Steve's wife Lynn née Chamney and her Irish/Canadian and England/South Africa heritage
I met my wife-to-be through work.
I was Livestock Manager for Donnington Farms that was located between Norton and Selous and 70 km from Harare (formerly Salisbury). The operation was owned by Keith Kirkman and one lunch time I heard his telephone number ringing on the party line. I answered it because he was out of the country for a few weeks. Lynn Chamney, Feature Writer for the Farmer Magazine had called Keith as she was standing in for the Advertising Manager who was away on holiday. She was looking for Advertisers in a supplement for a national bull sale.
I told Lynn that we would place an advertisement after she said that buyers were coming from Zambia as the border had opened. We had an outstanding young bull that was going to be offered at the sale. She told me that they would assist with the layout of the advert but she needed the text and a photograph.
This was going to be a problem because my old box camera was defunct so I would need to buy a new one. I lived about 70 km out of Salisbury so I knew that it would take some time to buy a camera and get a decent photograph of the bull. I didn't tell her that I didn't have a camera but said that it would take a week to get everything prepared and would bring it in to their offices.
She was pleased to secure this booking because advertising wasn't her usual role.
I bought a second hand Konica camera and a spool of film. I practised with it and took several shots of the bull using different settings so it was really hit and miss. I didn't often go to town during work days but had to go in again to drop the spool to be developed. Luckily the photographs of the black bull were reasonable so I went around to the Farmer Magazine, met Lynn and handed over the text and one photo. We had a short chat while doing this and I returned to the farm.
In June I had just returned from my last Territorial Army call-up as an Instructor at the Medical Training School. While there I had met four British Army Medics that were involved in the transition of the Zimbabwe Army after Independence.
A month later they were involved in a motor vehicle accident outside Bulawayo and one was killed. Another had a dislocated hip so needed somewhere to recover. There had been some animosity between the Rhodesian Army Medical Corps and the British ‘experts’ but I agreed to disagree with them and we got on reasonably well after that. Sgt Mike Jones asked me if he could come and stay on the farm with me.
He was recuperating in my house while I was busy working on the six farms. My birthday was approaching so we decided to go to Salisbury for a dinner. I invited my neighbours, Bruce and Sheila, my sister to accompany Mike, and another girl in Salisbury to join me.
The day before dinner on my birthday, Mike got ill so we had to postpone our dinner. He recovered quickly so I tried to resurrect the dining arrangements. The girl that I had previously invited wasn't free so I needed a quick fix.
The Bull Sale Supplement arrived in the post so I immediately remembered Lynn so thought that I should ask her if she would like to come out for dinner.
I phoned her but she had been disappointed with how the advert looked in the magazine so expected that I was calling to complain. When I told her that I was pleased with it and wondered if she would come out for dinner she was so relieved that she accepted.
On any other occasion, it is very unlikely that she would have accepted such an invitation.
Anyhow, the night went well and the six of us seemed to enjoy ourselves.
On the hour's drive back to the farm, Mike asked me what I thought of Lynn. I told him that I was quite impressed but he chuckled. He said "Don't bother. She is too career orientated."
The year was 1980 and it was July. This was a time of change as the new government had been installed by the British. The Bush War had ended and this brought a huge relief to the farming community.
I must have found a good reason to speak to Lynn again despite Mike's caution because I saw her again before going I went on a holiday to Europe in September to Germany, Austria, France and the UK. 
I was at the Oktoberfest on the night of 26th September 1980 and left Hofbräu-Festzelt after closing time at 10:30 pm. 13 revellers and the perpetrator who placed an explosive device that detonated prematurely in a dustbin at the main entrance were killed at 10:19 pm. All we heard was emergency vehicle sirens for hours while waiting to catch a bus from a side entrance to the camp site where I was staying.
I didn't expect anyone in Zimbabwe to hear about it as we didn't even know what had happened. Lynn got very concerned and rang my parents to find out if they knew anything. They just said that if anything had happened to me then they would have been told. After those few weeks away we started to get quite serious.
I was just an hour's drive out of Harare and Lynn stayed in an apartment with her mother in town. Her brother Terry Chamney was farming between Concession and Mvurwi (formerly Umvukwes) and Lynn and her mother often visited the family farm.
Lynn was told by her brother that unless I could learn to ride a horse I wouldn't be allowed to go out with her. She was smart enough not to tell me but when I visited the farm, I did go out horse riding and was able to canter. Terry's sons loved horse riding and kept asking me to join them. Lynn was concerned that if I bolted through the veld with them and my horse tripped because of an antbear hole I would be seriously injured. She blamed Terry for encouraging them and said they should all lay off as I had learnt to ride so I did find out about the ultimatum.
Terry was very competitive as he had played rugby for the national side but one day when they wanted to have a race to the farm gate and back I knew that I had to win that. We jogged about a kilometre to the gate and when we turned around I just floored it back. I thrashed them all.
We were engaged at a party at my parents' house in Chisipite on 14th June 1981.
I am Australian by descent. Lynn and I flew to Australia for a month in September. Within no time I felt that I could quite easily settle to live over there. Apparently, Lynn told a good friend of hers that when we married she would get Australia out of my system.
Bruce Drysdale told me in Atherton, Queensland, that prospects are not so good for Farm Managers in Australia so that I should get some selling experience when back in Zimbabwe.
I then had to decide if I should stay on the farm or move to Harare.
Lynn's mother was a terminal cancer patient and was given 24 hours home nursing so she couldn't move out to Norton.
Lynn asked if I was interested in taking over another farm that they owned at Concession with 
a limestone mine on it but I thanked her and told her that I just did not feel that there was a secure future for Whites on the land despite the offer.
A friend of Lynn's was a speechwriter for Mugabe. He said the Prime Minister was like a tight rope walker. As he walked, the long pole that he used to balance himself would lean towards appeasing the Blacks; but at other times he had to compensate so leaned the other way and the Whites were reassured. When I heard this observation, it reinforced my assessment of vulnerability under Mugabe. I decided that I needed a career change that would prepare me if or when I would leave Zimbabwe.
The Norton Country Club Annual General Meeting was coming up on one Sunday and I was Treasurer. Office bearers would be appointed for the next year. This forced me to declare my intentions on the day so I resigned before going to the AGM.
I left Donnington Farms at 31st December 1981.
I started as Animal Health Technical Representative with Hoechst Zimbabwe (Pty) Ltd on 1st January 1982.
Mrs Chamney sold the Harare apartment and paid the deposit on a house in Borrowdale and I took out a mortgage. She stayed in a cottage and had a nurse with her on 12 hour shifts.
Lynn continued working at the Farmer Magazine.
We married on 20th March 1982. This is the year in which we both turned 30.
The next day we drove to Rhodes Inyanga Hotel for the night. The next day we checked in for the three day honeymoon at Troutbeck Inn. I had done several hikes for the Duke of Edinburgh and Boys Brigades camps. Lynn used to go there for Christmas often with her family but her father died from a heart attack in July 1973.
I enjoyed getting into the commercial world at Hoechst. The euphoria had 
diminished after the civil war had ended but the economy wasn't picking up with the cessation of the drain from the war and paying a third party to get imports and out because of sanctions. Every six months the allocation of foreign currency to import veterinary medicaments was decreasing. I was supplying trypanosomiasis (sleeping sickness) medicaments on a government tender so was successful in applying for an increase.
Despite the uncertainty in the country around us we decided to start a family. However, having made the decision didn't bring immediate success and Lynn saw George Foote, her gynaecologist.
She had a miscarriage after some initial success and this knocked her badly but she persevered with his program. Her mother was very frail and hoping to see a baby from Lynn but whenever Kay Chamney had a setback, this had a strong impact on Lynn. I wondered if this anxiety was impeding her prospects of conceiving.
I thought that Lynn needed a complete break from Mr Foote's charts. We were invited by another four to join then on a camping trip to the remote Mana Pools in the Zambezi Valley. 
We were keen to go so I suggested to Lynn when she next saw Mr Foote she should ask him if she might benefit from a break. He said that it might be a good idea so we set off to Mana Pools.
Before we got there the truck with all of our belongings burst a front tyre and rolled. Almost everything was destroyed. The owner of the truck remained with his wife to make arrangements for the vehicle but said that the four of us should continue with whatever we could fit into the Ford Laser to use our booking at the campsite until the food ran out or went off as the solar fridge had been destroyed.
We got to Mana Pools campsite at lunch time. While sitting at the bench having lunch an 
elephant wandered past and sniffed the air with its trunk to see what we were eating and silently walked past. There is no fence around the camp site next to the Zambezi River so we were in the middle of the wild life of the National Park. Later in the afternoon an old buffalo bull wandered around between the campers while it seemed to be hoping that it might be safe from lion attack by staying close to humans.
The girl had her single tent but Rob Lazell and I slept on either side of Lynn in our sleeping bags in the open but our heads were next to his car.
After two days our provisions had run out so we prepared to drive back to Harare. On the last night some former Gwebi students that I knew had spent most of the night smoking fish that they had caught from the Zambezi River and saw a pride of lions walking on the road through the camp site and only about twenty metres from where we were sleeping.
Within a short time we back into our old routine again but when Lynn saw George Foote again he said "I don't know how you did it, but you pregnant. Congratulations!"
After the previous miscarriage, Lynn was on progesterone therapy for the next few months. We were blessed with the arrival of our miracle baby in July of the following year. When Lynn was discharged from the nursing home, Terry, her brother looked at Tara, and at us and said "How did you two have such a beautiful daughter?"
Lynn's mother was able to enjoy her first grand-daughter but she passed away in her sleep three months later.
Despite enjoying my work, the frustrations from foreign currency shortages were wearing me down. I immersed myself in industry matters through my Communications role with the Zimbabwe Society for Animal Production and lectured part time at Gwebi College of Agriculture.
Lynn wasn't ready to leave Africa but when I put up my hand for promotion with Hoechst to go to Zambia, she agreed that we could go there as it was just a day's drive from Harare to Lusaka.
She fell pregnant without any intervention and the birth was scheduled to take place in Harare. It was very quick but Lynn was diagnosed with hepatitis so Tara couldn't see her a for several days.
I submitted completed forms at the Australian Embassy for Christie but the rules for descendants had changed since Tara was born. The Australians would not register her birth.
I submitted forms with Zimbabwe authorities. Lynn and I had never rescinded our Rhodesian/Zimbabwe citizenship but she was Irish by descent and I was Australian by descent; but both were Rhodesian/Zimbabwe born. After a thorough interview I was told that I could submit the application for Christie to obtain a Zimbabwe passport and that she could decide when she turns 18.
I joined the long queue to submit the application. I was almost at the desk where I would hand it over when someone summoned me. I was called back to the office. I was told very curtly that because I lived in Lusaka, I should apply for a Zambian passport for my daughter.
After the second rejection, I had to explore the Irish possibility. There wasn't an Irish embassy 
in Harare so I phoned the one in Lusaka. I couldn't believe my luck. All I had to do as father was to sign my authority that my daughter could be added to my wife's Irish Passport. I had to fly to Lusaka in a few days for a Hoechst meeting so I took Lynn's passport with me, signed my authority there and walked out with Christie's name in Lynn's passport. I flew back to Harare the next day.
Lynn and Christie were discharged a week after the birth and soon after that the four of us drove back to Lusaka. The pregnancy and birth had been straight forward but the nightmare lasted a few days while Lynn was undiagnosed with a mystery illness and my daughter was born stateless.
I was learning that you have to anticipate the unexpected when living in Africa. Despite that, I was outwitted when I least expected it.
Hilary Chamney
Hilary Chamney was Lynn's father. He was born on 11th September 1907 to Irish parents Edward Ralph Chamney and Margaret Ethel née Martin in Binscarth, Russell, Manitoba, Winnepeg, Canada. His father was an Anglican Minister.
Hilary married Kate Ellen Hearne on 9th November 1944 in Krugersdorp, Transvaal and known as “Kay”. She had been born on 6th July 1909 to Harry Hearne, Blacksmith of Anderson Street, Turffontein, Johannesburg who was born on 27th April 1870 in The Town, Hayes, Uxbridge, Middlesex. Harry Hearne married Sophia Alice Judd in Germiston at St Mary’s, Johannesburg on 5th September 1903.
Hilary initially worked at Forrester Estate but he opened up Nyandirwi Farm in the Umvukwes/Concession area. Initially he stayed with a horse in a shelter but after it burnt down he had to move into the pigsty but his shoes were eaten. After some hardships he had opened up the farm for tobacco and maize cultivation.
On one occasion, he and a friend, Tommy Tucker had been called to shoot a leopard that was killing livestock in the neighbourhood. When the leopard was sighted, Hilary shot at it and it leapt out of the tree. Everyone fled but when they returned because Hilary hadn’t joined them, he was wrestling with the leopard that was in its death throws. He was trying to strangle it but it had slashed his forehead with its claws so he had to lift his head to see through the flaps of skin. The leopard had tried to eviscerate him but his gun belt had covered his abdomen. The leopard was almost dead when Tommy shot it. Hilary was bleeding profusely so was taken to Bindura for medical attention. This was before antibiotics so his wounds were cauterised and the stocky young man pulled through after a few precarious days.
It was years later when Hilary and Kay were climbing a kopje (rocky hill) that he froze. He got the scent of a leopard and the shock of the previous episode absolutely floored him. He had turned snowy white after the fight with the leopard.
After suffering from a heart attack, Hilary was told to take it easy. He phoned an order through to Philips Cellars and his wife was mortified to see his friends sitting around his bed at St Anne's with a nurse strumming a guitar. To reduce stress, he employed a chauffeur.
In 1973 Hilary had flown down to Durban on the Natal Coast and had been to 2200m Durban July horse race and had watched Rhodesia play Natal in Currie Cup rugby. There was headwind as he put his head down to get to the plane on the tarmac with his bags full from the Duty free. He stumbled and dropped to the ground and died from a heart attack.
Terry, his 24 year old son and Lynn’s older brother was on the farm and took over running it. For a while Terry trained as a Hooker with the Rhodesian rugby team. He was on the bench against the All Blacks and was so inspired by the game that they played. It wasn’t safe to drive back from practice a week at night during the Rhodesian Bush War so he packed up representative rugby before he was ever established as a player.
Initially he had joined Artillery while doing his National service with the army but after the conflict moved close to home he transferred to join a local Police Reserve stick of four. They used their own horses and Terry carried the MAG machine gun. One night Terry was pinned down in a contact at the far end of his farm but he reckoned that he put through such a barrage of fire through his MAG that it nearly glowed red but they held their ground. At that time at home his young son Craig was having a nightmare and told his mother that his Dad was in trouble.
His mother alternated between staying on the farm and an apartment in Salisbury that her sister Elsie stayed with Lynn. It was at this stage that I had met Lynn when I was working as a farmer at Norton so drove through some Saturday nights and returned early to be at Donnington Farms before dawn on Monday mornings.
Elsie Hearne had married widower Jacobus Benjamin Hugo known as “Ben” in Krugersdorp, Transvaal on 1st July 1954. Elsie had been his Secretary in a law firm and Ben was President of the Transvaal Law Association at that time but he predeceased her.
Terry sold the family farm when Lynn and I were living in Salisbury and bought a house in Chisipite. He had played rugby with Rob Mundle and Terry joined him and learnt the tobacco trade as a buyer. He worked his way up and ran tobacco businesses before he succumbed to cancer.