Me­mo­ry of a beau­ti­ful jour­ney li­ves on in a quilt

Knysna-Plett Herald - - Letters | Briewe -

Ronél Fröh­lich, Botswa­na From Botswa­na to Knys­na. Through ci­ties and glo­ri­ous old towns I en­ded my tar­red jour­ney from the Botswa­na Tu­li Block at A­von­tuur, en rou­te to Knys­na. Trans­la­ted as “ad­ven­tu­re” it couldn’t ha­ve been clo­ser to the truth. Being ut­ter­ly fa­mi­li­ar dri­ving gra­vel ro­ads I didn’t e­ven con­tem­pla­te tur­ning a­round, e­ven t­hough I was dri­ving a 1000cc small car, and on a ti­me con­straint to be in Knys­na. Hid­den je­wel

As I took the he­art-stop­ping nar­row turns on the P­rin­ce Alf­red’s Pass and saw sheer cliffs en­ding in val­leys far be­low, I felt exhi­la­ra­ted. The mag­ni­fi­cen­ce, beau­ty, and awe-in­spi­ring views took my bre­ath a­way. Me­an­de­ring do­wn the trail, I re­a­ched a valley with a litt­le shop cal­led “Plaas­kind Pad­stal” bo­as­ting an­ti­ques. I just had to stop. Upon en­te­ring I saw the most beau­ti­ful quilts, pil­lows, ho­me­ma­de wa­res and an­ti­ques. The eye-ca­t­ching co­lours of the quilts drew me in. I could see t­hey we­re hand­ma­de and I just had to know by w­hom. The la­dy then sho­wed me the la­bels on the i­tems, and that clin­ched it for me, I had to ha­ve one. The la­bel said it was a U­ni­on­da­le Com­mu­ni­ty Pro­ject (for the wo­men w­ho­se hus­bands work on the farms) and it in­clu­ded a p­ho­to plus the na­me of the quilt cre­a­tor. I cho­se the most co­lour­ful one, ma­de by one Ja­co­mi­na Kie­wiets, and I knew t­his would be an e­ver­las­ting keep­sa­ke of my trip. Me­men­to go­ne

But, as with li­fe, not all go as plan­ned. I spent my days with my sis­ter vi­si­ting a­round Knys­na and P­lett, fit­ting in a won­der­ful Sa­tur­day Mar­ket ex­pe­rien­ce ne­ar Har­ker­vil­le and then it was ti­me to le­a­ve from Ge­or­ge Ai­r­port back ho­me.

As I bo­ar­ded the pla­ne I re­a­li­sed that my a­do­red quilt was not with my hand lug­ga­ge w­he­re I had put it. I ran off the pla­ne to the ter­mi­nal to ask for help, but was bris­k­ly told to im­me­di­a­te­ly re­turn to the pla­ne as it was a­bout to le­a­ve. Sit­ting on the pla­ne and wa­t­ching the lig­hts of t­he­se beau­ti­ful se­a­si­de towns nes­t­led at the ba­se of ma­je­stic moun­tains di­sap­pear, I felt sad and dis­he­ar­te­ned. I lost my me­men­to. Upon lan­ding I pho­ned and told my sis­ter w­hat hap­pe­ned. De­va­sta­ted for my sa­ke, she pro­mi­sed to see w­hat she could do to help. Joy re­turns in the post

With the help of Knys­na-P­lett and Ge­or­ge He­rald news­pa­pers, as­sis­ted by Ge­or­ge Ai­r­port ma­na­ger B­ren­da Vor­ster, I got a call a day la­ter to in­form me t­hey found my pre­ci­ous blan­ket.

And so, two weeks la­ter I col­lected a par­cel and o­pe­ned it with ba­ted bre­ath. In­tact and beau­ti­ful, I pres­sed it a­gainst my chest and saw a quaint litt­le shop hid­den in a ma­je­stic pass, blue se­as and friend­ly fa­ces.

I jour­ney­ed far from ho­me, and as for my quilt, it found its way from the sea to Botswa­na, ma­de with lo­ve – just for me, I’d li­ke to be­lie­ve.

I sa­lu­te the U­ni­on­da­le Com­mu­ni­ty Pro­ject i­ni­ti­a­ti­ve and the wo­men spen­ding count­less hours to stitch e­very squa­re by hand and by he­art. I thank the two news­pa­pers and the ai­r­port staff for brin­ging t­his me­mo­ry ho­me.

From Knys­na to Botswa­na.

Newspapers in Afrikaans

Newspapers from South Africa

© PressReader. All rights reserved.