Capture: Roamin' Holiday
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Sofie Bribiesca, in reply to
It is just off State 1 near Kaitaia and I have seen a few around Auckland.
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Hebe, in reply to
That would be interesting.
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Hebe, in reply to
Wattles are quintessential Dame Edna for me,
She said once she ate health food "you know the kind that's got cottages on the packet".
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Hebe, in reply to
Moeraki's special; I knew nothing of its history.
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Sofie Bribiesca, in reply to
The colour of a jacaranda is repulsively Dame Edna to me. Startling but unpleasant to my eye.
But, but, but, my Hebe in Aucks is the same colour! ;)
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Chris Waugh, in reply to
One thing I found fascinating about living in Otago, especially around the time of the 150th anniversary, was the little stories I often came across of those older European (or sometimes mini UN) settlements that predated Dunedin. They were always desperately short on details and I never got round to following them up, and I've forgotten most of them now. But I do sometimes wonder what would happen if we went chasing up real histories, the unofficial histories that aren't commonly written in the standard textbooks.
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Hebe, in reply to
But, but, but, my Hebe in Aucks is the same colour! ;)
Urrk. I have an enormous and vile rhodo pretty much the same; at least it gives October relief from the May to September flood of pink camellias on our section. All of which are too big to remove until we get other trees established. Valium in a garden; but we're messing it up ;-)
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Islander, in reply to
I know...quite a lot.
It just celebrated it's 175th year of European settlement last year.
Maori had seasonal* camps there from about the 12th century (I've contributed bits & bobs that the family has rescued from the tidelines over the past 70 odd years to various institutions.)
*Seasonal, because there is no source of fresh water on the Moeraki peninsula.
What the olds were after, was maka ('couta.) They processed it on one paticular beach, majorly by sun-drying, while water parties trekked back & forth (and they also made rain-pits.) If you walk barefoot on that one paticular beach, to this day, the soles of your feet will blacken from the ancient maka fat leached out by the sun... -
Islander, in reply to
Chris, please read above response.
I was there at the 150 year celebrations – and I remember Kotahitaka when it was derelict, and sheep rested inside (there were still old pews – and hymnbooks! – inside when we were kids but we had been warned that you couldnt remove anything because it was all tapu.)There’s also a place, not too far from there, that never had the tapu lifted from it.
When I take guests round to my favourite Moeraki beaches, I alsways take a wide berth from that spot. As one of my olds told me, “Tapu is like electricity. You dont have to believe in it to feel the effect. You dont stick a screwdriver into
an electric socket.”You may be interested in Gavin McLean's "Moeraki", a book commissioned for the 150yr celebrations.
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Chris Waugh, in reply to
Read it and loved it.
You have wise olds.
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Chris Waugh, in reply to
Oops, to clarify: Read that post and loved it.
As for book recommendations, much appreciated, but NZ books are hard to find around these parts. Fortunately my mother knows to send me a book every birthday and Christmas.
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Ian Dalziel, in reply to
...and I remember Kotahitaka when it was derelict, and sheep rested inside (there were still old pews – and hymnbooks!
Reminds me of a lovely old church in a paddock at Oaro (Kaikoura coast side of the Hundalees) back in the late '60s early '70s, a tiny wooden building falling apart with sheep and wandering through and pages of bibles (or hymn books) written in maori lying about - don't know what happened to it...
Damn, triggered too many memories, now I want a feed of crayfish... -
Well, here we go. Warning: the following contains strong language and anti-American sentiments.
New Zealand version of the U.S. Marines Hymn
With their balls in Montezuma
And their pricks in Tripoli
It's the Yankee line of bullshit
And it means fuck-all to me;
For they thought they'd run New Zealand,
But they couldn't run latrines,
There's no bigger pack of bastards
Than the United States Marine's.
.........
They come from Yankee brothels
Their parents are unknown;
The scum of the earth are in their ranks,
Pig pens their natural homes.
Oh! They keep the provosts busy,
And we're used to Yankee scenes
Of sluts being fucked in alley-ways
By United States marines.
,,......Of the war in the Pacific
Great stories have been told,
Of how the Yankees marched to battle
So big, so brave, so bold ....
But the other night in Wellington,
We saw some gory scenes,
Of some Anzacs knocking hell out of
The United Stares marines.*
.......But it seems that we must bear with them
For many a weary day,
These bastards whose real name should be
"Cock Suckers U,S,A." ....
For when the boys come home from overseas
And they gaze on homeland scenes,
Then God help those sons-of-bitches,
The United States marines.
A note at the bottom of the transcript reads "The US authorities offered a reward of $2000 for the name of the author of the above...but it was never claimed"* a reference to the Manners Street riots?
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Islander, in reply to
Yep, those hymbooks were in Maori too – and geez, I really need a feed of just-caught blue cod!
May you get an unexpected & very fresh cray v. soon good person!
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Islander, in reply to
Woot!
My mother knows a version! (she was 18 when the WW2 ended.)
I'll run this one past her- -
Hebe, in reply to
now I want a feed of crayfish
+2
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Hebe, in reply to
Endearingly filthy and rebellious. Some young punk band should adopt it.
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Chris Waugh, in reply to
Those Marines sure knew how to make friends. Maybe I should pass this on to my ex-Marine colleague?
I don't remember my grandad ever saying anything about the USMC, although he did fight on Guadalcanal, but I do remember him not being favourably disposed towards the US Navy after the captain of the American troop ship that brought him home from Italy sailed into the Manukau Harbour, realised his mistake, then sailed back out and up around Northland before getting the ship to the Waitemata where it was supposed to go.
Of sluts being fucked in alley-ways
Funny how that "keep your filthy foreign hands off our women" attitude pops up in so many different cultures.
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Islander, in reply to
Shit o dear!
Live & learn-
the USMarine Corp hymn is sung to the tune of the “Gendarmes Duet”!!!The words I learned to *that* at school included
"but if we meet a helpless woman
or little boys that do no harm
we run them in, we run them in (rep. again)
because we're the bold gendarmes!" -
Ian Dalziel, in reply to
Olly has left the building…
Endearingly filthy and rebellious.
Some young punk band …Speaking of endearing proto punks, some of you may have heard that Oliver Lindsey Scott (Olly) died in Invercargill on Christmas Day, he was 60 years old.
Christchurch denizens will remember him from Mollett Street and The Gresham, as the founder of the Basket Cases (also known as the Detroit Haemorrhoids, and briefly the OK String Band) members of which went on to form Toy Love, The Playthings, The Bats, The Androidss and The Gordons… Olly was also in The Belle Motions and most recently The Chick Magnets.
He also had a band in the UK, called 69, before he came to NZ for a holiday and stayed… and an album Graffenstadden.He created many fine instruments under the guise of SPOGBAM, the Society for the Promotion of Guitar Butchery And Manufacture, including work on Paul Kean’s bass, a clip together triple neck guitar and the heaviest drum set I have ever had to move regularly, made from heavy gauge steel…
His many talents included recycled denim tailoring, and memorable garments included some made entirely from pockets – not a great garment to misplace something in…
He also self financed and published an authoritative biography of Buster Keaton The Little Iron Man – he spent a lot of time interviewing Keaton’s widow, Eleanor, to get the best details.
He ran the occasional hands-on toy museum for kids (most memorably at the now destroyed Linwood community hall) from his once vast horde of trains and toys…
There is much more to be said I’m sure – feel free to add any recollections.
He is survived by his daughter Dommie.
He will be missed…Roy Colbert has posted a great memorial piece in The ODT called Olly of the shed was one out of the box – with which I have only a few very minor quibbles about veracity…
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Chris Waugh, in reply to
That reminds me of one of my French lecturers at Otago showing us a video in class one day, then pausing and saying, "See that uniform? That's the CRS, which means Compagnie Républicaine pour la Sécurité, stay well away from anybody wearing that uniform". I then seem to remember him saying something vague about seeing something happening at the end of the street, going to check it out, and not appreciating the smell of teargas, but I may be conflating two stories here. Dr Dineen certainly had stories to tell. In any case, he certainly sounded like he'd learned the hard way when he told us to steer clear of the CRS.
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Julie Cross, in reply to
Heh. From the balcony of my old place in North Sydney I remember counting nearly 40 of the buggers during the ‘season’.
Saw this the other day on why so many jacarandas in Sydney: "the true ''mothers'' of thousands of jacaranda trees in the shire were Sister Marg Haxton and her successor Sister Beryl Alice Mullins of the maternity ward at Jacaranda Hospital, Woolooware, who gave saplings to every new mother in the late 1940s, '50s and '60s. But the practice was also common on the north shore, with the Royal North Shore, the Mater, Ryde Hospital and two hospitals in Mosman handing out jacarandas to new mothers for the better part of last century"
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Julie Cross, in reply to
For when the boys come home from overseas
And they gaze on homeland scenes,
Then God help those sons-of-bitches,
The United States marines.Thanks for this Geoff. My grandfather was a US Marine. I don't know the full story but this is one version to insert in the family history.
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Joe Wylie, in reply to
Funny how that "keep your filthy foreign hands off our women" attitude pops up in so many different cultures.
". . . Victory girls. All these schoolgirls from fourteen to fifteen would rush home after school and put on short skirts made out of flags - red, white and blue - and go tarting along St Kilda Road with the GIs and, of course, diggers . . ."
Artist Albert Tucker, in On the Home Front: Melbourne in Wartime: 1939-1945 -
Chris Waugh, in reply to
Ugh, I find the painting in that link really quite abhorrent.
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