annual Kameel 250 Rally.
You would ask Kameel. Yes, Kameel and our village has nothing to do with camels.
The Kameel 250 Rally brought participants from all over South Africa to be part of this festive day. A record of 46 entries were part of the Kalahari race.
Our village is known for the railway line that was built in 1894 as part of the Cape to Cairo project. The railway line was built on my Great Grand-father, Alfred Ernest Fincham’s farm – Kameelbult.o
A little more about Alfred Ernest. He was born in the year 1869 at The Grange in the Hopetown District and is a son of the late John Thornton Fincham, farmer and general merchant of the district. In 1870 he gave up the business in those parts and proceeding northwards to Vryburg. Bechuanaland where he assisted in establishing the firm of Fincham and Sons. He sold out his interest to take up farming in the Mafeking District, by purchasing a block of farms of 9000 morgens at Ramathlabama. Alfred was one of the defenders in the siege of Mafeking, belonging to the Town Guard, manning De Kock’s Corner Fort through the Siege of Mafeking. When it was raised he returned to farm life, giving attention to raising both large an small stock. He married the Elizabeth Ellen West and they had four children. Louisa Elizabeth, Mary Amelia, Ada Ethel and Victor Baden (my Grandfather)
The foot-and-mouth disease took its toll amongst the cattle and the family then moved to the farm in the Stella district. When they arrived at the farm Louise commented that there was a Lonely Hill. The house and piece of land is still known as Lonely Hill.
This piece of land is right next to the Stella Salt Pans and over the years David Livingston and Robert Moffat visited the area. H Anderson Bryden wrote in his book Gun and Camera in South Africa about his visits to the Finchams
The road between lies across a dead flat, unbroken tree or bush, and is inexpressibly wearisome. The telegraph posts, which follow the road between Vryburg and Setlagoli, rather add to than detract from the monotony. This fifty mile stretch to Setlagoli, dull, fiat, and uninteresting as it is, especially if you follow the post road and do not call at Fincham’s, is to my mind one of the most trying in British Bechuanaland . I have ridden it several times alone, and I have noticed at such times, that the utter lack of relief over this deadly bit of veldt seemed to impress itself even upon one’s horse.
Salt was mined and transported via donkey wagons to Kameel railway line. Later on, a wooden building was erected and the everyday running of Kameel Railway Station came into being.
Victor married to Hester Cecilia Guache and they raised three children namely Alfred Ernest, Gerald Cecil (my father) and Jean Dolores.
My Great-grandfather passed away on 15 Jul 1937 and was buried in the Mafeking cemetery. Victor and Hester then moved the Kameelbult.
They saw the need for education for their own children and for the children of the farming community. The Kameel Laerskool opened its doors in 1934 in a room in my grandparents house. My granny – Hester was very involved with the day to day issues of the school. My parents and we all attended the farm school. All the kids of family and friends also attended the farm school. Growth was evident and my grandfather built a stone school which was later demolished. He then built a two-class room school building and till today it is fondly remembered as the Witskool due to the fact that since I can remember it was painted white. https://deoudehuizeyard.com/2018/01/17/a-farm-school-in-kameel
Later years the school building was renewed and the school that hosted the Kameel 250 Rally was built. The sport fields are changed into the starting point and pit-stops for the competitors.
My dad, Gerald was a keen spectator of all kinds of sport. When my two younger brothers, Cecil and Mike was old enough they all got into the Off-road racing. An old farm bakkie was transformed into a racing machine. ith now sponsorship and no fancy engines they competed in every race. Dad and Pajapan would be the backup crew and my Mon would follow in a car. This was the beginning of holidays next to off-road tracks for the two. Mom would fondly remember all the funny incidents.
Kameel has also delivered some NR and National Champions over the years in the form of Hein Moolman, Cecil Fincham, Wikus van Deventer and most recently, Victor Fincham. Victor is my cousin.
In the words of Victor : Well to be honest it started while I was still wearing nappies. I basically grew up next to the track. My uncle, Cecil Fincham Snr, (is a NRCCC Champion ) started racing the the late 80’s, and him and my Grandfather use to take me to all the races and that is where I fell in love with racing and the mystique and adventure surrounding it. I had done thousands of races in my head and with my bicycle in the back yard growing up and finally got my chance in 2013 and the rest as they say is history…..
South Africa is located on the Southern tip of Africa. About twice the size of Texas. Climate change has affected water supplies within the region. Rains that usually come and supply the country’s water has come infrequently. Living on the edge of the Kalahari desert makes us realize how precious water is. This is the reason why there is a lot of excitement when a new borehole is drilled that will supply water to my family on their farm. In fact it is a huge occasion. Once the drill is in place and it starts to crack the earth there is a lot of dust. Our heads are hanging low in prayer that there will be water at the bottom of the hole. Time goes by and a lot of activity takes place. Hennie and myself is watching the process in anticipation.
The drill is set up. Everyone knows exactly what to do. My brother starts the generator. We all gather to witness this occasion.
All underground water originates on the surface of the earth. The heat of the sun evaporates it, it forms clouds and falls as rain or snow. Water accumulates in streams, ponds, oceans and it seeps into the ground. Just how much water is there underground? Geologist have determined that there is 30 times more water underground than above ground in the world!
My brother gives a hope full smile. The earth is broken The big yellow machine is giving a roar The last check for the right place Spectators gather under the trees.
My brother is checking the condition of the soil. He always brought a little rock to mom when he drilled a hole containing water. Is this perhaps it. Some discussions … Some worries …..
Huge machinery, more dust and huge pneumatic chisel is used
At 60m deep there is a show of water and the spray is unbelievable. There will be another little stone to add to my Mom’s collection.
Today we can all look back and say thank you to the Almighty that water came to the surface. We as humans along side with the animals can enjoy a new lease on life even in the drought that is presently so part of our daily lives. Water might be a basic human right in our country but, we living in the platteland in the North-West Province, do not have the privileged of a big dam or two, that supply the area with water. We are solely depending on borehole water. This is utilized by humans and animals. You might want to tell that the dam is leaking – yes it is but have you though about the little wild steenbuck, the little duiker and other that needs water too. Everyone is welcome to share the water.
Ma Floss het ons geleer van kalkoene. Die kalkoene sou die inkomste aanvul wanneer die reën wegbly. Klein kalkoentjies is groot gemaak en saans moes die kalkoene in die hok gejaag word.
Nou ‘n kalkoen is ‘n groot voël. Die mannetjies het ‘n uitgroeisel of lel wat van die bokant van die snawel hang. Die mannetjies is groter en kleurryker dan die wyfies. Die mannetjie pronk en sleep vlerk. Die geluid wat hulle maak is koel-koel.
Saans wanneer die son sak was dit ons kinders se werk om die kalkoentrop hok toe te jaag en seker te maak dat almal agter die hek vir die nag is. Jakkalse wat baie lief vir Ma se kalkoene en ‘n kalkoenwyfies sou sommer so van die nes gevreet word. Ons moes seker maak dat die kalkoene hoek toe kom laat middag. Dit was makliker gesê as gedaan. Elkeen sou in ‘n ander rigting hardloop. Dit is toe dat ons uitgevind het dat as jy ‘n sirkel met jou voet op die grond trek sit die kalkoen doodstil in die sirkel. Te bang om te roer. Dit het dinge aansienlik makliker gemaak. Ons het ook geleer dat jy ‘n kalkoen kan koggel deur koel-koel te roep en die mannetjies sou saam sing en pronk. Hulle wag vir hulle kos in die hok. Gelukkig kan kalkoene nie vllieg nie. Hulle skrop in die grond. Wanneer ‘n storm kom hardloop kalkoene hokke toe. Hulle kruip weg. Alhoewel kalkoene op baie tafels beland eet ons nie kalkoen nie.
Arende daar in teen is anders. Dis die vinnigste voël in vlug. Hy kan ver en wyd sien. Hy vreet nie aan aas nie. Hy styg op sonder ’n aanloop. Arende vlieg die hoogste van alle voëls. Hulle styg bo storms uit.
Die arend is die enigste voël wat direk in die son kan kyk. Arende word taamlik oud. Hulle vlieg na die hemele toe wat anders is as enige ander voël. Jy sien die arend lig sy oë op na bo. Hy lig sy oë op na die hemele. Die arend vlieg die son in ….. !!
Die vraag is wat doen ek en jy?
Is ons n kalkoen of n arend?
Kalkoene hardloop en gaan kruip weg maar arende vlieg hoër as die probleem … afgesonderd ……. op na die hemel toe.
Kalkoene hardloop rond as daar probleme is.
Arende spreek lewe en sien ‘n storm as ‘n geleentheid. Hulle rig hulle fokus na bo en vlieg nader na hulle Beskermer toe.
Jy sien wanneer ‘n arend opmerk ‘n storm is oppad maak hy sy vlerke wyd oop en hy daag die storm uit
Ons is nie kalkoene wat die hele wêreld rondharloop op soek na ons eie nessies nie… nee ons is arende wat ons vlerke oopsprei en “Catch the wind!
Dink net – as die arend só kragtig is, hoeveel te meer is jy as mens nie?
Die lewe in die stad is altyd so vining. Jy moet jou haas van die een uiterste na die ander kant. Op die Platteland is dit heel ‘n ander storie. Hier is ‘n ander rustigheid wat ‘n invloed op almal het. Jy kom waar jy wil wees op jou eie pas. Jy maak gebruik van wat beskikbaar is. Die afgelope twee weke het ons ook hierdie spesiale bederf beleef. Die man wat vriendelik wuif maar sy fiets penorent hou. Ons het op stofpaaie gery, dan weer op ‘n heel oordentlike grondpad met kareebome langs die kant. Die Karee’s laat jou so half-en-half beskut voel teen die elemente daarbuite. Ons het op ‘n twee-spoor pad gery. Hier het almal tyd om te groet, beleefheid en oordentlikheid is aan die orde van die dag. Daar was natuurlik ook ‘n hoofweg en ‘n hobbelrige teerpad. Dan is daar natuurlik Randall wat sy vervoermiddel op die spore hou.
Ooral langs die paaie kom ons padpredikante teë. Elkeen dui ‘n rigting aan maar so ook vertel elkeen dat die pad na êrens lei. Die name laat ons glimlag want daar sal verseker nuwe stories wees om te vertel. Nuwe geleenthede en nuwe wind rigtings om in te slaan. Ons gaan nog baie rondrits dit is verseker.
Wanneer die son water trek is dit vir eers tyd om na Kameel terug te keer. Terug na die Huise tussen Treine en tussen Spore.