Pilgrim’s Rest (ing) in Heritage

The second time I visited Pilgrim’s Rest, a quaint restored gold rush town which was declared a Heritage site in 1986, was certainly less traumatic than the first time. The first time round I was about 9 years old and my sisters were respectively 5 and 8 years older than me. Friends of my parents and their children also came along but there wasn’t children in my age group with the result that I tagged along behind my sisters irritating them with my presence and natural charm. Boys in their age group with apparent greater charm and whose presence were preferred above mine also tagged along (I agree what is the world coming to)!

It was in the afternoon and the parents were applying the meaning of the town’s name quite literally as they were taking a siesta.  The children were encouraged to get lost (translation: not to be close enough to the parents to wake them up).  Thus everybody went exploring and naturally I did not want to loose out. I was initially asked nicely to go back to where we were staying but as that sounded like a boring and dangerous alternative (waking my parents), I respectfully ignored the requests. At a certain point I became the victim of a conspiracy. I was threatened by a high school boy in collaboration with my sisters that if I do not go back they will sell me as a slave. Naturally I ignored this ridiculous notion with the contempt it deserved.

The potential sweetheart of my sister and enemy of mine then picked me up threw me over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes and started shouting: who wants to buy a slave – R5.00. He  asked a local man from the area passing by directly if he wanted to buy a slave. The man actually took out a R5.00 note and both us had one hell of a fright. I still remember the sweetheart saying to the man he must tell me to go back otherwise they will sell me but that sentence and him putting me down happened simultaneously.

An artist impression of a young Abrie running away from slavery

The whole way back I shouted at the top of my voice “they want to sell me; they want to sell me ∞”. I burst into my parents room and they were eyeing me with bewilderment but by that time the whole community had seized their siesta…

Pelgrim’s Rest is close to the Mpumalanga towns of Graskop and Sabie in the North Eastern part of South Africa and has been restored to create a late 1800s gold rush ambiance.

A reconstruction of a tented camp and the luxury building on the right being the the actual gold commissioner’s office and abode

Initially it was only gold panning  but soon expanded to more intensive mining

And as people and money increased the inevitable expansion ocurred

Die kerk en die bar is langs mekaar?

I may have been employed here

Inspired by the WordPress weekly photo challenge with the topic Heritage

28 thoughts on “Pilgrim’s Rest (ing) in Heritage

    1. Pragtige plek en omgewing (al is dit sentrum van slawerny 😀). Bly ek kon herrineringe prikkel. Dankie vir die volg en dankie dat jy kommentaar lewer. Was al daar by jou en sal definitief weer teruggaan.

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  1. 🎵 So sit die manne in die Royal Hotel 🎵 en drink ‘n draught in die kerk (!?) se bar. Ons was daar in 2010, maar ek het nie die kamp gesien nie. Ons was op ‘n bustoer en dan word alles mos teen dubbelspoed bekyk, sodat jy gewoonlik die helfte mis. Dis baie interessant.

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    1. Baie dankie Aspaai. Partymaal dink ek my herrineringe gaan opraak maar tot dusver het dit darem nog nie (en daar is 40 drafts met idees vir blogs). Hierdie herrinering is egter geprikkel deur die erfenis foto uitdaging

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  2. Abrie, ek het die hele gebeure nou sien ‘afspeel’, en kan net lag. So tipies kind. Alles in jou vertelling klink bekend. Ek dink wel jy was dalk ń klein snip van ń seuntjie. Mooi fotos.

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    1. Ek was nog nooit so in die gesig gevat nie😀😀. Eenmaal (net eenmaal😀) toe ek ietwat ouer was teenoor ‘n kêrel opgemerk, nadat my suster vir om gesê het vrouens in ons familie raak nie grys nie: “Ja hulle raak nie grys nie hulle raak bles” wel nou is hulle nie grys nie en ek bles!

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  3. Pragtige fotos. Ongelukkig het ek iewers gelees dit is so vervalle en oorgeneem deur leeglêers daar nou dat die dame onveilig gevoel het om uit haar motor te klim. Sal graag wil weet of dit so is.

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    1. Fotos is geneem in Julie 2015. Ook verskeie ander fotos geneem waarop daar nie een leeglêer was nie en soos jy kan sien is dit nie vervalle nie. Weet nie wat afgelope 2 jaar gebeur het nie. Dit is egter wel so (ook in 2015) dat leeglêers jou kar was sonder jou toestemming en dan geld eis en hulle is nogal assertive. Vir ‘n vrou alleen kan dit intimederend wees.

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  4. LOL Abrie, loved your little story. The question is, do your sisters remember it as well as you do?!?!? I remember my little brother used to tag along after me and annoy me no end but of course that notwithstanding, I love him like crazy as I’m sure yours do you! Thanks for sharing both the place and the story.


    1. Hi Tina I have since asked my sisters your question the younger older one immediately said no it was the older sister. And my oldest said she feel very guilty about Pilgrims Rest LOL


  5. I’ve been to Pilgrim’s Rest at least twice (Mpumalanga is a favorite) but I have not been to or seen where your first two pics are. I do love the place. It doesn’t change but I don’t think we go back to see if it has moved on. We go back hoping the time t=stood still there, right? 🙂
    Great post!

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    1. Hi Anne thank you. Indeed there you want time to stand still. The mine museum is about 1 km the outside Pilgrims Rest to your left on you way to Graskop. I could have done the post only about that as the tents and building had the contents in them from that time. And there is also a very old steam locomotive, wagons etc.

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