Ok, My turn now. You would all of course remember the post boxes? Needless to say it was not just used for mail. In my youth, myself and Albert Lisser, Eddie Johnston and a few others would get Johnny Young to buy our Capenheimer 65c a bottle for us and then hide it in my post box. Of course I would always volunteer to check for mail and before going off to the "session" we would stand in the phone hokkie and down the capenheimer. Yechhh!! Just thinking of it now makes me want to BlergHhH!!!
Johnny Young was the "old teenager" of our time and we could get him to do anything for us.
I had forgotton about the phonebooth by the post boxes! It is no longer there, there are two tikkie boxes around the corner by the entrance to the actual Post Office.
Debby , that tradition was still going on during the late 80's, sometimes on a friday night the post box's had a bigger crowd that the dance floor at the Youth Club, i also would'nt be surprised if more alcohol cjanged hands there than at the Sportsmans......
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my my, nothing changed. We did the same thing with cocorico!!!yuk,(hate coconut to this day) and smokes!!! What was the box number again? I remember losing the bloody key a few times too.
Yvette
Yvette, mine was Vincoco, cheap and nasty with the highest alcohol content, if I sniff the stuff today, I throw up...... :-\
And don't forget the Old Brown sherry.......
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I remember the girls other favourite was a drink called happy cow ... a milk shake type of also high alcohol lethal easy to drink and underestimate its power thing .. we would laugh cos I renamed it " unhappy cow " some of the poor girls would get out of it .. get dronkverdriet after hurling to no end and end their evening huddled in a corner feeling sorry for themselves and trying to chew the wrists open in the absence of a razor blade ....
Mike, we all had our fav doppie hey or should I say bottle! I remember the first time I drank tequila, couldnt feel my legs and ran races down 1st avenue and got lost!!!!!!
Deb, what was our post box number? Was it 96? I remember our ph number was 558.
PO Box 425 we were .. funny never hid booze in there ... But I had a nightmare and expensive time one time at high school .. me, Robin ,Glynnis and I think colin hartley .. bought our booze .. I hid it on the inside lining of my Duffel coat .. we went into the city gardens .. just as we started supping along came a cop .. we all sat there trying to look innocent .. he asked us what we were doing there .. " Oh just looking at the pidgeons and squirrels " .. he had his officers stick with him and tapped me with it .. It made a giveaway clink sound ... he confiscated all our booze told me I was lucky he was not going to lock us up and poured it all into the ground ... We wept at the loss ... come now I hear silence from the girls on the happy cow drink .. or maybe no-one wants to remember that lethal stuff and what it did to them ??
That's right Yvette. Box 96, Ph 558, I can hear the old grey phone ringing right now down the passage.
Spar's postbox number is 96 now!
Clive used to work at the post office switchboard with Julie Hoffman
Opperman's Post Box 246 and Phone number 369.
Never forgotten if you new your 2 and 3 times table.
Richard 8)
Those guys working on the exchange with Clive were earning R10.00 per night and they thought it was a fortune. Their shift started at 20:00 and ended the next morning at 06:00. The postmaster at the time was Oom Hennie. A few of them I remember are Fritz Kubirske, Whitey Bredenhann, Willem Heusdens. Some of the ladies were Louise, Bettie and Julie. Those from Alexander Bay I cannot remember. When the guys were on duty, they normally did not charge us for our calls to our beloved ones in the RSA. Lekker ou Parrafin model skakelbord!!!
Charmain
Charmaine, Julie Hoffman is my aunt. She worked on the exchange for many years. Her and my uncle Jerry live in Villiersdorp.
Her daughter Karen married Hooman, the Iranian. They used to call him the Ayatollah.
Hi Debby,
Hooman's nickname was the "flying Ayatollah" wonder how many remember him?? He used to play volleyball.
Yvette
Charmaine, you have brought some memories back here, Ja we used to start at 20.00 end at 06.00 and then be at work on the mine by 07.00.
I used to work with Koos Jacobs on night on one night off ( there was only the one bed so Navy style (almost ) hot bunking)
On top of this to earn the extra money we also used to double as barmen.
I saw one of those old switchboards at a show years ago.
Charmaine would you beleive it Koos Jacobs son David now works in the same office I do in Cape Town
Clive
Yvette
Why was he called the FLYING Ayatollah?
You owe me a phone call.
Debbie
I remember Karen, a lovely young girl, I also recall her marrying Hooman.
Keep well.
Charmain
Clive
It is so amazing to see how this website brings people together. It is strange that somewhere some day one will bump into an ex Oranjemunder. I must say when I drive here in Pretoria and I see a vehicle with N ??? OR numberplates I want to stop the vehicle and ask who they are, but dont get the opportunity to do so as the traffic in this place is hectic.
Charmain
One day , down in Cpt, heading out on the N1 towards Brackenfell, I switched lanes suddenly, and did'nt see the car in my blindspot. Luckily I just missed the guy, remember glancing in the rear view mirror to see this driver waving his fist at me, when I glanced down , I saw the N*OR numberplate, that would have been lank embarrassing if I had ploughed into another Oranjemunder down there....
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Debby,
Hooman was the flying Ayatollah, Vic Barra started it. Hooman took flying lessons.
Yvette
Who remebers the stamp dispensing machine that was installed at the post box section?
Michelle, so thats why Mike insists on taking out the post :auguri1:
The stamp machine, gray box...... I remember it faintly.... I think I remember, what were we talking about again?
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