http://caversham.otago.ac.nz/resource/oral/Caversham_NUDIST/milk.txt
Caverham project -
Um, my mother had a wee cow farm on Carlton Hill. I left her, left school, I [050 inaudible] school, I was first into school every morning, ah, the last in, the first out. We delivered MILK on the way to school you see and um, one day, I was in Standard 2, Miss Botting, she kept me in for something. I don't know yet what it was for. A lovely person she was. [055 inaudible] I might have been her pet, I don't know but, um, it wasn't the strap. As I hit home, my mum's wee cow farm, we had paddocks all round the place, Valley Road, Caversham and [058 inaudible] and my assignment was to look after the farm, seeing dad worked out of town, it was worse than the strap to me, yeah.
Well, one of the things that perhaps I do remember that - now when I was a small child there - a Chinaman used to come around with a rod across his shoulder, carrying two baskets, one to each hand, cat - carrying vegetables and some of the boys used to run after him and grab a handful of green peas. Now of course people buy them frozen and a man used to come around with a trap and he sold skimmed MILK.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Cambridge Museum - New Zealand
http://home.xtra.co.nz/hosts/Cambridge_Museum/home.htm
The focus of the Cambridge Museum is to collect and conserve, preserve and publish, research and record, display and disseminate the heritage and development of Cambridge, its people and surrounding districts. Our policy is to collect Cambridge related archives, artefacts and photographs, donations of which are always welcome.
Our willing and enthusiastic volunteers work with our two paid staff, to build a rich archival resource of particular interest to students, family and social historians.
The focus of the Cambridge Museum is to collect and conserve, preserve and publish, research and record, display and disseminate the heritage and development of Cambridge, its people and surrounding districts. Our policy is to collect Cambridge related archives, artefacts and photographs, donations of which are always welcome.
Our willing and enthusiastic volunteers work with our two paid staff, to build a rich archival resource of particular interest to students, family and social historians.
Hannken Otto Family - Auckland
http://www.hannken.gen.nz/HannkenReminiscences.html
Reminiscences of Auckland 1858-1880
by Philip Frank Hannken (1858-1940) Written c.1935
On furnishing these few notes on the early arrival of my father and mother, a family of which I am the sole survivor, I don't think any record was ever kept of their early history.
But as Father lived with me for the last eleven years of his life, he naturally told me a good deal of his early times in New Zealand, but as I have to rely on my memory I have not much to tell.
Well, he, Frederick Hannken, after his marriage to Eliza Otto in Sydney came to New Zealand, arriving at the Bay of Islands in October 1839. I don't remember him mentioning the name of the boat he came in, probably a whaler, they being the most frequent visitors to these shores.
He did not remain long at the Bay but came on to Auckland, in fact he was here before Governor Hobson.
In the mean time their first child was born in Sydney, a girl, and mother came to Auckland in 1840, bringing little Elizabeth who was the first of seven successive girls, the last six all born in the Auckland province, then came a change, a boy was born.
Reminiscences of Auckland 1858-1880
by Philip Frank Hannken (1858-1940) Written c.1935
On furnishing these few notes on the early arrival of my father and mother, a family of which I am the sole survivor, I don't think any record was ever kept of their early history.
But as Father lived with me for the last eleven years of his life, he naturally told me a good deal of his early times in New Zealand, but as I have to rely on my memory I have not much to tell.
Well, he, Frederick Hannken, after his marriage to Eliza Otto in Sydney came to New Zealand, arriving at the Bay of Islands in October 1839. I don't remember him mentioning the name of the boat he came in, probably a whaler, they being the most frequent visitors to these shores.
He did not remain long at the Bay but came on to Auckland, in fact he was here before Governor Hobson.
In the mean time their first child was born in Sydney, a girl, and mother came to Auckland in 1840, bringing little Elizabeth who was the first of seven successive girls, the last six all born in the Auckland province, then came a change, a boy was born.
Growing up in NZ 1925-1950
Growing up in New Zealand 1925-1950
Part 1 - Household Economies And Food Dorothy - 7/4/00
People who grew up in New Zealand in the second quarter of the twentieth century noticed many changes in daily life as they shared their memories for this series of articles.
Household economiesWe could all remember our mothers' economical housekeeping. Either we remembered the Depression years of the early thirties or the economical habits retained from that time. Nothing was wasted. They saved the dripping from the Sunday roast and sometimes baked with it, or made it into soap to use in the laundry. Jan remembers eating bacon fat as a savoury spread instead of butter on bread.
They turned the collars on shirts, and cut worn sheets down the middle and sewed the outside edges together to make them last longer, or made pillow slips with the good parts. The sleeves were turned in hand knitted jerseys to postpone holes developing in the elbows, and when the jerseys wore into holes they were unpicked, the wool was washed and that wool was made into a smaller garment or combined with other wool for a striped jersey. Fair isle patterns were popular partly as they used up small amounts of wool.
The smaller children were often dressed in garments which were made from the good parts of bigger clothes. Helen remembers her mother having her tailored suit turned to show the new looking underside of the fabric. Sewing was still done mostly on a Singer treadle sewing machine, though electric sewing machines became more common near the middle of the century.
"Everything was mended", Jan commented. "Women would have a sock basket and mend holes while they chatted. We used a wooden shape with a metal clip round to hold the sock in place." Socks were made of pure wool which wore out at the toes and heels so holes occurred very often.
Sugar and flour bags highly valuedIf the budget allowed, families bought sugar in large quantities - a 70lb bag made of jute. Joan recalls how much these bags were valued and remembers them being turned into aprons and oven cloths. They were embroidered and used for cushions too. The Women's Division of Federated Farmers had a competition for the most attractive article made from a sugar bag and lots of woollen embroidery featured in the prize-winning articles. This is why the time of the great Depression of the 1930s is often referred to as 'The Sugar-bag Years.' Large quantities of flour came in cloth bags which were used for pillowcases, stitched together for sheets or used to line children's trousers to prevent chafing by the coarse worsted fabric.
In her book, "Speaking a Silence", Christine Hunt recorded the memories of people living in Golden Bay. Madge recalled her life at Kahurangi Lighthouse and the economies they made.
They made a lot of things out of flour bags: petticoats, nighties, teatowels and tablecloths. They'd sew a few together and think nothing of it. Everyone did it. She described them as good quality material that would last for years. She even remembered making shirts out of flour bags. taking the brand mark out with washing soda and soap, or kerosene and soap, then boiling them up. The colour would come out and they'd be really white .
Shopping for foodOn shopping Anne said, "Kincaids, a city grocer, employed a man who visited regular customers by bicycle weekly to take orders and to tell them about new lines of goods. The orders were delivered later in the week by electric van."
There were no supermarkets, and shopping was done in Christchurch at four city grocers - Wardells, Kincaids, Frank A Cook, and The Farmers - or the corner grocer. Many families had no car and needed a delivery service. Often the corner grocer provided this, sending a boy with a huge basket on the front of his bicycle.
Adele recalls, "Telephones were rare and our Four Square grocer called by bicycle on Tuesdays to collect Mother's grocery order and delivered the goods by cycle on Thursday. I think that Mother paid the bill when next she walked to the shop.
"The greengrocer called on a regular day in his van with his scales at the back of the van. The housewives gathered to purchase from the van. The greengrocers were frequently Chinese in the South Island or Indian in the North Island.
"Market gardens, usually run by Chinese, were close to cities and towns and sold their produce direct.
"We frequently cycled out to Belfast - several miles - to buy meat from the shop at the works."
Helen remembers deliveries being done by horse and cart in Wellington.
Flour, sugar, rice and other dry goods and plain biscuits were weighed out into brown paper bags. Pre-packaging of goods was not a regular feature and advertising was limited. Cheese was cut with a wire on a wooden handle from a large round cheese. The customer indicated the desired size and the piece was weighed and wrapped.
Joan, whose father was a teacher who taught in small towns and in the country, recalls that in the small towns the butcher or the grocer delivered the order when customers phoned in. In the country the bread was delivered with the milk. Other salesmen called to sell door to door, like the linen man, who brought a van full of household linen.
Series of milk containersThe milkman delivered the milk and in our younger years we remember putting out a billy (a metal container like a saucepan with a lid and a handle over the top). The milkman filled the billy with a measure from his large can of fresh, untreated milk. Tom recalls his mother 'scalding' the milk in hot weather - heating it to near boiling point to prevent souring.
Anne recalls the fishmonger coming to the street with a delivery van containing a huge slab of ice on which the fish were carried, then gutted and scaled for the buyer. Whitebait was offered in season, was reasonably priced and was usually eaten in delicious fritters made with egg, milk, flour, salt and baking powder and fried in butter. This meant that quite a small quantity would feed a whole family.
BreadMost people bought bread from the grocer or had it delivered fresh by the baker. There was little variety in the breads available - just white or brown. Anne remembers, "The bread came in full and half size loaves, the latter being equivalent to today's normal loaf. The brown bread was not wholemeal, but coloured with molasses or treacle. In our home this was a treat for our lunch."
Kissing CrustDorothy remembers double loaves which could be broken apart leaving an uneven slice at the end of each loaf. We called these the kissing crusts and loved the taste of them when the bread was new. There was keen competition to get that slice. We could tear off a piece of it which tasted especially good as it often felt like a forbidden treat if taken when no one was looking. Her father believed that new bread was difficult to digest, so the family always had to eat bread which was at least a day old.
There was no sliced bread, but the bread came in many shapes - French, sandwich, Raised Pan, Vienna, Barracouta - all white. Brown bread came in smaller loaves, either light or dark brown.
Most women supplied their families with cut lunches to take to school or to work and each slice for the sandwiches had to be cut by hand. The ability to cut very thin bread was greatly prized and dainty bread and butter was often served for afternoon tea. Except in summer the butter had to be softened for easy spreading. It was possible to buy a butter softener, a round frame which could be filled with hot water and placed over the butter. This meant that the lunches could be cut more quickly.
Tea - and coffee of a sort!Tea was the regular adult drink, usually with milk. Coffee was available only as coffee essence, a mixture of coffee and chicory, or in Nestles tins of coffee and milk, a very sweet mixture best enjoyed according to Peter on a mountain tramp where thirst and energy had both to be satisfied.
MealsAnne summed up the attitude to food of most New Zealanders of the time. "Food science was in its infancy. Current belief lay in the nutritional value of our primary products - beef, mutton, fat lamb, milk, butter, cheese and refined wheat."
Some familes ate meat three times a day - bacon and eggs for breakfast, cold meat for lunch, perhaps with salad, and hot meat - stews, chops, sausages or mince at the main meal. Vegetables were served with the hot meat and children were urged to eat their spinach and become as strong as Popeye, the sailor of cartoon fame. Spinach was also served with a poached egg.
The range of foods was much more limited. A roast dinner midday on Sunday was mandatory, usually either lamb or a sirloin roast of beef, often with roast potatoes and gravy made in the meat dish with the browning and therefore rather greasy. This was followed on Monday by a shepherd's pie made with the cold meat, or cold meat and salad in summer. The easy meal was welcomed by our mothers on a Monday as that was wash day.
A starchy dietA lot of bread was eaten, most housewives made scones regularly with white flour, and sometimes dates, raisins, sultanas or cheese, pies and dumplings were served frequently and many puddings were based on cereals. The good housewife always had homemade cake or biscuits in the tins.
Puddings The main meal was not considered complete without a pudding. Milk puddings were served most days in the week - rice, tapioca, sago and semolina puddings, junket made with Rennet, and yellow coloured custard made with Edmonds custard powder.
Bread PuddingEgg custards were baked slowly in the oven in a dish of hot water to prevent curdling, and a variant was bread and butter custard, with jam or even sliced banana added as a special treat. These puddings were usually served with stewed fruit, frequently apple, but also stewed dried apricots, prunes and figs. Thrifty housewives preserved surplus fruit in jars in late summer. Steam puddings with dried fruit or jam for flavouring were boiled in basins with cloths tied over the top.
Pies, pastry tarts, and cream sponges were specialties for Sundays. Cream was served with the puddings on Sundays.
CookingCoal ranges were widely used for cooking and heating the water, and the kettle was kept boiling on the stove ready for the frequent cups of tea. Often the range was installed in the living room, as distinct from the kitchen, and it would keep the house warm in winter.
In most cities there was a gas works and many households had gas heaters, stoves and lights. Electric stoves became increasingly popular. Some families ate a lot of fried food, but there were no electric frypans. Of course there were no crockpots or microwave ovens.
'Eating out' happened very rarely unless people were away from their home town. Food rationing during the war also made this difficult. Takeaways, were still in the future - except for the ever popular fish and chips, wrapped first in a piece of greaseproof paper and then a thick wrapping of newspaper to keep them hot. They tasted best eaten straight from the paper
http://www.nzine.co.nz/views/guinz25-50_part1.html
Part 1 - Household Economies And Food Dorothy - 7/4/00
People who grew up in New Zealand in the second quarter of the twentieth century noticed many changes in daily life as they shared their memories for this series of articles.
Household economiesWe could all remember our mothers' economical housekeeping. Either we remembered the Depression years of the early thirties or the economical habits retained from that time. Nothing was wasted. They saved the dripping from the Sunday roast and sometimes baked with it, or made it into soap to use in the laundry. Jan remembers eating bacon fat as a savoury spread instead of butter on bread.
They turned the collars on shirts, and cut worn sheets down the middle and sewed the outside edges together to make them last longer, or made pillow slips with the good parts. The sleeves were turned in hand knitted jerseys to postpone holes developing in the elbows, and when the jerseys wore into holes they were unpicked, the wool was washed and that wool was made into a smaller garment or combined with other wool for a striped jersey. Fair isle patterns were popular partly as they used up small amounts of wool.
The smaller children were often dressed in garments which were made from the good parts of bigger clothes. Helen remembers her mother having her tailored suit turned to show the new looking underside of the fabric. Sewing was still done mostly on a Singer treadle sewing machine, though electric sewing machines became more common near the middle of the century.
"Everything was mended", Jan commented. "Women would have a sock basket and mend holes while they chatted. We used a wooden shape with a metal clip round to hold the sock in place." Socks were made of pure wool which wore out at the toes and heels so holes occurred very often.
Sugar and flour bags highly valuedIf the budget allowed, families bought sugar in large quantities - a 70lb bag made of jute. Joan recalls how much these bags were valued and remembers them being turned into aprons and oven cloths. They were embroidered and used for cushions too. The Women's Division of Federated Farmers had a competition for the most attractive article made from a sugar bag and lots of woollen embroidery featured in the prize-winning articles. This is why the time of the great Depression of the 1930s is often referred to as 'The Sugar-bag Years.' Large quantities of flour came in cloth bags which were used for pillowcases, stitched together for sheets or used to line children's trousers to prevent chafing by the coarse worsted fabric.
In her book, "Speaking a Silence", Christine Hunt recorded the memories of people living in Golden Bay. Madge recalled her life at Kahurangi Lighthouse and the economies they made.
They made a lot of things out of flour bags: petticoats, nighties, teatowels and tablecloths. They'd sew a few together and think nothing of it. Everyone did it. She described them as good quality material that would last for years. She even remembered making shirts out of flour bags. taking the brand mark out with washing soda and soap, or kerosene and soap, then boiling them up. The colour would come out and they'd be really white .
Shopping for foodOn shopping Anne said, "Kincaids, a city grocer, employed a man who visited regular customers by bicycle weekly to take orders and to tell them about new lines of goods. The orders were delivered later in the week by electric van."
There were no supermarkets, and shopping was done in Christchurch at four city grocers - Wardells, Kincaids, Frank A Cook, and The Farmers - or the corner grocer. Many families had no car and needed a delivery service. Often the corner grocer provided this, sending a boy with a huge basket on the front of his bicycle.
Adele recalls, "Telephones were rare and our Four Square grocer called by bicycle on Tuesdays to collect Mother's grocery order and delivered the goods by cycle on Thursday. I think that Mother paid the bill when next she walked to the shop.
"The greengrocer called on a regular day in his van with his scales at the back of the van. The housewives gathered to purchase from the van. The greengrocers were frequently Chinese in the South Island or Indian in the North Island.
"Market gardens, usually run by Chinese, were close to cities and towns and sold their produce direct.
"We frequently cycled out to Belfast - several miles - to buy meat from the shop at the works."
Helen remembers deliveries being done by horse and cart in Wellington.
Flour, sugar, rice and other dry goods and plain biscuits were weighed out into brown paper bags. Pre-packaging of goods was not a regular feature and advertising was limited. Cheese was cut with a wire on a wooden handle from a large round cheese. The customer indicated the desired size and the piece was weighed and wrapped.
Joan, whose father was a teacher who taught in small towns and in the country, recalls that in the small towns the butcher or the grocer delivered the order when customers phoned in. In the country the bread was delivered with the milk. Other salesmen called to sell door to door, like the linen man, who brought a van full of household linen.
Series of milk containersThe milkman delivered the milk and in our younger years we remember putting out a billy (a metal container like a saucepan with a lid and a handle over the top). The milkman filled the billy with a measure from his large can of fresh, untreated milk. Tom recalls his mother 'scalding' the milk in hot weather - heating it to near boiling point to prevent souring.
Anne recalls the fishmonger coming to the street with a delivery van containing a huge slab of ice on which the fish were carried, then gutted and scaled for the buyer. Whitebait was offered in season, was reasonably priced and was usually eaten in delicious fritters made with egg, milk, flour, salt and baking powder and fried in butter. This meant that quite a small quantity would feed a whole family.
BreadMost people bought bread from the grocer or had it delivered fresh by the baker. There was little variety in the breads available - just white or brown. Anne remembers, "The bread came in full and half size loaves, the latter being equivalent to today's normal loaf. The brown bread was not wholemeal, but coloured with molasses or treacle. In our home this was a treat for our lunch."
Kissing CrustDorothy remembers double loaves which could be broken apart leaving an uneven slice at the end of each loaf. We called these the kissing crusts and loved the taste of them when the bread was new. There was keen competition to get that slice. We could tear off a piece of it which tasted especially good as it often felt like a forbidden treat if taken when no one was looking. Her father believed that new bread was difficult to digest, so the family always had to eat bread which was at least a day old.
There was no sliced bread, but the bread came in many shapes - French, sandwich, Raised Pan, Vienna, Barracouta - all white. Brown bread came in smaller loaves, either light or dark brown.
Most women supplied their families with cut lunches to take to school or to work and each slice for the sandwiches had to be cut by hand. The ability to cut very thin bread was greatly prized and dainty bread and butter was often served for afternoon tea. Except in summer the butter had to be softened for easy spreading. It was possible to buy a butter softener, a round frame which could be filled with hot water and placed over the butter. This meant that the lunches could be cut more quickly.
Tea - and coffee of a sort!Tea was the regular adult drink, usually with milk. Coffee was available only as coffee essence, a mixture of coffee and chicory, or in Nestles tins of coffee and milk, a very sweet mixture best enjoyed according to Peter on a mountain tramp where thirst and energy had both to be satisfied.
MealsAnne summed up the attitude to food of most New Zealanders of the time. "Food science was in its infancy. Current belief lay in the nutritional value of our primary products - beef, mutton, fat lamb, milk, butter, cheese and refined wheat."
Some familes ate meat three times a day - bacon and eggs for breakfast, cold meat for lunch, perhaps with salad, and hot meat - stews, chops, sausages or mince at the main meal. Vegetables were served with the hot meat and children were urged to eat their spinach and become as strong as Popeye, the sailor of cartoon fame. Spinach was also served with a poached egg.
The range of foods was much more limited. A roast dinner midday on Sunday was mandatory, usually either lamb or a sirloin roast of beef, often with roast potatoes and gravy made in the meat dish with the browning and therefore rather greasy. This was followed on Monday by a shepherd's pie made with the cold meat, or cold meat and salad in summer. The easy meal was welcomed by our mothers on a Monday as that was wash day.
A starchy dietA lot of bread was eaten, most housewives made scones regularly with white flour, and sometimes dates, raisins, sultanas or cheese, pies and dumplings were served frequently and many puddings were based on cereals. The good housewife always had homemade cake or biscuits in the tins.
Puddings The main meal was not considered complete without a pudding. Milk puddings were served most days in the week - rice, tapioca, sago and semolina puddings, junket made with Rennet, and yellow coloured custard made with Edmonds custard powder.
Bread PuddingEgg custards were baked slowly in the oven in a dish of hot water to prevent curdling, and a variant was bread and butter custard, with jam or even sliced banana added as a special treat. These puddings were usually served with stewed fruit, frequently apple, but also stewed dried apricots, prunes and figs. Thrifty housewives preserved surplus fruit in jars in late summer. Steam puddings with dried fruit or jam for flavouring were boiled in basins with cloths tied over the top.
Pies, pastry tarts, and cream sponges were specialties for Sundays. Cream was served with the puddings on Sundays.
CookingCoal ranges were widely used for cooking and heating the water, and the kettle was kept boiling on the stove ready for the frequent cups of tea. Often the range was installed in the living room, as distinct from the kitchen, and it would keep the house warm in winter.
In most cities there was a gas works and many households had gas heaters, stoves and lights. Electric stoves became increasingly popular. Some families ate a lot of fried food, but there were no electric frypans. Of course there were no crockpots or microwave ovens.
'Eating out' happened very rarely unless people were away from their home town. Food rationing during the war also made this difficult. Takeaways, were still in the future - except for the ever popular fish and chips, wrapped first in a piece of greaseproof paper and then a thick wrapping of newspaper to keep them hot. They tasted best eaten straight from the paper
http://www.nzine.co.nz/views/guinz25-50_part1.html
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Caversham Main School Can anyone from Dunedin remember when Caversham school was 2 schools, they were called Caversham Main and Caversham InfantsI was there mid -late 50'sCaversham Main had been damaged in an earthquake before i went there. There used to be a big board helping to hold up n inside passage wall. I was running down there one day fell over and bruised my hip very badly on the board. My brother got the strap for running inside They said I'd been punished enough by the fall so didn't get the strap. It wasn't long after this they pulled that school down and rebuilt. It became Caversham School and the other one became Colage St. school They divided the pupils up by where you lived. We lived Lyndsy Rd so went to Colage St
corporal punishment had teacher who used to use Tsquare as weapon of choice,bend ya over put a Z on t square and wack on ass,didn't hurt but if he made you bend over bt blackboard the moment he wacked ya you hit ya head on the lip of blackboard,very rarely would he use the cane but one day 2 of us gotit only later did he say we really pissed him off so he gave us the cane instead of t square,after that i wondered why guys would PAY to be whipped.
Who was in Palmerston North in the 60s? Remember the Nicoberg coffee lounge, Ricky's night club (or whatever it was back then), the Flamingo etc. etc. etc. And the Ballroom Astoria when they stopped having old-fashioned stuff and opened up for 'real' dances with the latest bands? My boyfriend at the time was in the local music scene and I loved it!
Came out from England in 1960 and settled in Feilding. Was only 10 years old then, but by the time I was 14 I was really into the 60s thing. Went to Feilding High but used to hop on a bus every Friday and Saturday night and head over to Palmy!
I used to go to Surry Street in Caversham quite a lot as, two of the group, The Inbetweens,[Tony & Paul], lived at I think No.40, and they were friends of mine. I used to help run their fanclub.Oh memories. The Inbetweens won the 1970 Battle Of The Bands.Used to go to the Ag. hall dances when they played there.
Aniseed balls were just lovely - 5 for a penny. Was it you soldiermum who put them in milk? I have never tried aniseed wheels - don't know what they are actually. Do you remember the fortune lollies - had little messages on them. Fizzy fruits were another favourite of mine.the 60's as a child on the east coast of the north island (Te Araroa). no power. rode horses everywhere.My mum made all of our clothes. we lived on a farm. even to school. the 70's was at college in murupara, had power and took bus to school, milk in bottles. moved to taupo in the early 80's and man have i seen some changes! still like aniseed wheels when i can get them...
corporal punishment had teacher who used to use Tsquare as weapon of choice,bend ya over put a Z on t square and wack on ass,didn't hurt but if he made you bend over bt blackboard the moment he wacked ya you hit ya head on the lip of blackboard,very rarely would he use the cane but one day 2 of us gotit only later did he say we really pissed him off so he gave us the cane instead of t square,after that i wondered why guys would PAY to be whipped.
Who was in Palmerston North in the 60s? Remember the Nicoberg coffee lounge, Ricky's night club (or whatever it was back then), the Flamingo etc. etc. etc. And the Ballroom Astoria when they stopped having old-fashioned stuff and opened up for 'real' dances with the latest bands? My boyfriend at the time was in the local music scene and I loved it!
Came out from England in 1960 and settled in Feilding. Was only 10 years old then, but by the time I was 14 I was really into the 60s thing. Went to Feilding High but used to hop on a bus every Friday and Saturday night and head over to Palmy!
I used to go to Surry Street in Caversham quite a lot as, two of the group, The Inbetweens,[Tony & Paul], lived at I think No.40, and they were friends of mine. I used to help run their fanclub.Oh memories. The Inbetweens won the 1970 Battle Of The Bands.Used to go to the Ag. hall dances when they played there.
Aniseed balls were just lovely - 5 for a penny. Was it you soldiermum who put them in milk? I have never tried aniseed wheels - don't know what they are actually. Do you remember the fortune lollies - had little messages on them. Fizzy fruits were another favourite of mine.the 60's as a child on the east coast of the north island (Te Araroa). no power. rode horses everywhere.My mum made all of our clothes. we lived on a farm. even to school. the 70's was at college in murupara, had power and took bus to school, milk in bottles. moved to taupo in the early 80's and man have i seen some changes! still like aniseed wheels when i can get them...
As a product of the 70s I remember hanging out at our local dairy. All the kids in our street use to collect the glass fizzy drink bottles, the ones you could get the refund on and cash them in to buy an assortment of lollies. Bubblegum like gold rush was always a favorite. K and B bars were always good value. Any of the 2 for 1 cent lollies. I remember the Telethons. Staying up all through the night eating taties and burnt popcorn the you made in the pot on the stove...not the microwave. It makes me laugh the old L&P adds that are on the telly at the moment, thats exactly how it was...those were the days. Playing bullrush at the park, pinching fruit off the neighbours feijoa tree. swimming in the tidal creek with a really dangerous undertoe.
Remember taking the bottles back and getting enough for a bag of lollies or whatever. My parents had a shop and I remember people bringing in crates of the bottles and having to count the dirty things and lug them around to the back of the shop.
The Shoreline when it was new. BBQs at Waitati, walking up the Outram for a swim, water skiing on Waihola then off to that shack of a pub, fishing and a beer at the Portobello. The odd Friday night up at the 'Gardies' with all the scarfies or down to the Beach Hotel with the surfies.
The Shoreline was the flashest. It is now a pile of rubbish and concrete. Remember that pub at Fairfield which is now a development for new housing. I remember my cousin talking me into going to the beetles with her and when we got there (good seats) everybody was screaming and going crazy.
I recall in one of the streets in Upper Hutt therelived an old chap who was an alkie and had this enormous pile of empty beer bottles in crates on his front lawn. His place was about 2 miles from us but at night once or twice a week. when it was dark I used to ride my trusty BSA 28" bike around to his place. The bile had a front carrier with a canvas newspaper bag on it and I would uplift a crate of empty bottles. Used to take them to Strouds liquor store and get the 1/- & 3d. refund. At the end of a year I had enough money for my 1st rifle :)
what about blokes' socks in ...... lime green, ming blue, shocking pink ... bodgies and widgies ... the divorce court listings in Truth ... Nivea and Vicks vapour rub for just about everything ... winklepickers ... the arrival of pantyhose ... tartan bras ... Matteus Rose (spelling?) ... getting doubled by your boyfriend (far more innocent than it looks!) ... real exams ... ladies a plate ... half-gees, kegs, sherry for the sheilas ...
In the early 70s my Mum use to dress me up as Holly Hobbie! We even wore identical jump suits - bright orange, brown and pink big flowers with a big zip. We (the neighbourhood kids) would hang out all weekend. Build huts, play cowboys and indians, bullrush, spot light etc. We had banana seat bikes and chopper guards. Chocolate yougart came out I think in about 1975!
70's boy here i rememeber the days when we got a belting from our parents and were told it was the best thing for us "its the only way you will learn" my mother use to say(scream)as she brought the wooden spoon down across my ar*e
Bottle Drives We had a bottle drive at primary school to make money for a school trip - from Wellington to Christchurch. Overnight on the ferry and all day in ChCh. Then back on the ferry. The big shed at school was full of bottles - we were all frantically collecting so we could go on the trip. Great fun.
What about paper trails? Collecting news papers and old magazines for some money - no idea where they went though. I also remember them being piled in the cloakroom and when we tied them into bundles we found all sorts of crud thrown in the back - old moldy lunches ugh!
We used to take old newspapers to the fish and chip shop. No fancy white paper then - just good old newsprint. Boy did those f&c taste great. Who remembers flips (potato fritters) - they were delicious with woster sauce and vinegar.
Boer War Vetrans I can remember them marching on ANZAC day. I can also just remember an old clasic car race ?in Dunedin going up Caversham Hill. Some had to turn round and go up backwards because the petrol couldn't flow upwards. When those cars were made I don't think they had petrol pumps in them then - I should have said Look Out Point Hill not Caversham
We had an old car that had to go backwards up a steep hill. Can't remember what it was though. Aah, the good old days.
Remember taking the bottles back and getting enough for a bag of lollies or whatever. My parents had a shop and I remember people bringing in crates of the bottles and having to count the dirty things and lug them around to the back of the shop.
The Shoreline when it was new. BBQs at Waitati, walking up the Outram for a swim, water skiing on Waihola then off to that shack of a pub, fishing and a beer at the Portobello. The odd Friday night up at the 'Gardies' with all the scarfies or down to the Beach Hotel with the surfies.
The Shoreline was the flashest. It is now a pile of rubbish and concrete. Remember that pub at Fairfield which is now a development for new housing. I remember my cousin talking me into going to the beetles with her and when we got there (good seats) everybody was screaming and going crazy.
I recall in one of the streets in Upper Hutt therelived an old chap who was an alkie and had this enormous pile of empty beer bottles in crates on his front lawn. His place was about 2 miles from us but at night once or twice a week. when it was dark I used to ride my trusty BSA 28" bike around to his place. The bile had a front carrier with a canvas newspaper bag on it and I would uplift a crate of empty bottles. Used to take them to Strouds liquor store and get the 1/- & 3d. refund. At the end of a year I had enough money for my 1st rifle :)
what about blokes' socks in ...... lime green, ming blue, shocking pink ... bodgies and widgies ... the divorce court listings in Truth ... Nivea and Vicks vapour rub for just about everything ... winklepickers ... the arrival of pantyhose ... tartan bras ... Matteus Rose (spelling?) ... getting doubled by your boyfriend (far more innocent than it looks!) ... real exams ... ladies a plate ... half-gees, kegs, sherry for the sheilas ...
In the early 70s my Mum use to dress me up as Holly Hobbie! We even wore identical jump suits - bright orange, brown and pink big flowers with a big zip. We (the neighbourhood kids) would hang out all weekend. Build huts, play cowboys and indians, bullrush, spot light etc. We had banana seat bikes and chopper guards. Chocolate yougart came out I think in about 1975!
70's boy here i rememeber the days when we got a belting from our parents and were told it was the best thing for us "its the only way you will learn" my mother use to say(scream)as she brought the wooden spoon down across my ar*e
Bottle Drives We had a bottle drive at primary school to make money for a school trip - from Wellington to Christchurch. Overnight on the ferry and all day in ChCh. Then back on the ferry. The big shed at school was full of bottles - we were all frantically collecting so we could go on the trip. Great fun.
What about paper trails? Collecting news papers and old magazines for some money - no idea where they went though. I also remember them being piled in the cloakroom and when we tied them into bundles we found all sorts of crud thrown in the back - old moldy lunches ugh!
We used to take old newspapers to the fish and chip shop. No fancy white paper then - just good old newsprint. Boy did those f&c taste great. Who remembers flips (potato fritters) - they were delicious with woster sauce and vinegar.
Boer War Vetrans I can remember them marching on ANZAC day. I can also just remember an old clasic car race ?in Dunedin going up Caversham Hill. Some had to turn round and go up backwards because the petrol couldn't flow upwards. When those cars were made I don't think they had petrol pumps in them then - I should have said Look Out Point Hill not Caversham
We had an old car that had to go backwards up a steep hill. Can't remember what it was though. Aah, the good old days.
Children of the 50s, 60s, 70s, come in here again
70s chic first thread has gone - so lets start again. Who remembers - aniseed balls, gob stoppers, beatles hair cuts, minis - skirts and cars. Milk bars, Adams Bruce ice cream
what about: hot pants, witches britches, Deep Purple
No weekend shopping and the dairy was only allowed to sell certain things. I remember they had boards up covering some of the stock
It was safe for me to walk to the bus stop after work on a Friday night in Auck. city, and walk from one place to another on an evening out
Oh, loved The Partridge Family the original Dr Who and Flash Gordon
I used to go to piano lessons every week after school and go home on the bus - in the dark - never any problems. I was never scared
Milk was 4 cents a pint and you could get the best chocolate milk I have ever tasted in cream bottles. It was a real treat. I just remember the warm school milk, it went out of vouge just after I started school thank goodness. It was foul. Aniseed circles were my favourite lolly. Long hot summers, holidays seemed to last forever, none of the wishy washy weather we get over summer today. Best memories, lying on a bed of sweet green grass watching a fluffy cloud or two in an otherwise beautiful blue sky.
Dave Dee, Dosey, Beaky, Mick and Tich. Yea the summers went on for ages and I grew up in Dunedin. Always getting sunburned, then peeling and being white again.Picnics every weekend at places like Outram glen or Woodside which we re-named Woodstock.Drinking "Fluffy Ducks" as we got older, in the Fairfield Tavern when it was new.
We used to go flounder fishing during the summer - we would tie an old knitting needle to the end of a pole and try and catch a fish. I don't think I ever managed it - too slow. We didn't have to go out very far in the water to see the flounder.
ii remember when milk was 2 cents. my dad was the milkman and i workrd from a very young age. that was the days when milk was at your gate in time for breakfast
I can remember when the milkman used to come with his horse and cart (vague memories). My dad used to try and get the manure for his garden - he had this drum with the manure and water - it was disgusting but we had a great vege garden.
Big Charlies bubblegum, being able to walk to school on your own and go anywhere you wanted and feeling safe.
I also remember it being the days where the teachers could still give you six of the best. I had that so many times. and you know i wouldnt flinch. One time i did and the man teacher bought the strap down so hard i pulled my hand away and he hit his 3rd leg. when he recovered man i realy got it. Even remember going home telling mum and all she said well you should behave yourself.
Going to the 2pm matinee at the pictures. There were always cartoons, and a serial and then the main picture. It was a real outing.
what about: hot pants, witches britches, Deep Purple
No weekend shopping and the dairy was only allowed to sell certain things. I remember they had boards up covering some of the stock
It was safe for me to walk to the bus stop after work on a Friday night in Auck. city, and walk from one place to another on an evening out
Oh, loved The Partridge Family the original Dr Who and Flash Gordon
I used to go to piano lessons every week after school and go home on the bus - in the dark - never any problems. I was never scared
Milk was 4 cents a pint and you could get the best chocolate milk I have ever tasted in cream bottles. It was a real treat. I just remember the warm school milk, it went out of vouge just after I started school thank goodness. It was foul. Aniseed circles were my favourite lolly. Long hot summers, holidays seemed to last forever, none of the wishy washy weather we get over summer today. Best memories, lying on a bed of sweet green grass watching a fluffy cloud or two in an otherwise beautiful blue sky.
Dave Dee, Dosey, Beaky, Mick and Tich. Yea the summers went on for ages and I grew up in Dunedin. Always getting sunburned, then peeling and being white again.Picnics every weekend at places like Outram glen or Woodside which we re-named Woodstock.Drinking "Fluffy Ducks" as we got older, in the Fairfield Tavern when it was new.
We used to go flounder fishing during the summer - we would tie an old knitting needle to the end of a pole and try and catch a fish. I don't think I ever managed it - too slow. We didn't have to go out very far in the water to see the flounder.
ii remember when milk was 2 cents. my dad was the milkman and i workrd from a very young age. that was the days when milk was at your gate in time for breakfast
I can remember when the milkman used to come with his horse and cart (vague memories). My dad used to try and get the manure for his garden - he had this drum with the manure and water - it was disgusting but we had a great vege garden.
Big Charlies bubblegum, being able to walk to school on your own and go anywhere you wanted and feeling safe.
I also remember it being the days where the teachers could still give you six of the best. I had that so many times. and you know i wouldnt flinch. One time i did and the man teacher bought the strap down so hard i pulled my hand away and he hit his 3rd leg. when he recovered man i realy got it. Even remember going home telling mum and all she said well you should behave yourself.
Going to the 2pm matinee at the pictures. There were always cartoons, and a serial and then the main picture. It was a real outing.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Dogged search unearths long-lost grave marker
By DAVE BURGESS - The Dominion Post Tuesday, 19 June 2007
BACK IN THE FOLD: Wellington man Donald Mackay with his great-grandfather's totara grave marker, found after 20 years.
An unusual series of events has been credited with ending a two-decade search for a 133-year-old totara grave marker, which is to be returned to the Bolton Street Cemetery in Wellington.
The long hunt for the memorial marker of Henry Preston, who was killed instantly when buried by rubble falling from an excavation site on April 20, 1874, was carried out by his great-grandson Donald Mackay.
The heart totara marker was removed in 1969 and Henry's body reburied in a mass grave in preparation for the construction of the motorway. The marker was lost after a family member gave it to an unknown museum in the early 1970s.
By the time Mr Mackay started his search 20 years ago, all family members who would have known its whereabouts were dead. So the self-employed Stokes Valley inventor and keen family genealogist contacted nearly every museum in the lower North Island.
"Somebody then made a comment to me about a museum in Rotorua. They had no record and I didn't know I was so close."
The marker had been on display in a New Zealand Forest Service information centre in the area, as an example of early use of totara. The centre changed ownership in 1993 and, unknown to Mr Mackay, the marker resurfaced in a shed of dump-bound office junk at Waipa Mill.
Worker Bruce Jamieson recognised its importance and put it aside. Later that day he had to save the heavy piece of timber again after somebody placed it on a rubbish truck.
Mr Jamieson and his wife, Marilyn, decided to keep the slab and it stood in a grotto, surrounded by native trees, on their Rotorua property for the next 14 years. They named it "Henry" and talked to it on a regular basis.
During this time, Mr Mackay searched tirelessly. He was to quit his quest at the end of March, but a last-ditch attempt on March 19 led to a group e-mail being sent around a Rotorua research institute where Marilyn Jamieson was just finishing a one-off, four-hour work stint. She recognised the attached photo as "her Henry" and the search was over.
Mr Mackay said the facts that he was about to stop looking, and that the e-mail was been seen by Mrs Jamieson, made him believe supernatural forces were at play.
"Somebody up above must have said, `There's Don, he is going to call it quits at the end of March, so we had better make it happen.' It is totally unreal."A spokeswoman for Friends of Bolton Street Memorial Park, Judy Bale, is thrilled that Mr Mackay will hand over the marker at the group's annual meeting on July 2.
She said it would have a permanent home in the Bolton Street Chapel.
BACK IN THE FOLD: Wellington man Donald Mackay with his great-grandfather's totara grave marker, found after 20 years.
An unusual series of events has been credited with ending a two-decade search for a 133-year-old totara grave marker, which is to be returned to the Bolton Street Cemetery in Wellington.
The long hunt for the memorial marker of Henry Preston, who was killed instantly when buried by rubble falling from an excavation site on April 20, 1874, was carried out by his great-grandson Donald Mackay.
The heart totara marker was removed in 1969 and Henry's body reburied in a mass grave in preparation for the construction of the motorway. The marker was lost after a family member gave it to an unknown museum in the early 1970s.
By the time Mr Mackay started his search 20 years ago, all family members who would have known its whereabouts were dead. So the self-employed Stokes Valley inventor and keen family genealogist contacted nearly every museum in the lower North Island.
"Somebody then made a comment to me about a museum in Rotorua. They had no record and I didn't know I was so close."
The marker had been on display in a New Zealand Forest Service information centre in the area, as an example of early use of totara. The centre changed ownership in 1993 and, unknown to Mr Mackay, the marker resurfaced in a shed of dump-bound office junk at Waipa Mill.
Worker Bruce Jamieson recognised its importance and put it aside. Later that day he had to save the heavy piece of timber again after somebody placed it on a rubbish truck.
Mr Jamieson and his wife, Marilyn, decided to keep the slab and it stood in a grotto, surrounded by native trees, on their Rotorua property for the next 14 years. They named it "Henry" and talked to it on a regular basis.
During this time, Mr Mackay searched tirelessly. He was to quit his quest at the end of March, but a last-ditch attempt on March 19 led to a group e-mail being sent around a Rotorua research institute where Marilyn Jamieson was just finishing a one-off, four-hour work stint. She recognised the attached photo as "her Henry" and the search was over.
Mr Mackay said the facts that he was about to stop looking, and that the e-mail was been seen by Mrs Jamieson, made him believe supernatural forces were at play.
"Somebody up above must have said, `There's Don, he is going to call it quits at the end of March, so we had better make it happen.' It is totally unreal."A spokeswoman for Friends of Bolton Street Memorial Park, Judy Bale, is thrilled that Mr Mackay will hand over the marker at the group's annual meeting on July 2.
She said it would have a permanent home in the Bolton Street Chapel.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Haven't been here since April and Now its Winter
The Mandarins are a reminder of the sun and fresh sweet fruit. They are very ripe now, but I can't reach them. But at least the neighbour's kids can't either.
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