The Harrismith Chronicle started publishing in 1903. Annie was ten years old, still living in the cottage behind the Royal Hotel. Eighty years later the paper celebrated. That milestone edition included our dear old Annie’s obituary. She’d reached ninety. Lovingly cared for from when Frank in died in 1943 right to the end forty years later, by her daughter Mary, our loving Mom.
Now in 2020 comes more sad news. After 117 years, the old Chronic has folded. Maybe it won’t be the end? Maybe someone can revive it in digital form, online? Sure hope so.
~~~oo0oo~~~
5 replies on “Chronic. Terminal?”
So enjoyed this post. I still remember Annie so vividly. She was such an integral part of Harrismith.
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Thanks, new Annie! Now we gotta step up and be special oldies ourselves! Hard, when we think of ourselves as teenagers! My recipe is Just Love The Youngsters; Don’t judge.
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I was wondering the same thing the other day, Pete!
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It should be revived by a ‘Vlei’ diaspora!
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Is Harrismith not the most Trilingual town you could ever find? The newspaper swops lingos with gay abandon. And chances are, if you come across an English speaker, it will be the King’s English but interspersed with fluent Zulu and a bit of Off-the-krans
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