Beyond Midnight - Under The Hull Tree aka Under the Hav Tree

Summary

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Podcast Summary: Harold's Old Time Radio

Episode: Beyond Midnight — Under the Hau Tree (aka Under the Hav Tree)
Date: March 13, 2026
Host: Harold’s Old Time Radio

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Episode Overview

This episode features a classic South African radio drama from the "Beyond Midnight" series, titled "Under the Hau Tree" (also known as "Under the Hav Tree"). Set in a Hawaiian hotel shaded by an ancient tree, the story weaves a tale of memory, loss, and lingering love, sliding gradually from the mundane into the mysterious. The drama is introduced as "something quite unbelievable" that, though lacking final proof, feels hauntingly real. The episode explores themes of time, nostalgia, the persistence of love after tragedy, and an encounter with the past that verges on the supernatural.

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Key Discussion Points & Plot Breakdown

1. The Unsettling Photograph (00:51–04:12)

• Setting: Late afternoon in Hawaii, under the Hau Tree. A woman strings scarlet seeds for a necklace while a man flips through old photographic prints.
• Inciting Event: The man discovers a photo that shocks him. His reaction: amazement → fear → disbelief.
  • Quote:
    • "Where did you get this one?" — Storyteller (01:50)
• Mystery Introduced: The man questions the woman about the photo's origins, but she insists she took it, leading to unease — how could she have taken a photo of people he seems to recognize in an impossible way?

2. Searching for Identity (04:12–10:27)

• The Quest: Both characters embark on a quest around the hotel to identify the mysterious couple in the photograph.
• The Hotel Register: Staff and guests cannot recall or find the couple’s names or details, despite seeing them only three weeks prior.
  • Quote:
    • "You can't any of you remember their names nor which room they stayed in? ...You can't find anything about them in the book. They only been gone three weeks." — Storyteller (09:23)
• Additional Details: The woman in the photo wore old-fashioned clothing and had a white scar on her neck, heightening the mystery.

3. The Character of the Couple (11:31–14:44)

• Uncanny Details: The couple is "queer" — out of step with time and fashion, as if "being asleep for twenty years."
  • Clothing matches what the narrator’s aunt wore twenty years ago.
  • Her manner: always waiting, sweet, worried about spots on her travel dress.
• Emotional Atmosphere: The sense of nostalgia and waiting permeates — "She always had this look. As if sort of expression of waiting." (13:36)

4. The Story Behind The Photograph (18:03–25:56)

• Revelation: The man gradually reveals that the couple in the photograph were his relatives, Uncle Johannes and his beloved Jenny, from South Africa.
  • Backstory:
    • Lifelong love.
    • Years of saving for their dream honeymoon trip around the world.
    • Jenny was almost 35 when their journey finally began.
• Tragic Turn: Shortly after their wedding and as they began their journey, they were in a train accident. Jenny was mortally wounded, and Johannes died soon after, both expressing longing and regret over unfulfilled dreams.
  • Memorable Quote:
    • "She was trying to wipe the spots from the shoulder of her traveling frock with her handkerchief. Weak, ineffectual... Such poor, useless little movements." — Storyteller (24:00)
    • "And when the little movement stopped, he looked up at me... he said, 'It isn't the end. I've got to begin all over again somewhere, somehow.'" — Storyteller (25:19)

5. The Haunting Conclusion (25:56–26:54)

• The Story’s Implication: The narrator suggests that the couple’s spirits, bound by their unfulfilled plans, may have completed their round-the-world trip — perhaps still visiting hotels, appearing in photographs, and reenacting their dream.
  • Quote:
    • "I'm going to take Jenny around the world yet... I have Grandfather's watch here, you see. And in the back is the photograph taken on the way to the station on their wedding day." — Storyteller (25:57)
• Atmosphere: Bittersweet — a mix of love, loss, and a gentle haunting.

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Notable Quotes & Moments

• Photograph Discovery and Astonishment:
  • "Where did you get this one?" — Storyteller (01:50)
  • "You couldn't have. Well, I did." — Character in Story (03:58)
• Uncanny Nostalgia:
  • "They were sort of mips and wrinkles. That's the only way I can describe them. As you say, being asleep for 20 years." — Character in Story (11:57)
• Tragedy Remembered:
  • "I found my Uncle Johannes and his Jenny. Uncle Johannes was propped up against a big rock. Jenny was half leaning, half lying against him. There were three red gashes across her throat." — Storyteller (24:00)
  • "He said, 'It isn't the end. I've got to begin all over again somewhere, somehow.'" — Storyteller (25:19)
• Bittersweet Closure:
  • "I'm going to take Jenny around the world yet... I have Grandfather's watch here, you see. And in the back is the photograph..." — Storyteller (25:57)
  • "Let's go in. Let's go where the lights are." — Character in Story (26:54)

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Important Timestamps

• 00:51 — Drama opens: Introduction and mystery of the photograph
• 04:12–10:27 — Search for the couple’s identity; hotel staff interview
• 11:31–14:44 — Character description and eerie details
• 18:03–21:56 — The couple's backstory: love and preparations
• 24:00–25:19 — Description of the fatal accident and tragic last words
• 25:57–26:54 — Haunting resolution: the narrator reveals the photo’s true origin

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Tone & Atmosphere

• Evocative, melancholic, slightly surreal
• Language and narration are gently formal, poetic at times, reminiscent of Victorian and Edwardian storytelling

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Summary Takeaway

“Under the Hau Tree” is an elegantly told ghost story about enduring love and the ache of dreams left unfulfilled. Through a mysterious photograph, the episode blurs the lines of time, memory, and the possibility that love can echo beyond death, allowing the listeners to glimpse something of the unexplainable tenderness that lingers beneath losses long past.

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Transcript

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[Narrator]

The woman was stringing Scarlet Willy Willy seeds into a barbaric necklace. The man was idly looking through a basket of unmounted photographic prints. The drooping branches of the hutry shut out the glare of the late afternoon sun, and the fluttering leaves were backgrounded by a purple blue horizon from which long lines of white surf came rolling in, curling nearer and nearer until they washed softly up the sand to the line of rock. The man continued to toss the prince over idly. Suddenly he stopped and bent forward. He bent forward over one of them. His expression was at first one of amazement. This changed into fear, and then disbelief illumined his face as he turned to the woman.

[Storyteller]

Where did you get this one?

[Narrator]

This is a true story. I shall not name the person who recounted it to me. I have no proof of its authenticity. I merely offer it to you as something quite unbelievable. And yet it happened. Hawaii under the Hau Tree.

[Storyteller]

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[Storyteller]

Where?

[Character in Story]

Where? Yes, I took it. No, I mean this one. Certainly I took it. Photographed it. You couldn't have. Well, I did.

[Storyteller]

When did you take it?

[Character in Story]

What on earth's the matter with you? If I said when, when? About three weeks ago. The morning they went away and the

[Narrator]

woman tied the thread of the necklace and then wrapped the the long line of red round and round her white throat like three scarlet gashes.

[Storyteller]

Here they were here, these people.

[Character in Story]

See, they posed under that coconut tree over there, the one with a big vine Hanging down.

[Narrator]

And the man turned and gazed at the tree and at the great leaves of the swinging and swaying vine. And his finger touched the picture where the same giant spray swayed over the heads of the two peoples.

[Character in Story]

What was their name? Odds. Why? I mean, I suppose I knew their name. I was just going to say. Didn't come. I've forgotten. I shall think of it a moment. Wait. This was. Let me see. Began with an A. No. Yes, I think it did begin with an A. Oh, well, I can't remember it now. I'll tell you when it comes to me. No, Harry isn't. Yes, there is. I want to know the name. Then you'll have to go up to the office and ask. I can't remember. What in the world. So excited about them anyway. I'm not accustomed to sharing attention with anyone, and certainly not with a photograph.

[Narrator]

And the man got up and started across the lawn under the banyan tree towards the hotel entrance. The woman looked after him and then at the basket. Then she too rose, picked up the

[Storyteller]

photograph and followed the man.

[Character in Story]

But this is stupid.

[Storyteller]

You must remember them.

[Character in Story]

They stayed here.

[Storyteller]

I've just seen a photograph of them.

[Character in Story]

Well, there are so many coming and going all the time. Yes, but. Ah, wait here. Have you.

[Storyteller]

Have you got the photograph?

[Character in Story]

What was the name?

[Storyteller]

Here, you see them Photograph down there under the ha. Tree. Who are they?

[Character in Story]

Oh, why, that was Mr. And Mrs. Mr. And Mrs. Wait here. It's in the register. They came here about. Let me see, by the middle of March. Let me.

[Storyteller]

But can't. Can't you find them?

[Character in Story]

I can't understand why you're so anxious. Think my necklace is pretty? Willy. Willy. See, that's queer. I can't find the name. I know it if I saw it. I wonder what book they came on. They came from the Orient.

[Storyteller]

What?

[Character in Story]

Yes, they came on me. March. March. They must have come on the Korea. Here they are, the Korea people. Foster, Martin, Kudahi, Abercrombie. What's his name? And they got the writing. Turtleot. No, those weren't the ones. I remember the Turtleot. Ah, wait. Mr. Westrun. What? Could you help us, sir? Some people here.

[Narrator]

Hello.

[Storyteller]

Enjoying your stay? Who were these? Their name, do you remember? Oh, I want to know their name. You see, nobody. Oh, yeah, yeah, I remember.

[Narrator]

Yes.

[Storyteller]

What was their name? Not forgotten. Still, just look it up in the book, miss.

[Character in Story]

Oh, we can't find it, Mr. Westrin. It doesn't seem to be here.

[Storyteller]

Well, it must be. What room do they have?

[Character in Story]

I think second floor. No, third. 312 perhaps. I don't know. Well, somebody, I think I remember the third floor though.

[Storyteller]

But I remember them. Give me the book, miss. Thank you.

[Character in Story]

The career. They must have come on the career. There, those are the people. Thief, Foster, Martin, the whole hotel.

[Storyteller]

What about the waitress?

[Character in Story]

Tell me why it's so important. Is it important?

[Storyteller]

Yes, vitally important. I know their name as well as I know my own too. They came by way of the Ari. And we're here for three or four weeks.

[Character in Story]

Why?

[Storyteller]

They only went away a short time ago. Isn't it strange?

[Character in Story]

I can't think of their name.

[Storyteller]

The woman had a white scar on her neck. Clear old fashioned thing she was. Pardon? What about her?

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[Storyteller]

Oh, kind of old fashioned. Funny, you know, she was sweet, pretty. Well, I mean, we must have passed that name half a dozen times here. I thought I'd recognize it at a glance. You can't any of you remember their names nor which room they stayed in? You can't find anything about them in the book. They only been gone three weeks.

[Character in Story]

Well, I can't remember either. And I haven't nearly as much to think of as they have. Not me. They.

[Storyteller]

Well, I must be kitchen's. I'll let you know the moment I remember it. The name, if I do.

[Character in Story]

Oh, oh, oh, Mrs. Duchordne. Excuse me, Mrs. Duchordny,

[Storyteller]

This is.

[Character in Story]

Never mind. Let's go back to the haw tree.

[Storyteller]

Tell me about those people.

[Character in Story]

There isn't much to tell.

[Storyteller]

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[Character in Story]

I came from the Orient.

[Narrator]

The woman's fingers were playing with the scarlet seeds. The man was leaning far back in the low chair. He stared away beyond the purple blue horizon. He shielded his eyes from the sun.

[Character in Story]

They were queer People?

[Storyteller]

In what way were they queer?

[Character in Story]

They were sort of mips and wrinkles. That's the only way I can describe them. As you say, being asleep for 20 years.

[Storyteller]

20 years?

[Character in Story]

Yes, 20 years. I know because their clothes were exactly like my aunt's wedding clothes. This is 1924. My aunt was married just 20 years ago and kept her whole true surfer sentiment sack. She let us take some dresses once for a fancy dress border. They were exactly like this woman's clothes. Same sleeves. Shirt in two places with a wide lace ruffle at the elbow. Skirts gathered all the way around the waist, sort of borrower jacket effects little ruffy things. Her hair too.

[Storyteller]

Her hair?

[Character in Story]

Same little smooth waves. Like aunties. Like auntie pictures.

[Storyteller]

What else?

[Character in Story]

Her face was small and sweet. You can see in the photograph.

[Storyteller]

Yes, I can see.

[Character in Story]

Rusty little voice. I remember. Oh, yes, she. She had some spots on the shoulder of the dress or suit she was traveling in. Grey, it was. And you can see them. Spots in the picture. Carnation doesn't quite cover them. She wouldn't send it to the cleaners in case it got spoiled. She wanted to wait until she got home. Said her grandmother had a recipe for a cleaning fluid or something. She was so worried about those silly spots. She kept dabbing at them with her handkerchief as if she could rub them off.

[Storyteller]

Go on. All you can remember.

[Character in Story]

Well, she wasn't young. 34, 35. Her face was so sweet and happy and yet. Yes? She always had this look. As if sort of expression of waiting. Yes, that's it. What's the matter? What is it?

[Storyteller]

Oh, I don't think I can explain it.

[Character in Story]

It's impossible. What is? Look, I wish.

[Narrator]

The man's knuckles were gripping the chair until they showed white. He was staring out to sea with the same worried, unbelieving look as before. Suddenly the woman was very disturbed. She glanced at the photograph. It was just an ordinary photograph. The people in it were ordinary enough. Or were.

[Character in Story]

Sam,

[Storyteller]

I feel like a new man. It's a lovely day today.

[Character in Story]

I thought you had flu.

[Storyteller]

I took a Grandpa headache powder and I world better.

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[Character in Story]

Ah, Grandpa.

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[Narrator]

Four or five very small toys Hawaiian children had gathered on the shoreward end of the pier where with much giggling and splashing they discarded their lucas and overalls and were paddling joyously in the clear water, carefully out of range of the hotel office. The man and the woman sat as before under the how tree.

[Character in Story]

She seemed to be waiting. But what for here you talk to her often.

[Narrator]

What did she talk about?

[Character in Story]

I don't know. She was the sort of woman who never says anything to be remembered. We just talked.

[Storyteller]

And the man?

[Character in Story]

Same Pierrot, 20 years back. He had a sort of drooping moustache and wore his hair brushed up like uncles. When he was married his trousers were too short and too tight. Toes of his shoes were thin and ties he wore around his neck. They were funny. She was most interesting though, if either of them could be called interesting. This waiting thing about her. As if it had got to be a habit, you know. She was always ready to talk. She was quiet and quite quaint. Quiet quite quaint. Like the beginning of a Victorian poem or something. Sometimes you get a bit embarrassed when you talk to her. Her little hands used to go up to her necklace. It was made of coral. Her hands were very thin, white. She said the necklace belonged to her grandmother. Was very old.

[Narrator]

Did they tell you where they came from?

[Character in Story]

Yes, I told you from the audience. They'd been round the world.

[Storyteller]

I mean, what was their home? Where was it they were from?

[Character in Story]

South Africa.

[Storyteller]

Where?

[Character in Story]

Somewhere Windburg or somewhere. I don't know, I can't remember.

[Narrator]

And after that they were quiet for a very long time. The woman sat waiting to be told something remarkable. She knew that she would be told something remarkable. But she felt she had to wait for the man to choose his time. Finally the woman spoke. Well,

[Storyteller]

they lived in my town, Brunford, not Winburg. He was my uncle, my mother's brother. His father kept a small bookshop. Books, pictures, things, you know. He'd fought in the war, the cafe wars too, way back. The family was all English originally, but they reckoned they couldn't given up on the old country and were more for the union than anybody. My uncle's father had many a fist fight with the bush to prove he was truly integrated. He always lost, apparently. They never went back to England to live. My uncle took charge of the store when his father died. He was 16 then. His mother died two years after. He was the only one of the family left. He'd always intended to marry Jenny. She was his sweetheart when they were babies, before he was 8 years old. When he was 8, his uncle came back from around the world. And the boy sat on the old stiff haircloth sofa covered in animal skins and listened. He was fascinated by all the tales he heard of the other countries. India, Ceylon, Australia and the Far East. His uncle took him on his knee and asked him what he was going

[Narrator]

to do when he got to be a man.

[Storyteller]

Marry Jenny and go round the world on our wedding trip.

[Character in Story]

He said he was your uncle, the man in the photograph.

[Storyteller]

And that was his one ambition. From then on, he and Jenny discussed their trip. Discussed it and discussed it day in and day out. They knew they were going when Johannes was grown up. Johannes, you see, all the children were given names like that. Although the family remained essentially English. They sort of pushed Englishness away. No one even called him Joey. He was too earnest. He was always my uncle Johannes. And when the shop was completely his, he began putting away every possible penny towards the tour. He and Jenny had made up their minds. No matter how long they had to wait, they wouldn't marry until they'd saved

[Narrator]

enough money for the journey.

[Storyteller]

Jenny was a MacDonald. They went out to Africa, the family did, in the middle of the last century. And there were MacDonalds of Scottish ancestry who couldn't say a word of English, spoke Afrikaans all the time, knew no other language.

[Character in Story]

So they saved for the trip, did they?

[Storyteller]

It was very slow, the saving in a little town like Brantford.

[Narrator]

But they never faltered. Jenny did.

[Storyteller]

Hand painted china which sold in the shop at Christmas time. She taught classes at school, painting classes. Little watercolors. Green woolly trees and white woolly clouds. Little gray woolly rocks. Wooden sheep and cattle and Noah's Ark. Sort of people. I've got some of them back home. And then and between times they studied maps and made up itinerary. Read history and travel so they'd be ready to get the most out of their trip. There were years and years of this. Good years when quite a lot was added to the little hoard in the bank. Bad years when there were droughts and fires and new roofs to be put on. Then the savings were drawn upon. Jenny was 30 before she began making her trousseau. They thought it would be only about

[Narrator]

another two years then.

[Storyteller]

I used to go Sit with her and watch her work. I used to see how she made her little drawings on china. And I used to watch her sewing addresses. She wear them all herself. She gathered the sleeves in little lines of gathers with puffs between and gathered in the skirts all round and the little ruffles for the trimmings on the shoulders.

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[Storyteller]

Well, it wasn't just two years, it was five. Uncle Johannes was sick for three months and he had to hire a clerk and pay doctor's bills. It was five years. I helped Jenny pick out the grey material for her traveling dress. I was 14 then, I'm 34 now and she and Uncle Johannes were my dearest friends.

[Character in Story]

Wait a minute. You were 14 and.

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[Storyteller]

I'll tell you. I'd spend hours with them over the maps and the railway guides and things the steamship schedules, everything. All the neighbors helped. The de Bruynes and the worsthazens and the McDonald's. It was going to be a wonderful journey. She was going to have a wedding dress and a traveling dress in one. It was marvelous.

[Character in Story]

And they went there.

[Storyteller]

They were married. One morning in May Uncle Johannes gave me grandfather's watch. That morning I said goodbye to them at the church door. I didn't dare go to the station with them. I ran home and hid amongst the mealies for hours. Long, long after I heard the train whistle for the crossing. Then after a long while I heard a horse come galloping along. It was coming fast.

[Narrator]

The man straightened in his chair. On his face there was a far away sad expression as if remembering great disasters to loved ones. The sun was setting out by the point of the Wynnie Range and the water turned to orange and crimson and there were orange and crimson flecks in the clear sky above the gray black streak of the horizon and on the woman's white dress and in her eyes as she bent forward to listen to what the man was saying.

[Storyteller]

The man who rode the horse was in a very bad condition. He'd had a fright.

[Character in Story]

You are a stranger. Why open your eyes?

[Storyteller]

With eight rubber I ran to the station and flung myself aboard just as the breakdown train pulled out. There was no time to stop to put me off. There'd been a collision with a freight train. The carriages had all burned except one. The passenger cab and that had been wrecked. Those had been taken out, were lying on the grass by the side of the track. I found my Uncle Johannes and his Jenny. Uncle Johannes was propped up against a big rock. Jenny was half leaning, half lying against him. There were three red gashes across her throat. And she was trying to wipe the spots from the shoulder of her traveling fox with her handkerchief. Weak, ineffectual, artificial little movements. There was no expression at all in her eyes. She made only a few little movements after I came. Such poor, useless little movements.

[Character in Story]

And then it was all over. You mean she died?

[Storyteller]

Yes, she died then

[Character in Story]

as a man.

[Storyteller]

Uncle Johannes was leaning back against the rock and breathing only once in a great while, looking at her. And when the little movement stopped, he looked up at me. He hadn't looked at me before, but he knew I was there. He spoke only once before he died. And he said, it isn't the end. I've got to begin all over again somewhere, somehow.

[Narrator]

But I'm.

[Storyteller]

I'm going to take Jenny round the world yet I'm going to take Jenny around the world. I have Grandfather's watch here, you see. And in the back is the photograph taken on the way to the station on their wedding day. The photographer turned it over to me. It's them, isn't it? The two who stayed here.

[Commercial Announcer]

Yes, it's them.

[Storyteller]

I'm going to take Jenny around the world.

[Character in Story]

Let's go in. Let's go where the lights are.

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[Storyteller]

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