Cornelia, my mother

As newly arrived Dutch Immigrants on the Rhodesian Castle, we were in awe at the sight of Table Mountain. While the ship was unloading its cargo and freight, we all piled into the little cable car that took us to the top of the mountain. The sight was spectacular and the weather divine and we took a photo to send back to the Netherlands. 

We returned to the ship to claim our freight and to connect to the train that would take us to Pretoria. There my father would be waiting for us.

Unknown to us, there were recruits onboard for the Iron and Steel Corporation, ISCOR located in Pretoria. My mother has a classic Dutch name, Cornelia, and was called Cor for short. After we claimed our freight a man approached us and asked “ISCOR?” “Ja Ja, is Cor” my mother answered and our cargo was hoisted into in a railway cart and we proceeded to board the train to Pretoria. After several days we arrived with our freight at our destination and to be reunited with my father. My dad wanted to settle the freight bill but discovered that ISCOR had paid it. With my parents limited English they quickly took the cargo and left the station.

South Africa was going to be a fabulous country to start our new life.