Tuesday, February 28, 2012

The extra mile – professionalism in the Landscaping industry



Like any industry, the landscaping trade has its fair share of fly by nights, charlatans and rogues. The classic is the silver tongued deposit taker or the “I can do it all” delusional. Make no mistake, landscaping is not alone in this – everyone knows a story about someone who got ripped, it’s just that certain industries are easier to fake than others.
This is why professional watchdogs or industry driven associations exist. This is nothing new. Back in medieval times the consumer and the industries were protected by a Guild -  a co fraternity of craftsman in a particular trade who sought  to maintain a minimum level of service.  The guilds eventually became immensely powerful cartels and, like any powerful entity, it eventually implodes.
There was simply no way that one could practice in a trade without having walked the road of apprentice, craftsman, journeyman, master and grandmaster . Interesting is that In order to become a Master, a Journeyman would have to go on a walkabout for a few years to gain experience and ideas. You didn’t dare pose as a master without having journeyed the road. If you dared, and were caught faking it, a multitude of punishments would be meted out.
 Imagine if we still had a system like that. We could publically lynch the fly by nights and flog the deposit takers!
I have an iconic moment in my life which forever bugs me that I wasn’t quick enough with a retort. I had been working for about a year for a Master Gardener ( as he called himself) in Jersey in the Channel Islands just off the coast of Northern France.  I had run away from the English winter after almost getting frostbite whilst trying to lay frozen roll on lawn!   I was a young opinionated lad who talked a lot ( not much has changed other than the age) and I was chirping to another worker about how to mix cement, which we were preparing to do.  The master gardener, who was the pipe smoking epitome of what one imagines an English Gardener to be, was quietly leaning on his rake, listening to my babbling. He very slowly put his pipe back in his pocket and began to rake as he said to me “Now I suppose you’re a brick layer as well”. I was demolished. His statement however made me realize that I was working with people who showed an immense pride in their trade. These guys were ”time served” gardeners – I was an imposter.
It intrigued me that I wasn’t allowed to handle certain tools – secateurs were an obvious no no, as was the rake….the rake I hear you ask…..yes. The master had a thing about the rake, I had to push the wheelbarrow for a few weeks before I was allowed to operate the rake. He was a funny old guy, he would stand there and declare how he was the best raker on the island, he was a professional – I learnt from the master – Rake lessons anyone ?
Someone once said that eating is the only form of professionalism that most people ever attain. My ever expanding waistline is testimony to that. In all seriousness though, professionalism is something sorely lacking in all industries. How often does one hear about the contractor who comes to quote, pitches up late and then never submits the quote. What’s that all about? It’s more than likely that he is personally overworked, can’t find time to do the quote because he is totally knackered after a days raking and eventually gets embarrassed that it’s so late, that he simply ignores it.
Now that doesn’t change his or her skill as a landscaper, but you simply can’t stay in business like that. The landscape gardener, in my opinion, is a strange breed, it’s the ultimate left brain/right brain occupation – we are part engineer, part artist and part business administrator/marketing exec. In the movie industry, those functions are totally separated – crew, director and production.  The successful landscaping businesses have the same philosophy. The problem of course is that it is often difficult for the “one man band” businesses of which so many of the landscapers are, to be effective in all those areas. Let me qualify this quickly – some of the most talented, professional and trustworthy landscape contractors are one person businesses, and most of them do get the left brain/ right brain thing right.
Professionalism is much more about attitude and far less about skill. It’s about being on time, being honest and delivering what you promised, going the extra mile, but not doing yourself a disservice.  That’s often where we become unstuck…..a  well read friend of mine once explained to me what happens when we go the extra five miles without getting paid for it and how it often backfires. This is what he said: All work must include an equitable exchange of energy – in other words the job is worth 10 then the client must pay 10. You can’t give 15 and only get paid 10. If you do, then the receiving party has an innate and sub conscious need to make sure the deal is equitable - but it can’t be equitable because you have upset the balance by doing more than asked for. So the receiving party is in a dilemma – there is no way for him or her to make it equitable and they can begin to feel uncomfortable. Now it’s not in human nature to allow ourselves to feel uncomfortable – we quickly find away to alleviate that. Apparently the fastest way to alleviate that is to find fault with the work done in order to devalue it, thereby making the deal equitable and it all ends in resentment. Anyone identify with that ?
It such an easy trap to fall into – we want happy clients, but at what cost?
I can just hear the old pipe smoking Master Gardener ……” I suppose you think you’re a bloody psychologist as well now”
Quickly…..will somebody please pass me a rake !
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Craig Dunlop
16 June 2011

How I learned to be a gardener


Winter in the Cape is my favorite season…..apart from the diminished turnover and permanent damp feet, it’s a great time to be in landscaping business. Well…….. at least, that’s what I was taught.

There is nothing better than clutching a goblet of the Capes finest next to a warm fire discussing the merits of organic versus chemical fertilizer after having had called it a day due to the rain.
It seems that I did a lot of that in my formative years –  my boss at the time had an intense love affair with dry red wine but was often short of a drinking partner.

Picture the scene. Here’s yours truly, freshly returned from a couple of years of gardening in London, long hair and a head full of dreams. I get hired by a landscaping company and on the first day get the keys for the bakkie with a list of tasks for the day…….hmmm…..I read it again….only one task, surely not.

Suddenly, the naked truth dawns. I have been hired to drive, chaperone and babysit the wayward boss. Did I really believe that my outstanding, cutting edge design ideas were the reason ???
I pitch up at the old boys house to collect him, nervous as hell – he appears, battered briefcase in one hand, a rolled up plan in the other, off we go, the old Hilux burping in the winter cold as we take off.
“Who are you lad” he peers over his grubby specs from behind his Cape Times…..” I hear you’ve been in landscaping in London…..dont get clever with me…OK ?”
Now I am really nervous.
First job – Planting “street” trees for the city council. Remarkably everything is in order as we arrive at the site. Dozens of square tree holes perfectly spaced down the road verge, each one punctuated by a small heap of compost. No trees yet.
I am watching with interest as the old boy goes about his job, issuing crisp instructions, perusing the plan. He sends me off to buy coffee and run an errand.
By the time I get back the truck has arrived and the trees are being positioned, I jump in and help manhandle the unwielding wire basketed plants in place, being careful not to show too much iniative within the hive of activity that the site has become. It starts to rain.
A while later I hear his voice booming across the site….“Wheres my driver ???………come on my boy….stop dawdling….its raining……lets go” – I spring to attention, fire up the Hilux and follow his directions.
“Good to see you working, boy” he addresses me in a softer tone. That’s was a good move helping with the trees, I think to myself.
Twenty minutes later after numerous back street diversions, we roll up outside a pub. “ Right” he says…..” time for a drink”….I glance at my watch, its only just gone noon. “What are you having boy?”
By two o’clock I am happily squiff eyed and the old boy is steadily knocking back glasses of house red as if its raspberry juice. Its still raining.
“Don’t worry about the site” he keeps telling me as he orders another round, “we will just get in the way……we must be back at 3 for a meeting”
I think he heard me gulp…..a meeting ???? …..in this state……I ask.
“Yes “ he says “ we must get this batch of the trees signed off before we knock off, otherwise they will get stolen”
I am confused.
Spot on three pm we arrive back on site, myself having driven with one eye closed whilst the old boy had a nap. He bounces out the bakkie as if he has just stepped out of gym, and strides across the site with vigour. All the trees are planted, staked and watered and the workers are packing up. Its been a crappy day to work outside and old boy is happy.
“Righty o then” he chirps “ Lets go and find the Quantity Surveyor and get this signed off”……… “ You ….boy” he looks at me” wait here till I come back  - and don’t let anybody steal the trees” and he jumps in the truck with workers, leaving me to guard the trees.
Thank God I was drunk. Mitchells Plain in the 1980’s wasn’t a very welcoming place, especially when was protecting a bunch of valuable trees with not even a pea shooter for protection. All ended well and it seemed this was a daily occurrence. The QS arrived in his yellow rainsuit, signed the trees off and we all went home. Needless to say the trees were recycled over night into various private gardens and the boss got paid again. I was never sure if he was in on the recycling deal – it all seemed far too slick.

I learnt so much from the old boy. He would never make a call on a rainy day before 10h30, he was right, so often in Cape Town the rain dries up in the morning, but at the same time that decision has to be site and task specific. Working a wet site can set you back days, but a drizzle is great for planting. He never taught me many plant names or specifics, but he taught me how to communicate, how to handle clients, how to keep employees happy and how to sniff out new work . Oh…..and did I tell you he taught me how to drink ??



Craig Dunlop

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Heidis Bar - a laymans explanation of how they got us in to such a financial mess

The author of this piece remains anonymous, but it has been flying around the internet for the last two years. Well worth a read if you are like me and don't fully comprehend what the hell actually happened with the recent global financial meltdown.


Heidi is the proprietor of a bar in Berlin .
In order to increase sales, she decides to allow her customers, most of whom are unemployed alcoholics, to buy now and pay later.
Word gets around and as a result, customers flood into Heidi's bar!
Taking advantage of her customers' freedom from immediate payment constraints,
Heidi increases her prices, and her volume increases dramatically!
A young go-getter at the local bank recognizes these debts as valuable future
assets and increases Heidi's borrowing limit.
He sees no reason for concern since he has the debts of the alcoholics as collateral.
At the bank's corporate head office, experts transform these customer assets into DRINKBONDS,
ALKYBONDS and PUKEBONDS.
These securities are then traded on the world market.
It should be pointed out that no one really understands what the names of these bonds
mean, or how the securities are guaranteed.
Nevertheless, as their prices continually climb, the securities become top-selling items.
Life is good !
One day, although the prices are still climbing, a risk manager, (subsequently fired for negativity), decides that the time has come to demand payment of the debts incurred by the drinkers at Heidi's bar.
 However, they cannot pay back the debts.
Heidi cannot fulfill her loan obligations and claims bankruptcy.
DRINKBOND and ALKYBOND drop in price by 95%.
PUKEBOND performs a little better, stabilizing after dropping only 80%!
The suppliers to Heidi's bar, having granted her generous payment-due dates, and having invested in the securities, are now faced with a new situation!
Her wine supplier claims bankruptcy, and her beer supplier is taken over by a competitor.
The bank is saved by the government following dramatic round-the-clock consultations
by leaders from the governing political parties.
The funds required for this emergency bail-out are obtained by a special tax levied on, guess who?
THE NON-DRINKERS!
(Sound familiar?)
In the real world, okay you get free beer (credit) for a while, and then you lose your home, become a drunk and find a ‘Heidi Place' in which to wonder HTF it could have happened to you.
 

Sunday, September 12, 2010

History of Hout Bay

The following information is published with thanks to the Hout Bay Museum

Hout Bay is a picturesque fishing village about 25 minutes drive from the center of Cape Town. It is a popular residential area and is home to about 50 000 people 


The forest of Hout Bay once grew along the South facing slopes of the mountains and in shaded ravines. The extent of the area they covered we do not know but from Van Riebeeck's Diary we do know that they grew 5,500 paces from the sea. Today we have remnants of these forests - little pockets which have survived the woodcutters axe and the ravage of veld fires. The first written account of our forest goes back to 1614. An English East India Company ship called at Table Bay And Samuel Squire, the Master's Mate aboard the ship "Gift" recording his stay at the Cape wrote:- " Before our departure the General Nicholas Downton sent me to discover the inland country and see for tymber to mast our unbuilt pinnace or small sailing boat, the which I found on the S.W. side of the table in abundance either to build or mast small shipping ; with this we supplied our wants in that kind." When Van Riebeeck visited Hout bay for the first time in 1653(July) his diary records:- "They were the finest forest in the world and contained as long and thick spars as one would wish to have. It is amazing to see the fine forest that lie scattered all about the mountain- side." It was Van Riebeeck who named Hout Bay when he wrote in his diary in November 1652 of t'houtaeit jien.

He hoped that the wood could be hauled down to the beach and fetched away by station's yacht. But transport was difficult. The terrain was hilly, mountainous and swampy, and it was impossible to float them down the river. Low growing scrub, kreupelhout, growing close to the shore, was taken to Table Bay to be used for fuel in the brick kilns. Apart from the need of fuel, wood was needed for the building of the fort, the jetty to provide a safe anchorage, for ships of the DEIC, houses, furniture, tools, the military fortifications, the skutheiling (a guard fence surroubding the colony), redoubts and the Free Burghers' houses. The forest near Table Bay had soon disappeared and the commanders who came after Van Riebeeck were hard pressed to find wood.

In August 1666 men were sent to make a road over Bosheuwel in order to enable wagons to bring timber and planks from the newly found forest in Hout Bay. Wagenaar, the Commander who succeeded Van Riebeeck required a great deal of wood to build the castle and there was great activity in the forest of Hout Bay.
In 1676 the Company set up for Buiteposte in the valley for the woodcutters - "de Boere - bomen", " Aan die Strandt", Hout clincke" and one other where the head woodcutter Carel Tetherode was stationed. Cattle were kept to drag the wood from the forest to the beach. Because of the insolation of the Bay it was difficult to keep proper control of the workers. When the supply of wood dropped considerably Governor Goske became suspicious and investigated. It was discovered that skipper of the fluit Helenas which conveyed wood to Table Bay was having drinking parties on board using Company wine. There was also a complaint of homosexual behaviour. After a Court Case the Skipper and two boys aged 15 and 20 were found guilty. They were found guilty and there punishment was to be bound and thrown into the sea. In 1672, before the Castle was completed, war broke out between Holland and France . Wood was urgently needed to complete the building of the Castle and a large number of trees were cut down in Hout Bay. All the Free Burghers' wagons and trek oxen were confiscated in order to transport the wood from Hout Bay to the Castle. There were 10 woodcutters and the head woodcutter working in Hout Bay in 1679. The number of slaves were not listed. Simon Van Der Stel wrote in 1679:- " there is little accessible timber remaining apart from the great forests at Hout Bay". And so began the time of new thinking- an awareness of the need to preserve what was left of those great forests. Laws preventing the indiscriminate removal of wood by the Free Burghers were passed. Permits were required to cut down wood and at one stage the death sentence for offenders was imposed. But perhaps this punishment was too severe to make it effective. Repeated warnings were given that the wood was only to be taken from the forests of Hout Bay. To obtain wood lead seals at a cost of 10c was obtained from the castle. The company's overseer in the Hout Bay forest would register holders of the lead seals and compare them with the names in the register kept in the castle. The permits applied only to the Free Burghers. Enormous amounts of wood were still leaving the valley, cut down by the company's foresters for use by the company. In 1680, on his first visit to Hout Bay, Simon Van Der Stel inspected Hout Bay with the intention of establishing a saw mill in order to make the carting of wood from Hout Bay simpler. But the mill was not set up as by that time the forest had dwindled to an unprofitable size. In 1683, Hendrick Dircz van Embden and Hendrick Coster were given the right to cut down trees in the company's forest in Hout Bay and to sell to the public.
April 1691 the brothers Joost and Borchardt van Isenberg were awarded a 5 year permit to cut and sell wood in Hout bay. They had to maintain the forest planting 3000 young oak trees every year. The saplings were supplied free of charge by the company.
Simon Van der Stel began the planting of alien trees in Hout bay when he passed this resolution in 1691.Two elephants that wandered into Hout Bay in 1689 damage the young oaks. They were shot and given to the slaves.
To make matters worse for the early commanders the Here Seventeen decided that no more wood was to be sent to the Cape.
1685 saw 805 wagons loads of fire wood leave Hout Bay for Table Bay. Simon van der Stel plotted out a new route and a new road over Constantia Nek was completed. The new road was shorter by 1 1/2 hours travelling time for an ox wagon. By now the forests were almost depleted and farming was expanding in the valley. The Company woodcutters withdrew from the valley in 1710.
Towards the end of the Dutch control of the Cape at the end of the 18th century there was a scheme to colonize the Cape by importing European labour - some of these immigrants were employed in Hout Bay but were soon lured away by offers of a brighter future and when the British took possession of the Cape in 1806 only one old man was discovered pottering around in Hout Bay and making enough to live on as a woodcutter - one of the last woodcutters of out indigenous forests.
Our remaining pockets of forests growing along the slopes of Grootkop adjacent to Orange Kloof, Myburghs Ravine and Myburghs Corner. There are also small patches in the ravines on the Constantiaberg and a grow of yellowwoods on the Karbokelberg.
Some of the trees in the forests:-
Yellowwood -Opregte geelhout Podocarpus latifolius
Bastard Saffron- Cassine crocea
Rooiels Cunonia capensis
Kiggelaria africana - Wild peach
 
FARMING
The first Freeburgher farmers arrived in Hout Bay in 1677. However ,7 years before that agricultural activities had started in the valley- as early as 1670 there was a mention of a house and the Council of Policy had decided to plant sweet potatoes at this house and also to place some of the company's pig's there. This decision was taken in order to supply the many woodcutters who were engaged by the company in the forests with food.
By 1676 there were 4 Buiteposte in the valley all involved in the Business of supplying wood to the company. Each post was manned by soldiers, slaves and contained fairly large herds of cattle, sheep and "bokke"(goats). Lions were a problem and there were reports of cattle and sheep being taken from the herds in broad daylight and predators raiding and carrying off stock in the evenings. Kraals were built to safeguard the animals.
With the outbreak of war with France there followed a shortage of grain and the Council of Policy decided to settle Freeburghers in the valley.
And so in 1677, 2 Freeburghers, Pieter van der Westhuizen and Willem Schaltz, both capable farmers were granted land, as much land as they could work. They were to plant grain and as payment for the hire of the land to supply the company with one tenth of the Harvested grain. Each lessee could keep 30 cattle plus the manure from the company's cattle in the Buiteposte could be used to fertilized the grain fields. In 1678 Pieter van der Westhuizen 's house was destroyed in a fire and he lost a child in the fire.
Besides having to protect their livestock from wild animals, develop the virgin land and the many other hardships they must have encountered, it is no wonder that these pioneer farmers contributed very little to the company grain coffers. By 1681 both farmers had thrown in the towel and were back in Table Bay. One wonders what tangible contribution they made towards future farming in the valley. Perhaps portion of the old part of the Kronendal Homestead contains something of the dwelling - if not just the foundations. And if their farmlands are where the existing farmlands of Kronendal are today then these lands are the oldest existing lands in South Africa today.
On December 29 1681 land in the form of a farm, which was later to become Kronendal, was granted to Willem van Dieden and Pieter van der Westhuizen , Pieter obviously determined to have another go at farming, this time with a new partner. Another grant of land was given to Willem Basson on the Farm "Ruijte Plaats" to the north Kronendal.
It appears that Pieter made a good choice in choosing Willem as his partner for in 1682. Willem van Dieden showed his talents as a negotiator and as a Businessman. He complained to the company that he was receiving far less for his delivery per hectare of grain than what the company paid other farmers. Further more his land in Hout Bay still had the condition of delivering 10% of the crop to the company. The company decided to help him and released him (and all other farmers) of 10% charge for the next 24 years and to receive the same amount for his deliveries as the other farmers.
OWNERSHIP
In 1715, the farm Kronendal was granted to Matthijs Bergstet. Other owners of Kronendal have Willem Basson and the Rev. Fransiscus le Seur In 1793 Johannes Guillaime van Helsdingen acquired Kronendal on marrying the widow of the previous owner, Jakobus Lourens Bierman. In 1800 van Helsdingen added the front section of the house and the historical gable. William Duckitt, and English agriculturalist and expert who toured the Cape giving advice to farmers recorded his visit to Hout Bay:
"I saw one place, which belonged to a Mr van Helsdingen near the bay. He was building a large house near which he has an overshot windmill for grinding corn. The soil about him is very poor and sandy and his crops were slight, but he had some pretty young stock on his premises of black and white colour.
In 1821, 400 morgan was granted to Col Christopher Bird and became known as Moddergat . A gabled house and wine cellar was built about 20 years later by the Boonzaaires who also planted vines and made wine in their wine cellar.
Soon afterwards, and towards the end of the 19th century many subdivisions of the original farm were made and we have the Trautmans' establishing themselves at Uitkyk, The Louws at Nooitgedacht, the Myburghs at Sans Pareil and Simon Dorman who bought land in the village area and opened a general dealers stall. His son later bought Oakhurst and started farming with vegetables, vines and sairy farming.
IRRIGATION
Originally lands along the banks of the river were irrigrated from furrows. The land on the East bank a furrow (traces of which are still discernable) led off the main river and followed the contour of the mountain. This Furrow fed dams along the way providing water for the lands between the furrow and the river.
The farms on the west bank were supplied with water that led from the dam in the vicinity of the present robots. This dam was fed from water from a spring higher up towards Suikerbossie and the runoff of the water from Karbonkelberg and little Lions Head. Furrows ran both south and north from this dam supplying water to the crops.
However, later in the 1930's due to mismanagement and soil erosion the level of the river was lower than the level of the furrow and so the water no longer led into the furrow - but the age of mechanisation had arrived and pump up were installed.
Hout Bay is best known for his vegtables. Being close to Cape Town it was more profitable to grow vegetables to supply the local market and passing ships. Arend Brink was the cauliflower King - buyers waited for him to arrive with his cauliflower's. Beautiful Cape tomatoes of the 1930's came from Hout Bay. Mr. Hains, the farmer at Moddergat bought seeds back from England smuggled in his shirt pocket. The tomatoes when harvested were the envy of all and when they put on the market all farmers bought a box for the seeds.
Carts pulled by mules and horses carted vegtables to the Sir Lowry Road market. Four mules were needed to get the wagon up the first and only long uphill- to Suikerbossie and from there two were sent home and the other two proceeded to Cape Town. The wagons left Hout Bay at midnight. When they got to Sea Point Tramways Terminus, the wagon wheels glided smoothly along the tramlines. Being very early in the morning (they had to be at the market before 6am ) there was no traffic on the road. The first motor truck - Republic with solid tyres, arrived in Hout Bay in 1928 and from there on trucks were used to take the produce to town. The farmers took great pride in their trucks and motors cars and always had the latest model- Dodge and chevrolets were the makes they bought. Now they buy Toyota.
But what does the future hold for these lands which provide a green lung down the centre of the valley. Will they continue to farm or will it fall prey to the developers hands and become another housing Estate.
Duppie van Oudshoorn is the only full time farmer in Hout Bay. He has paseed retirement age and his sons are not interested to carrying on with farming- what will become of the oldest existing farmlands in South Africa?
FISHING The Khoi- Khoi were the first known fisherman of Hout Bay. Living in shelters they gathered shellfish from the rocks and trap fish in the estuary.
When Table Bay was settle in the Dutch to provide a revictualling station for passing ships of the D.I.E.C., fish collected from Hout Bay. VAN Riebeeck and the early commanders often sent the company sloop over to Hout Bay to trek fish from the beach which they found there great abundance.
The first farmers were fishermen as well. They fished from small boats with hook and line and by trek nets from the beach to feed their labourers or to exchange with inland farmers. An advertisement of the sale of Kronendal and contents in 1832 lists flat bottomed boats and seine nets as part of farm's equipment.
In the early 19th century the Cape exported salted snoek to Mauritius (it still does) in exchange for sugar, and in 1890 Crisp Arnold built the first fish processing sheds on the beach to prepare the snoek for this trade. The local farmers were becoming more involved in fishing and built their sheds alongside - they were the Trautmans, the Dormans and the Schwenkes. The fish was resalted and stacked in long lines in the sheds. One month later the fish, which was now dry, was packed in 100lb bundels, covered in sacking and exported to Mauritius.
Their fishing boats were powered by the wind. They were frail craft in comparison to the fishing boats today with their modern navigational equipment.
At the turn of the century the floor of the ocean was described as being a red blanket of crayfish. (Crayfish is a fresh water lobster not found in South Africa so this name is a misnomer.) Our kreef were known as Cape Crawfish until 1953. Other names were Spiny Lobster and kreef. Rock Lobster is now the accepted name for the Cape Crawfish - in 1953 Parliament amended the Crawfish Export Act of 1940 by the substitution for the name~). Crayfish factories were being set up along the west coast and in Cape Town to exploit this rich food source and in 1903 the Hout Bay Canning Company was formed and set up in the hulk of an old sailing ship, the R. Morrow that had been wrecked when it was driven ashore at Mouille Point in stormy weather.
The Managing Director, Lucien Plessis was a frenchman. He had been involved in importing canned Cape crawfish in France and had come out to South Africa to explore the possibility of setting up his own canning company. There was no need for the sailing boats to go far, that went out to catch the crawfish as the bay was teeming with them. Canned crawfish was exported to france, Britain, United States and Australia. In 1914 an explosion on board put an end to the industry for a short while. The explosion was caused by a leak in the acetylene gas supply which was used for lighting and power purpose on the old ship. Mr Plessis together with 6 other men were killed in the explosion.
After repairs to the ship the company continued to function as a canning factory up until 1947 when reclamation work covered the old hulk and the company was absorbed into the sasp Company.
The twenties saw an increase in the demand for fish with improved cold storage facilities and the SAR'S new cold storage truck to rail fish up country.
Jacob Trautman, a German immigrant, and his sons become more involved in the industry the Truatmans are considered to be the pioneers of the fishing industry in Hout Bay.
Jacob's son , Ernest, took over his families fishing interests at the age of 28, and another branch of the family Christiaan Truatman, Ernest's cousin, built a packing shed in this area that is known as the village - (this packing shed is still standing today) and from here the first crayfish tails were packed and taken to town to be frozen and exported to America. This was the start of the multi million Rand frozen tail export industry.
The seas were rich in sea life and trekking from the beach yielded nets containing a variety of fish- Kabeljou, sole, maasbankers, yellowtail, joosop and galjoen. Housewives paid 3d for fish but there was no local market for crayfish. The snoek season started about the 1st April and continue until the 15th June. When the fish run was good the fishermen worked around the clock, leaving home on Sunday evening, they did not return until the following Saturday afternoon. In the day time they went snoeking and in the evenings trawled for maasbankers. Apart from catching the fish they also had to offload and help with the salting and stacking and then was the bait to be found and the fishing gear to repair. They slept whenever and wherever they could.
In comparison to todays sophisticated fishing aids and equipment, the 30's appeared primitive and the title village of Hout Bay was a sleepy hollow in a rural setting.
Before nylon was invented, fishermen used cotton line. In order to stiffen the cotton line and prevent it from becoming entangled, the lines were blooded. This took hours of work. Barrels of blood had to be brought from Cape Town Abattior, strained and then with lappies applied to the line- up to 15 applications. Placed in a barrel over water, supported on sticks so that it did not come into contact with the water, a fire made under the barrel and the blood steamed into the line. This stiffened the line and also protected it.
The bokstangs or sinkers were also made by making moulds in damp sand and pouring the moulten lead into these moulds- they were decorated with bands of copper and brass.
The lures were made from sharkskin cut into ribbons - in the water they became soft and supple and shiny.
The snoek hooks were barbless and the copper wire attaching the hook to the line was specially treated in order to strengthen it to withstand the sharp and ferocious teeth of the snoek.
Fishermen's wives were very hardworking. Apart from the normal housework chores they had to take meals down to the beach for their husbands assist with the catching of bait. They also made oilskins out of unbleached calico. Suits were made and repeatedly dipped in linseed oil. When the calico was well coated it was water resistant and kept the fishermen dry and warm. Vingerlappies from old blankets and army coats were made to protect the fishermen's fingers when he was handline fishing.
Fishing did have its slack periods. Leonard Trautman recalled a particularly poor season in 1928 when his father Jacob caught only 47 snoek in the entire season. However, the previous year had been particularly good, especially an exceptionally large haul of Kabel jou in February which yielded 3350 kabeljou of which 100 averaged 90lbs, 1700 from 40- 80lbs and the remainder 1550 from 15-20 lbs. The large ones were sold wholesale at 1/6d each and the small ones 9d each.
Lobsters were exported overseas first as canned lobster and then later tails were packed and frozen. Tamatiebak was the fastest crayfish boat in the Cape waters. Built by farmer John Brink on the farm Kronendal and name Tamatiebak by the local fishermen.
The mother boat took the kreef bakkies out to the fishing grounds, each bakkie had about 8 hoop nets aboard for catching kreef - they returned in the evening loaded down with kreef.
Today rectangular traps are used and the traps are normally left overnight - catches are generally small.
Development of the harbour began in 1937 when the first breakwater was built- previous to that there was no protection for the fishing boats. The larger fishing vessels lay at anchor in the bay and the smaller boats were pulled onto the shore. offloading a catch of snoek was lengthy and tiring business. The boats were brought as close to the shore as possible. Here the catch was loaded onto rowing boats and from there each snoek had to be carried ashore. Fishermen still recall exactly how they carried their snoek- depending on the size and strength of their fingers- 3 in this hand and 2 in that.
During rough seas they battled to keep the craft afloat - often going out in raging storms to work the bilge pumps or to steer their craft to calmer waters.
Despite the increased fishing activities of the 30's development was slow and it was only after World War ll that development went ahead by leaps and bounds- mainly because of the intense exploitation of the pelagic shoal fish to produce fish meal. The fisheries development Corporation was establish in 1944 to assist the fishing industry with housing, harbours and boat anchorage. A short while later the fishing industry research institute helped with research into processing of fish foods and the SABS arrived in 1953 to improved the standards of fish products. At Hout Bay SAPS was formed by the almagamation of a number of smaller companies. The harbour was extended - houses were built for fisheries staff, new slipways, harbour offices, extention of the breakwater, better packing facilities and the newly formed SASP set up a fish liver oil factory, a cold storage chamber, smoke houses and processing factory.
In 1952 2 1/2 acres of land was reclaimed from the sea to expand wharf facilities. A report in 1953 states: With the completion this month of the construction programme Hout Bay will have what is probably finest and largest fishing harbour in South Africa.
And so Hout Bay Harbour continues to expand, but with the decline in our fish resources the harbour is expanding to other areas. With dwindling fish stocks the harbour is becoming more tourist orientated - four pleasure craft take visitors on short trips around the bay and to Duiker Island, the Circe, Ichabo, R9 Condor. Mariners Wharf, South Africa's first fish emporium opened to the public in 1985. The Wharfside Grill is well known for its fish dishes, there is also snoekies and the laughing lobster for fish and chips.
And the future- a boatyard that will provide dry boat storage for 40 portable vessels will be officially opened above this beach on the six of March this year. The once peaceful harbour has become a hive of industry and activity.
With housing expanding up the mountain, the total population of Hout Bay in 1983 was 10 000,of those 10 000, 5 500 live in the harbour area. There is a planned projected settlement of 20 000 over the next 20 years.
Two large companies operate from Hout Bay Harbour- S.A.P.S. and Chapmans Peak fisheries which belong to the Dorman family - the only Hout Bay pioneer fishing family to have retained a controlling interest in the industry.

THE OLD FORTIFICATIONS OF HOUT BAY
In 1652 Jan van Riebeeck established a settlement at the Cape to provide supplies, fresh food, water and rest for the fleets of the Dutch East India Company (V.O.C.) trading between Holland and the East Indies. He built a fort and later, the Castle and other fortifications to protect the anchorage in Table Bay.
The growing of fresh produce and grazing of animals soon spread from Table Valley along the Liesbeeck river and its tributaries to Constantia Valley. Hout Bay with its vast forests was a source of valuable building material for this expansion long before the first farm was established at Kronendal in the 1670's.
A hundred years later the V.O.C. settlement had spread inland and become a vitally important half- way for ships of all nations trading in the East . The turmoil's of war in Europe increased its strategic importance. Holland became virtually a province of France. The Prince of Orange fled to England and French troops were sent to protect the Cape from British occupation. In 1781 Hout Bay was included in the new defences.
The garrison considered of Khoi troops quartered at Kronendal reinforced by the french Pondicherry regiment composed mainly of Indian Sepoys under the command of Irish Expatriate, Count de Conway. West fort was built adjacent to the present day harbour. It's guns were able to protect three laden ships of the returning East India fleet sheltering from marauding Admiral Johnson of the Royal Navy who had partially destroyed the rest of the fleet in Saldanha bay. The taking of prizes and privateering were rife in war conditions.
After this episode East Fort battery was built with earthworks and canon of large calibre on gun emplacements adjacents to the present day Chapmans Peak Drive. Some of the guns with the V.O.C. mark can still be seen and cannon balls that would have been heated in ovens before firing have been retrieved by archaeological digs.
The East Fort guns have been fired in anger only once. Admiral Elphinstone sent a flotilla inshore to examine the seaward fortifications of the Cape onther 15th September 1795. "The Echo' put into Hout Bay and, remaining out of range, drew fire from both East and West Forts enabling her commander to report back details of range and fire power to his Admiral. The following day the Dutch surrendered and the British then occupied the castle and other fortifications including the Hout Bay forts.
The early drawings and descriptions tell us that in 1796 Royal Engineers built the barracks and command post above the East Fort battery. The Block House was three storeys high, built of stone, with a plastered upper floor and windows with wooden shutters. Magazine and cisterns occupied the lower floor. An outside wooden stair led up to the middle floor command post and officers' quarters. Wooden Galleries were fixed to the corners of the upper floor . Large stone barracks for the troops were built higher up the mountain as well as a guardhouse and sentry box at the entrance of the old road, and a cookhouse opposite the blockhouse. A path leads down to the battery and powder magazine which is now built over by the World War ll Pill Box.
The old road may still be traced today along military Road , from the Manor House Hotel, above Chapman's Peak Hotel, past some houses and then joining Chapman's Peak Drive, to finally end in the barrack area.
The Cape was handed back to the Batavian Republic in 1803 , and seized again by the British in 1806, prompted by the need to defend the British trade routes from Napoleon. The forts were repaired and reinforced , then gradually, as the Cape Colony felt secure from foreign threat , the bush encroached and building fell into ruin.
In 1920 Chapmans Peak Drive was opened , bisecting East Fort and isolating the command post from the battery.
In the 1939-1945 Second World War life returned to the battery site when a coastal artillery Pill Box was built within the old protecting earth works of the power magazine. Two quick - firing Naval guns were mounted to protect Hout Bay once more. The war came very close when enemy submarines were successfully hunting the ships of Allied convoys carrying troops and supplies from Europe to the Middle East via the Cape
In 1995, two hundred years after the battle of Muizenberg and the visit of 'The Echo' and 50 years after the end of world war two , East fort is being stabilised , cleared and presented to the people as part of the people as part of Hout Bay 's history.

INFORMATION WITH THANKS TO HOUT BAY MUSEUM - Kindly contact Craig Dunlop craig@trailfinders.co.za or 0027824599280 if you would like further information with regards to visiting Hout Bay for tours and guided walks.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

In the greater scheme of things.

History was never a subject I took at school - in fact I opted for more practical things like geography, as in my naiveté, I thought it was irrelevant to learn about the past.
These days, history has become a passion. I love reading about it, experiencing aspects of it when visiting old places and seeing it repeat itself.
It comes alive when taught with passion, interest and humour. It can show us how to conduct ourselves, it can steer us away from disaster. So, why don’t we learn. Why, dear humanity, do we do the same things over and over and expect a different result. Are we insane? Einstein might have thought so, with his definition of insanity just mentioned in the previous line.

Maybe it’s not insanity, I think it’s just each generation thinking that they are cleverer than the previous one. Just look at my own youthful attitude to history, similar thinking to the bumper sticker: "Employ a teenager while they still know everything."
Seriously, and with respect to todays teenagers, they do seem to have their stuff together - way more that my generation. We were the bunch that came out of the sixties and seventies - Generation X - A generation of people who consider ourselves entitled. Even today where most Gen X's are in their middle years, we still see the world as our oyster and wonder in consternation when the oyster turns out to be a lemon. We have a lot to answer for - the dot com bubble, the credit crunch and the death of disco. We are the generation that saw the age of excess come and go.

My teenage son seems to have a pretty adult outlook on life - in fact this Sunday morning, I was awoken by his alarm going off reminding him to go to work. He has a weekend job at the local hardware store. I don’t have to remind him - he just does it. My dad would have had to lure me, or kick me out of bed when I was the same age.

What’s the difference? Maybe he is just a “good” kid. I don’t think it’s that. From a young age we have encouraged him to read and to make his own informed decisions.
He also studies and loves history - he has seen the writing on the wall, by looking into the past. He also has one very big educational tool that we never had - the web.

Are we really to blame - what about all the all the kids that studied history when I was in high school in the seventies and early eighties– shouldn’t they have pulled the rest of us right? They tried …. this I know. Andrew Feinstein, the ex ANC whistleblower, was at school with me and I am pretty sure he studied history. In later years he single handedly attempted to take on the corrupt elements of South Africa’s ruling party. He tried hard but the old analogy of farting against thunder applied.

The world is full of wonderful people like Andrew who earnestly try and change the world into a better place, so why don’t things change - even Barack Obama can’t get it right.

Maybe I am just jaded, but I know that it’s all about money and power, but why can the masses not take control, why can’t the”generation next” take charge. There is a glimmer of hope when we see the way the world has embraced environmental change, the way we stand together, or is there?
Temper that with the conspiracy theory of the World Wildlife Fund, along with its uber wealthy benefactors, buying up huge tracts of land and forcing humanity into urban area where it is difficult to grow food and have clean water. Think about the fact that the planet has warmed and cooled many times over the last 1000 years, but it’s all we talk about now. The oldest and most elaborate conjuring tricks are simple sleight of hand – focus on the left hand and you don’t see what the right hand is doing.

Do we really believe that there isn’t a shadow government behind all governments, do we really think it actually makes any difference who you vote for?

Do you know that members of the gazillionaire Warburg Family served on the boards of the Reichsbank of Germany and the US Fed at the same time between the two world wars?

Do you know that the US Fed is privately owned and has never been audited and does not answer to congress?

Do you know the South African Reserve bank is also privately owned?

Have you ever thought about what US Presidents Lincoln and Kennedy had in common? They both challenged the Fed - look what happened to them.

"Let me issue and control a nations money and I care not who writes it's laws" said Mayer Amschel Rothschild

So where does this leave us - we all sense that something is going on, we all get told that its hype and bull, but yet when you begin to talk to the senior citizens of this world they smile knowingly, it’s a bit like finding out it’s not what you know; it’s who you know.

That’s the kicker.....

We all know, but we just don’t know who it is and what to do about it. World peace will probably come one day, but it won’t be for our benefit, it will simply serve the purposes of the elite. The gap is widening, be aware of which side you are on.

Gerald Massey, poet and self- styled Egyptologist sums it up very nicely: "They must find it difficult.......Those who have taken authority as the truth rather than the truth as the authority"

In the greater scheme of things.

History was never a subject I took at school - in fact I opted for more practical things like geography as in my naiveté I thought it was irrelevant to learn about the past.
These days, history has become a passion. I love reading about it, experiencing aspects of it when visiting old places and seeing it repeat itself.
It comes alive when taught with passion, interest and humour. It can show us how to conduct ourselves, it can steer us away from disaster. So, why don’t we learn. Why, dear humanity, do we do the same things over and over and expect a different result. Are we insane? Einstein might have thought so, with his definition of insanity just mentioned in the previous line.

Maybe it’s not insanity, I think it’s just each generation thinking that they are cleverer than the previous one. Just look at my teenage attitude to history. I love the bumper sticker: "Employ a teenager while they still know everything"
Seriously, and with respect to todays teenagers, they do seem to have their stuff together - way more that my generation. We were the bunch that came out of the sixties and seventies - Generation X. A generation of people who consider ourselves entitled. Even today where most Gen X's are in their middle years, we still see the world as our oyster and wonder in consternation when the oyster turns out to be a lemon. We have a lot to answer for - the dot com bubble, the credit crunch and the death of disco. We are the generation that saw the age of excess come and go.

My teenaged son seems to have a pretty adult outlook on life - in fact this Sunday morning, I was awoken by his alarm going off reminding him to go to work. He has a weekend job at the local hardware store. I don’t have to remind him - he just does it. My dad would have to lure me or kick me out of bed when I was the same age.

What’s the difference? Maybe he is just a “good” kid. I don’t think it’s that. From a young age we have encouraged him to read and to make his own informed decisions.
He also studies and loves history - he has seen the writing on the wall, by looking into the past. He also has one very big educator that we never had - the web.

Are we really to blame - what about all the all the kids that studied history when I was in high school in the seventies and early eighties– shouldn’t they have pulled the rest of us right? They tried …. this I know. Andrew Feinstein, the ex ANC whistleblower, was at school with me and he studied history. In later years he single handedly attempted to take on the corrupt elements of South Africa’s ruling party. He tried hard but the old analogy of farting against thunder applied.

The world is full of wonderful people like Andrew who earnestly try and change the world into a better place, so why don’t things change - even Barack Obama can’t get it right.

Maybe I am just jaded, but I know that it’s all about money and power, but why can the masses not take control, why can’t the”generation next” take charge. There is a glimmer of hope when we see the way the world has embraced environmental change, the way we stand together, or is there?
Temper that with the conspiracy theory of the World Wildlife fund along with its uber wealthy benefactors, buying up huge tracts of land and forcing humanity into urban area where it is difficult to grow food and have clean water. Think about the fact that the planet has warmed and cooled many times over the last 1000 years, but it’s all we talk about now. The oldest and most elaborate conjuring tricks are simple sleight of hand – focus on the left hand and you don’t see what the right hand is doing.

Do we really believe that there isn’t a shadow government behind all governments, do we really think it actually makes any difference who you vote for?

Do you know that members of the gazillionaire Warburg Family operated on the boards of the Reichsbank of Germany and the US Fed at the same time between the two world wars?

Do you know that the US Fed is privately owned and has never been audited and does not answer to congress?

Do you know the South African Reserve bank is also privately owned?

Have you ever thought about what US Presidents Lincoln and Kennedy had in common? They both challenged the Fed - look what happened to them.

"Let me issue and control a nations money and I care not who writes it's laws" Mayer Amschel Rothschild

So where does this leave us - we all sense that something is going on, we all get told that its hype and bull, but yet when you begin to talk to the senior citizens of this world they smile knowingly, it’s a bit like finding out it’s not what you know it’s who you know.

That’s the kicker.....

We all know, but we just don’t know who it is and what to do about it. World peace will probably come, but it won’t be for our benefit, it will simply serve the purposes of the elite. The gap is widening, be aware of which side you are on.

Gerald Massey, poet and self- styled Egyptologist sums it up very nicely: "They must find it difficult.......Those who have taken authority as the truth rather than the truth as the authority"