…especially such a gem as that 3Ds threeway pun
(the trinity of Hey Zeus, Jesus & Theodor ‘Dr Seuss’ Geisel
- The Father, the son and the Holey Gosh!)
Oh very nice, thanks for that.
Here's an old fave from the Good Doctor's foray into feature filmmaking. While he kind of exited trousers on fire from what turned out to be an overblown debacle, the good bits are very good indeed:
Kim Fowley has died
I liked the story about him chasing a bunch of noisy kids away from the back of Stebbing Studios during the recording of Street Talk’s album – “Small boys got no part in this hustle”.
If there are any graves on the site of the old state farm they may, for all I know, date from the time when the place was used as a reformatory or borstal prior to WW2.
If they exist they're unmarked.
My information comes from People First who are not happy about the use of this site.
It’s not so long ago that unhallowed human remains could be found around the Kimberley area. On a trip to nearby bushland in the late 1950s a party of inmates from the then Levin Hospital and Training School discovered the skeleton of someone who’d apparently climbed a tree and died there. An indication of how long it had been there was that the tree had partially grown around the bones.
Human bones were often washed onto the shingle banks of the Ohau River at the Tararua end of Kimberley Road. I remember a picnic taking a sombre turn when my mother shouted at my brother to drop the human femur he was innocently waving about. As kids we’d assumed they were animal bones, but a trained nurse knew better.
Those bones dated from the time of Te Rauparaha’s wars with the Muaupoko. I have never, repeat never ever, heard any suggestion that anyone is buried on the Kimberley site. Given the former population density of the place, and the freedom of movement accorded to privileged inmates, there would have been major problems keeping a practice of midnight burials secret.
If People First’s narrative of what Kimberley should become is to prevail then surely it should do so on its merits, rather than introducing the kind of allegations that seem disturbingly reminiscent of the Peter Ellis case. Claiming that some kind of clandestine burials took place has serious implications of criminal behaviour. To imply that such things were standard practice is downright mischievous.
Worth a visit to their facebook page.
Thank you. That appears to be the former single men's staff quarters, built in the early 1960s, in the background.
Kimberly Centre gest a new lease on life…..
I was wondering when someone was going to get around to linking to that.
That Kimberley site has too many ghosts. As well as unmarked graves.
Too many living people with genuine recollections to treat the place as a kind of terra nullius. Also when do these graves date from, and please, where precisely are they? I'm pretty familiar with the geography.
Junkyard Planet, by Adam Minter, about the global recycling trade – fascinating and full of unexpected insights.
Thanks for the recommendation, just finished it, found it very educational.
I still don’t understand why these glamor convention centers are so important
Because politicians get to cut the ribbons at their openings. This is what drives all “commercial” activity by the public sector.
So who might Auckland's Francis de Groot be? There's no lack of potential candidates among the Len Brown haters.
Son of Dad:
John Barry’s 1964 biography of psychotic 19th century Norfolk Island prison governor John Giles Price was also fascinating.
A character I recall from the late Roberts Hughes' marvelous The Fatal Shore. Appreciate the heads up, will definitely follow through on that.
I didn’t know he had done that Joe. That is surprising.
According to someone who's called on him in India Dalrymple's highly approachable and generous with his time. I've been very taken with his work since discovering him via From the Holy Mountain. His grand historical works such as The Last Mughal and Return of a King remind me of Hughes' The Fatal Shore in their enormous sweep and wealth of human insight.
One I enjoyed beyond my expectations - Robert Gordon's Respect Yourself: Stax Records and the Soul Explosion.
Respect, Deborah, for volunteering to do the tough stuff.