Port Elizabeth of Yore: Military Record of John Gilfillan Bunton in WW2

Just over a century ago, the name Bunton was well known in Port Elizabeth as John’s father and grandfather in their day were both owners of the Grand Hotel in Belmont Terrace. When John’s father, Henry, changed careers in 1927 and went farming in the Selbourne district near Kirkwood, the name Bunton would never again resonate with the residents of Port Elizabeth.

John would attest to serve in the artillery. Later his younger brother, Peter, would join him in the same unit. It was during the opening stages of the battle of El Alamein on the 13th July 1942 that John would be mortally wounded, and Peter, who served in the same unit, would see his brother for the last time as he was stretchered away never to be seen again by him.

Such is the madness and futility of war.

Main picture: John Bunton in North Africa

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Port Elizabeth of Yore: Military Record & Life of Henry Bunton

Henry Arthur Bunton was the son of Walter Bunton and Marie Louise Pfeiffer. Their son, Henry Arthur Bunton, was born in July 1883 making him only 17 years old when the Anglo Boer War erupted in October 1899 yet at the age of 19 he joined Gorringe’s Flying Column.  This force was raised by Lt Col G F Gorringe in 1901 and served in Cape Colony against numerous Boer Commandos.

In 1916 Henry would again participate in a war but this time it would be during WW1 fighting not in the trenches in France but would serve in the South African Heavy Artillery Regiment.

Main picture: Henry aka Harry Bunton with his wife Grace on honeymoon

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Port Elizabeth of Yore: Visit by John Campbell in 1862

Recollections of the town by visitors especially in its early days, provides an indelible record of how they viewed the town but more importantly, how it operated. Some of the descriptors relate to the residents’ industriousness and the consequential hustle and bustle whereas others refer to the stark bareness of the hill especially prior to the planting of trees.

These recollections of John Campbell, a surveyor, and passenger aboard the Eastern Province who visited the town from the 25th February 1862 to the 17th March 1862, adds a fresh layer of depth to the understanding of this bustling town.

Main picture: The first breakwater around 1866

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Dating the Oldest Photograph of Port Elizabeth

Having unexpectantly and unwanted achieved old age, dating is not a pursuit that features greatly in my life. I prefer more leisurely diversions such as the subject of this blog – dating the oldest photograph (not something that I ever thought I would aspire to). I am also an armchair historian of popular topics and do not submerge myself in the dusty bowels of archives. My tools are limited to my inquisitive mind and interpretive skills and reviewing easily accessible books not to mention leaning on my older brother, Dean, for backup as younger siblings tend to do.

[Disclaimer: I must make absolutely clear that it is with no sense of superiority do I dismiss some of the dates given by Redgrave, Lorimer and Harradine. It is rather a case that I stand on the shoulders of giants, particularly in the case of the latter. Also in the days that their books were written, they did not have sophisticated word processors and the ability to print drafts at their desks or perform computer searches.]


What triggered this blog was rereading my brother’s blog (ref 1) on the earliest photograph and photographers. In it he presents an early morning photograph looking over Market Square and down Main Street, probably referred to as High Street in those days, and he states that it is the oldest photograph (below) and taken in c1858.

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Port Elizabeth of Yore: Willows – An Alternative View

For me Willows is a special place as it has all my holiday memories wrapped up in it. The only holiday that the McCleland family took was to spend the Easter holiday at Willows. My brain is crammed full with happy almost long forgotten recollections which include activities such as catching mullets in the pool and building huge dams around the water from the spring running through the shower. Amongst my pack of memories there is only one negative experience. This happened one hot weekend when my canoe capsized and I was trapped in it, fortunately only momentarily.

Main picture: Willows in the 1950s

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A SMAC in the Face #75: Odius Maximus

Upfront I must make a disclaimer – personally I am slightly to the left of centre if such a thing as a linear left-right continuum adequately describes one’s worldview.  In the US political system, I get where the Republicans (not the Maggots and their ilk) are coming from and understand where the Democrats are trying to get to and don’t want to really take sides in a country I’m not part of.  So, this SMAC is not about politics, but just about one man – Trump. 

Why should you or I care about it?  Like it or not, America is the dominant force in the world and perhaps it should change to something more equitable.  But what we don’t need is chaos in geopolitics and that’s just what Trump represents because Trump is not worried about what’s good or right for mankind, but what’s good for Trump.  Unfortunately, it is also well known from his previous presidency that listening to briefings from his cabinet, particularly the all-important security briefings, are not his strong suit.  In fact, the only briefings he listens to are those broadcast by Fox News – his personal vanity mirror.

This is SMAC’s look at the man as the critical US presidential election approaches.   It’s time to be afraid, very afraid. 

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