Capture: Roamin' Holiday
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Hebe, in reply to
the pieces fall together
See Cat thread pic :-} gone a bit Burroughs on it these days.
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Hebe,
Deleted - Change of mind.
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Another What I Did In the Holidays story; fossiking in the folders of old school reports/ship menus/leaflets in the great Richmond Traders antique store near Nelson, I came across the original typed lyrics + transcript of the "New Zealand version of the US Marine's Hymn" c1942. Very scatological language and embittered sentiments and a corner of military history which has been largely overlooked. If folk are interested, I could post it here.
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So this must be in Australia then? Have not seen Jacaranda Trees anywhere in this country. Or do they grow up north?
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Joe Wylie, in reply to
If folk are interested, I could post it here.
You got me.
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Islander, in reply to
Ditto, Geoff-
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Hebe, in reply to
The colour of a jacaranda is repulsively Dame Edna to me. Startling but unpleasant to my eye. I have seen them in Christchurch but can't think where; Brightonish maybe?
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Hebe, in reply to
Bless you volunteers
And from me.
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Islander, in reply to
There's at least one at Moeraki in Otago, which has an interesting micro-climate and much odd flora...ex-whaling port with Europeans planting things from their travels quite early on (from mid-1830s.)
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Joe Wylie, in reply to
The colour of a jacaranda is repulsively Dame Edna to me.
Heh. From the balcony of my old place in North Sydney I remember counting nearly 40 of the buggers during the 'season'. A lot of Australians, the kind that think that Nullarbor's an Aboriginal word, are under the impression that it's a native. It's South American.
Wattles are quintessential Dame Edna for me, what with Wattle Day and all:
Behold the golden wattle
Symbol of our land
You can stick it in a bottle
You can hold it in your hand -
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.
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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-
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