Morning Mirror Edition 255 - 12/9/2007




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WE HAVE SAVED OUR COELACANTH !




WE HAVE SAVED OUR COELACANTH ! BY LARA KNIGHT

My four year old daughter Sarah calls it, 'The Coelacanthus' more commonly known as The Coelacanth. One year ago this June, I met Mr John Minshull and heard the amazing story of how he was involved with Bulawayo acquiring its very own Coelacanth. This posed the question, 'Where is the Coelacanth now ?' No-one seemed to know so I decided to investigate. This did not require much. My first stop: the Museum. I asked the lady at Reception if I could see the Coelacanth. Mr Trevor Dube extended his hand in welcome; as the Ichthyologist at the Museum he is in charge of our National Fish Collection. Down into the basement we went, passing shelves filled with jars of fish specimens. Behind the blue drums of Isopropyl, in a very sad state lay the Coelacanth. For the last fifteen years or more the Coelacanth has been languishing in a tank that barely fits its 125cm length. With the tank itself leaking and breaking down, disaster appeared imminent. Not a very good end for such a glorious and rare find. The original tank had been broken in the early eighties, and to refill the new tank with a tonne of Isopropyl Alcohol was an expense the Museum could ill afford. Not a problem I say, I will raise funds to get the Coelacanth on display. I can confirm that in this instance ignorance is total bliss! Reactions varied, 'It's a fish? It's in the basement, poor thing' 'No, it's not alive, it's dead' 'You want to raise money for a dead fish?'

A few adverts in the Morning Mirror resulted in my very first donation of $1million dollars, however, soon after we dropped three zeros from our currency. Mrs Margaret Kriel telephoned me and her first words were, 'What's the deal with the fish?' Intrigued Mrs Kriel brought along the powers that be to see the Coelacanth at the Museum. Mr Rick Kriel after moments of suspense, through Acol Chemical (Private) Limited, very kindly and graciously donated all of the Isopropyl Alcohol required. This was a huge leap forward followed by Joe Di Palma, of Wood Industries (Private) Limited, reinforcing with steel and enhancing the new tank into looking like a work of art. Mr Rob Stirling of C H Naake (Private) Limited, very kindly gave of his time in making sure the glass was adequately reinforced and able to hold the contents as well as securing the tank with a glass lid. My heartfelt thanks goes to these individuals without whom none of this would have been possible.

On the 3 August 2007 Mr John Minshull was transported back in time as he diluted the alcohol with water in preparation for the Coelacanth to be moved upstairs into its new home. It took three men to lift the Coelacanth out of the old tank in the basement and carry it up the stairs to the new tank. Mr Dube and Mr Minshull lovingly lowered the precious specimen onto the stand and continued filling the tank with alcohol. Out of the darkness and into the light, our beautiful Coelacanth is sitting very proudly in its new home. Currently we are working on the signage, and the project will be complete. It has been a long journey, but as far as history goes the journey of this specimen has only just begun.

Thank you to Barry, my husband, all the ladies at Book Club, to Sue and Jonathan Rowland for their unwavering support, Trevor Dube, Jenny Duff, Sandy Biddlecombe, Leanne Evans, Violet Phiri, Steve Daly, and last but not least, Tony Turner and Tracy Burns. Thank you.

THANK YOU LARA FROM THE BULAWAYO COMMUNITY AND FROM SCIENCE ITSELF --- WELL DONE ON YOUR TENACITY AND PERSEVERANCE AND GOD BLESS YOU FOR CARING !!!


CONDOLENCES



WE OFFER SINCERE SYMPATHY TO THE FAMILY OF RIA CHRISTIAN

SOPHIE MITCHELL

A couple of weeks ago I saw that a Richard Brown had passed away and have been trying to find out ever since whether it was the Richard Brown that was married to Alison Le Roux and that was manager of David Whitehead Byo quite a while ago. Would you happen to know if it's the same person?

Regards
Enid Givney
givneys@optusnet. com.au


TIDBITS




Time is like a river. You cannot touch the same water twice, because the flow that has passed will never pass again.

Enjoy every moment of life.


It was the night Jesus came
and all through the house,
not a person was praying,
not one in the house ..

The Bible was left
on the shelf without care,
for no one thought
Jesus would come there ..

The children were dressing
to crawl into bed,
not once ever kneeling
or bowing their head..

And Mom in the rocking chair
with babe on her lap,
was watching the Late Show
as I took a nap .

When out of the east
there rose such a clatter,
I sprang to my feet
to see what was the matter ...

Away to the window
I flew like a flash,
tore open the shutters
and lifted the sash .

When what to my wondering
eyes should appear,
but Angels proclaiming
that Jesus was here ....

The light of His face
made me cover my head...
was Jesus returning
just like He'd said ...

And though I possessed
worldly wisdom and wealth,
I cried when I saw Him
in spite of myself ...

In the Book of Life
which he held in his hand,
was written the name
of every saved man ...

He spoke not a word
as he searched for my name,
when He said "it's not here"
My head hung in shame ...

The people whose names
had been written with love,
He gathered to take
to his Father above ...

With those who were ready
He rose without sound,
while all of the others
were left standing around ...

I fell to my knees
but it was too late,
I'd waited too long
and thus sealed my fate ...

I stood and I cried
as they rose out of sight,
Oh, if only I'd known
that this was the night ....

In the words of this poem
the meaning is clear
the coming of Jesus
is now drawing near ...

There's only one life
and when comes the last call,
We'll find out that the Bible
was true after all.

B - Basic
I - Instruction
B - Before
L - Leaving
E - Earth




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