THE LUYT FAMILY AT THE MARINE HOTEL AND SCHOONGEZICHT (Part 2)

THE LUYT FAMILY AT THE MARINE HOTEL AND SCHOONGEZICHT (Part 2)

In 1964 my father developed Hodgkin’s Lymphoma and my parents moved to Cape Town in about September. Berdine, the eldest of the five sisters, had a guest house in Oranjezicht and we went to stay there with her, as my father was in and out of the hospital, having treatment regularly. Granny did not like living on her own, and she let out Schoongezicht and joined us at the guesthouse. My father died in November 1964. Our family didn’t return to Schoongezicht until the early 1970s. Then we lived there until my mother died. Berdine got divorced, and Geraldine bought the guest house. Berdine moved to Hermanus. Connie got divorced and remarried. I can’t remember what happened to her second husband, as I really never knew him, but she also moved back to Hermanus. Geraldine developed a brain tumour, and her husband divorced her, although he did not know at the time that the tumour was the reason for her odd behaviour. He sold the guest house, and she rented a house in Cape Town and ran it as a boarding house. Eventually, she was diagnosed, and once again Granny went to the rescue, accompanied by Berdine, and brought her back home. So, now, Granny had all five daughters back in Hermanus again. Geraldine had her first operation and came back to Schoongezicht to recover, but had to go back for more surgery. Shortly before this Berdine, who had previously had surgery for cancer developed secondaries and moved out of her house and came back to Schoongezicht. Geraldine died after her second surgery and Berdine shortly after that. During all that time, Granny was once again just a mother to the daughters who needed her. Granny remained alone in her own home until near the end of her life when Connie thought it better that she move in with her. Granny told me that she no longer wanted to go on living as everything had become an effort. She refused to get out of bed and stopped eating. One weekend I went to see her. On the Sunday evening, I planned to return to Cape Town, only to find my car wouldn’t start. I couldn’t leave. On Monday the garage came to fetch my car and had to order a new starter motor from Cape Town, so I was further delayed. Fortunately, I worked for a very understanding Doctor. Granny was deteriorating rapidly, and I phoned Joy (who was living in Kenya) and told her to get on the first available flight. She arrived midmorning, driven down from Cape Town by her son, Noel. Granny died that night, 11 September 1985. I was with her to the end, and after it was over, went to tell my aunts and mother that they could call the undertakers. Granny was cremated, and the memorial service was held at the United Church, followed by one of those rather dreary tea affairs with everyone wearing their funeral faces. Then we all went back to Schoongezicht and Joy’s husband, Uncle Leonard, and I decided to brighten things up a bit. We went shopping and lit a huge fire in the fireplace in the lounge. It developed into a wonderful party with everyone getting on and sharing happy memories. I loved my grandmother, and we had a very good relationship. She was full of fun and good company. Her happiest years were at the Marine as she loved people and organising things. She was very fond of her stepchildren and was a good wife and mother and lived a very ordinary life as do most of us. Schoongezicht was only sold after Granny died, as the P.J. Luyt Testamentary Trust owned it and under my grandfather’s will, she had the use of it for her lifetime. The house must have been sold in 1987 as I still have the letter from the Trustee Department for the Distribution Order dated 13 November 1987.