Wednesday, 20 November 2013

76. Gestures from the Heart: A Poem*

there are times
soul-bleeding times
for simple healing
gestures from the heart

the innocence of a child
the smile of a loved one
unexpected gifts of friendship

Sophie's Fan
shyly given to the Honourable Mr John

a home-made Valentine's card
"Just so you know you're appreciated in this life"

a piece of pumice from Lake Taupo's shore
"When Taupo and Tauhara are no more then let my love die"

two rocks







one, wrapped in tissue,
a piece of rose quartz
sprinkled with gold and silver stars
a keepsake for the years
and a message inscribed:
Rose Quartz
gentle and soothing
good for fears
aches and pains
and healing broken hearts
(Failing that, it is a pretty slab of rock to stick on your desk)

the other






New Zealand Alpine schist
brought from the Mackinnon Pass
a track beyond my capability
reminder of what might have been
in old friendships rekindled





Lake Taupo pumice beach with Mount Tauhara in the background


Near the top of the Mackinnon Pass on the Milford Track, Fiordland, New Zealand

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*This and two other recent poems have been added to blog 53. Adrift on Poetry (24 September 2012). Other poems are in The Joys and Tears of Love and Passion, blogs 22, 40 and 51 (1st February, 15th March and 3th June 2012 respectively) and blog 54. Dr. Gachet's Blue Eyes (5th November 2012).


Sunday, 17 November 2013

75. Brother and Sister, Worlds Apart: (1) Dead Ducklings, War Canoes, Steel Works and a Leper Settlement

 
Auckland University from Princes Street Gardens
In September 1972 I moved with my young family from London to take up a position at Auckland University in New Zealand where I was employed until my retirement thirty years later. At that time my older sister Elizabeth was in Nigeria where she spent most of her working life with the Church Missionary Society. Both of us wrote regular letters home to my parents in Malvern Link, Worcestershire.

As I indicated in an earlier blog (30. "Love, Death and Letters from My Mother's Hut"), my mother kept our letters. Two siblings could hardly make more diverse career choices and these letters provide, to my mind, an interesting contrast between a thoroughly secular and a thoroughly religious life. So Elizabeth and I have agreed to try and paste together a blog giving some indication of the different things we were writing home about at specific times. I am sure we will find some strange juxtapositions.

We both recognise that we self-censored our letters home as we hid some of the real emotional dramas in our lives. In this 'presentation of selves for parental eyes' we sought both to maintain some of our personal privacy and to protect our parents from too much concern over matters outside their control.

This blog is experimental to see what a mix of extracts from our letters reads like before proceeding with more. We have chosen letters that refer to September and October 1972.The protocol that we have followed in editing these letters is to set mine out in the present typeface (Times) and Elizabeth's letters in Courier. Where we have felt compelled to add a present glossary on the events reported, or some reflection on the memories that they trigger, we have done so by shifting to italics.

Elizabeth wrote home more frequently than I, usually every Sunday, so we will start with excerpts from her letter of September 10th 1972. This was her first term at the Vining Centre in Akure.


E: These letters give an idea of what life in Vining College was like in the time of Cornelius Olowomeye who was the Principal then. There is not much about any teaching but rather taking people to the hospital. That seemed to be my most important role - I was in charge of the College Dispensary which met each morning after chapel (Morning Prayer) which began at 7 am.


September 10th '72

Dear Ma and Daddy,

My ducklings have hatched  at last, but I am not sure if I couldn't have done something to help more of them to have hatched out. There were 12 eggs and 6 of them hatched. One of those died. But it seemed to me that there were babies inside the other eggs but the mother didn't continue sitting on them after the first lot had hatched. Now I have 5 small ducklings to keep an eye on. They never taught us at Foxbury (CMS Training Centre) how to look
after ducks!...

This compound is really like a farmyard. I keep having to go outside to shout at the goats or sheep who will come and eat up all my bushes. Then yesterday I saw that a pair of pigs that often come visiting from the town have had piglets and there are 7 little ones! Just now there are some chickens scratching around under the trees. I haven’t yet done anything much about my garden. I have started a few pots on the veranda and I think I shall concentrate on them. There is a lot of Pride of Barbados all around the house. I think that when Ethel has gone I shall have some of them dug out, because there is not much room for anything else.
With much love,
Elzabeth.

October 1st
We have started the new term this weekend – so all the students are back (or sick and therefore late!) We just have one new woman so far, although we were expecting 3. We nearly didn’t start at all because there was no money. All the Diocese have failed to pay us their grants – but we have managed to loan from Akure District Church Council, enough to buy our food supplies. The Government ought to be paying the cocoa farmers soon and then money will start to circulate again.

Sad news about my ducklings - ALL have died!! Like 10 little nigger boys - 2 drowned, one disappeared in the bush, others I think got pneumonia. So I must start again.


J:

Deepacre Motel, Takapuna, 1st October 1972

Dear Mum and Dad,

Well here we all are in Auckland. The flights went off smoothly and on schedule. The TWA jumbo from Heathrow was half empty so we had plenty of space. It’s an incredible plane with lounges and film shows and the children thoroughly enjoyed it, even though the journey to Los Angeles was eleven hours. We saw quite a lot from the plane – Iceland, icebergs on the sea, the edge of the Arctic, the Canadian Rockies and then the hills and coastline around L.A. It seemed extraordinary to be in the Arctic Circle on a direct journey to New Zealand!

We arrived in Los Angeles at 4pm (their time) and left again in the dark at 9pm. The stop gave us a chance to have a wash and for the children to run around. We then boarded the Air New Zealand DC8 for Auckland. The children were very tired by this time and the plane was full and cramped so we all slept fitfully. After five hours we arrived in Honolulu at midnight Hawaiian time, and stopped for an hour and had a walk. It was stifling hot – it’s on the Tropic of Cancer – with great tall palm trees and ornamental fishponds around the airport.

The last leg of the journey was a further eight hours leaving Honolulu at around 1am and arriving in Auckland at 7.40am NZ time – all very confusing. We were met at the airport by Peter Tillott (my boss) and his two children and taken to their home for breakfast. It was a beautiful sunny morning and the first sight we had of New Zealand as the plane flew in over the islands and beaches around Auckland and over the top of Rangitoto, the volcanic island in the gulf of Hauraki near Auckland, was the most impressive sight we saw on the whole journey.

We reached our motel about 11am but our room wasn’t ready so we went for a walk on Takapuna beach. The children kept going remarkably well considering how little sleep they had – Stuart only about four hours since Tuesday night in England. About 5pm we all went to bed and slept for thirteen hours or so. We have all adjusted to the time change but Pat and I still feel we are on an aeroplane! Since we arrived we have been taking it easy, exploring some of the beaches and generally getting our bearings.

I am sorry it was such a rush at Heathrow but we were very glad to have you all there even for so short a time.

Love from us all, Pat, John, Stuart, Sacha and Lewis.

I have always been the kind of traveller who likes to know in advance the topography of anywhere I am going so had studied maps of Auckland in some detail. As our flight  approached I recognised the layout of the city but the early morning sunlight throwing light and shadow over the islands of the gulf, and the sparkle of the calm sea below, made my introduction to New Zealand a magically exciting one. One that in retrospect I rate triple A+. [A+ for anticipation; A+ for the actual experience; A+ for the pleasure of recall ages later.] With travel, as with romance, work, dining out and many other things, you can have three bites of the cherry. But as you age triple A+ experiences, like triple A+ banks these days, are harder to find, so I keep a good store of them in my long term memory bank.


4th October
We are still in our motel but will be moving shortly to a house we have rented for the next few months. Our address will be 168B Seaview Road, Milford, Auckland. We started looking for somewhere on Tuesday and were fortunate to find the one we did. There are plenty of properties available for buying but few for renting.

The house is at the top of a hill overlooking the beach and sea at Milford and is about seven miles from the city centre on what is called “The North Shore”. The beach is about five minutes walk downhill (over a rickety bridge, subsequently demolished) and about ten minutes coming up! As soon as we found the house we went to the local school – Campbells Bay Primary – to see the Headmaster. Stuart and Sacha started yesterday and are settling in.

Shortly after we had agreed to rent the house in Seaview Road an ex-LSE staff member who is now at Auckland University phoned to ask how we were getting on. He and his wife are New Zealanders but they have worked abroad for the last ten years and came back here last January. It transpired that their house was in the same area as Seaview Road and that their two children, a boy aged 6 and a girl aged 5, went to Campbell's Bay School! So yesterday when we picked our two up at  the school we went back to their house and the children all got introduced. Schools here start at 8.45am and the five year olds finish at 2.30pm, the rest at 3.00pm. This means there is a lot of time after school for going to the beach or playing and the older children all seem to play tennis after school. It’s hardly rained since we came and has been pleasantly warm, but we are assured it’s not always so dry.

I have been in to the university on and off but will really start on Monday next when the children will be at school and we shall be settled in the rented house.


E:
October 8th
It was good to get your letter earlier in the week telling of John and Pat's departure to N.Z. It seems that our family get-togethers are often at Heathrow airport! I am sorry that I wasn't there to complete the gathering.

We have started the new term. I was exhausted by Friday! The teaching timetable is not very heavy - although since all the lessons are 'new' there is a good deal of preparation. But things like 'needlework' take up a bit of time, because the women are both helpless and also demanding attention. The first week is the worst - getting them all started on new things - deciding what they want to make and getting them cut out. I gave 5 of them 5 yards of material to cut into 5 pieces to make tablecloths with. It was like a market in minutes. The last piece was only 35" long and no-one would take it!!!
 
...Then one small girl cut her head open on a stone - not a big cut - but a lot of blood and a hysterical mother. Last night one baby woudn't sleep but cried ... so I was woken at 3.15am to diagnose ... probably worms or eaten too much. I gave 1/4 Aspirin in water and the baby slept off!! But I can't say that I did - at least not properly.

October 15th.
Most of the women seem to be pregnant this term - or to have children under a year. We are hoping to have a session on Family Planning this term - but it is a bit late as far as most of them are concerned.
 
J:
Milford, 18th October
Thank you both for your letters with all the news of your busy Harvest Festival. We still aren’t used to the idea that it’s spring here and that in two months the children will break up for the summer holiday. Teaching has already finished at the University and the students are now busily engaged with exams. I am fairly well settled in to my job now and am gradually getting round meeting people in the University and in the business community in Auckland. I am the first person appointed at the University to a post in Business Studies so most people are rather intrigued as to what I am going to do. At the same time it means that there is plenty of opportunity for new ideas. In due course the University is setting up a Department of Business Studies but so far has not been able to fill the vacant Chair.

We are slowly beginning to sort out the various areas where we might like to live permanently and to drive around to look at some of the houses available. The main thing is to be reasonably near to the primary school and, if possible, to a beach and yet not too far from the University. Most people here think that 1/2 an hour’s commuting is a long way! It’s a nice change from driving an hour each way to High Wycombe and back. Where we are now takes about 20 minutes from door to door.

The first week we were here the weather was marvellous but last week was very wet and when it rains it rains. So on Saturday we took the children to a museum in Auckland that had a lot of Maori and Polynesian articles in it. These included a Maori war canoe 82 feet long, many Maori woodcarvings and replicas of the traditional buildings in their villages, as well as actual fishing boats of different kinds from all over the South Pacific – Melanesia, the New Hebrides, Rarotonga, the Sandwich Islands and places I had never heard of before. There were also headdresses and cloaks worn by chiefs on special occasions (like war!) including some made of birds’ feathers.

We’ve hardly been out of Auckland so far although last week I went to the NZ Steel Co about 30 miles south of Auckland – right out in the country – and saw steel being poured – very spectacular, like a firework display.

E:
October 22nd
One student delivered a baby boy this week - on Thursday. It was unexpected as far as I was concerned because I hadn't realised that that student was due so soon. And neither she nor her husband had prepared a thing for the new baby!! So suddenly we had to go shopping. They hadn't even got S.T.'s, olive oil, nappies or a razor blade - as required by the hospital. Part of the trouble was that they had no money to buy them - but partly I felt it was just thoughtlessness for they have 2 other children and they had left all the old nappies and baby clothes at home.
 
I had a letter from John. They seem to be settling in very quickly. I should think that New Zealand is a nice place.

What a pity that May Panter didn't enjoy the guitar music. I doubt if she would approve of our lyrics with drumming and dancing and even clapping that go with it in our Chapel! In fact I can think of quite a lot of things she wouldn't approve of in this place! Babies puddles in the classroom... even on the table..!! How you get over the importance of basic cleanliness to Yoruba women I don't know.

October 29th.
I discovered that the one week old baby was very jaundiced and had a large 'haematoma' on the head - so we took it to the hospital for a check-up. They saw a doctor who precribed phenobarb and an injection of paraldyhyde. Mrs Treadgold and I went into town and looked round part of the Oba's palace and she bought some writing paper etc. She is a very 'lively' person - and very nice indeed - but much nicer when she relaxes and doesn't talk too loudly.

We went to Idaure in the afternoon on Sat and visited the Vicar there and his wife. Then we came back for the evening service and I was called out to take the same baby again to the hospital. It was admitted. Then we went on to Ann's for supper.

After the morning communion service the father came to say that the baby had died in the night. I don't really know what was the matter unless it was chronically anaemic, or had some infection. Very sad. The parents were very controlled, but weeping. The students made a box and they buried the baby in St. David's churchyard.

We went to the Leper Settlement this morning and greeted the folk there. Mrs T. had never seen anything like our Leper Settlement - and it is pretty ghastly. One poor man is very sick there - with tetanus I think .... but they won't admit a leper into the hospital and it seems they don't get any medicine except for their leprosy pills. I fear he will die soon - but I will go and tell them in the Health Office in the morning tomorrow.


... This evening we had a session of plays in the hall in honour of our guest. It was great fun and went off very happily with men dressed as women in the men's play and vice versa in the women's play. All a great laugh.

Lots of love,
Elizabeth.

 


Friday, 15 November 2013

74. The Archaeology of A Box: (2) Self-Portrait

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73. The Archaeology of a Box: (1) Children's Drawings, Paintings and Cards.

[For introduction see blog 71]

I opened the box. At the top was a scroll of children’s drawings and paintings. The largest of these was Kate and Harriet's ‘Welcome Home’ poster of Winnie-the-Pooh characters to mark my return from six months in London in 1985.

Welcome Home - Kate and Harriet
Also in the scroll was Harriet's colourful five-in-the-bed, painted when she was four and her mother and I had been living together for nearly a year. Harriet never explained why there were five in the bed so we assumed her Dad and I were both cuddled in there with her mother, sister Kate and her.

Five in the Bed - Harriet 
And then more of Kate and Harriet's drawings:

Self Portrait - Kate

 
unattributed

Christopher Robin - Harriet

In the next layer were home-made Father’s Day, birthday cards and Christmas cards with childish drawings and cute messages from Stuart, Sacha and Lewis:


So much life in such a little box and I have scarcely started.

Wednesday, 13 November 2013

72. Vignettes of Family Life in New Zealand: (1) Summer 1973/4

Lewis, Sacha and Stuart in the garden at Sunnybrae Road, Takapuna

[For the origin of the letters drawn upon here see blog 30. Love, Death and Letters from My Mother's Hut (4th February 2012); see also blog 26. This Day in 1973 (20th January 2012)]

Takapuna, Auckland, 15th November 1973
Dear Mum and Dad,
    Thank you for your letter of October 30th. You all sound very busy. We have started to repeat last year's activities - we took the children to a local fireworks display (Lewis hated it and hid away from all the bangs and announced when we got home that next year he wasn't going to go!) and on the same afternoon we saw a number of special children's entertainments - authentic Punch and Judy with Lancashire accents, a Maori song and dance group, a Scottish pipe band all in Black Watch Tartan, and drum majorettes a la U.S.A. - it's nothing if not multicultural here. Stuart had a ride on a miniature Japanese motor bike and was very thrilled. Sacha has also now learnt to ride her two wheeler bicycle so the three of them go riding off round the neighbourhood with Lewis on his trike.

Whananaki South, Northland, 16th December 1973
    ...it's a pity you can't be here! For the last three weeks the weather has been really warm and sunny. On Saturday we drove up from Auckland to Whananaki. It may not be on your maps but is about fifteen miles north of Whangarei on the east coast, between Tutukaka and Whangaruru Harbour. It is a lovely quiet spot on an estuary. One of my colleagues at the University has a bach (or beach house) here and has lent it to us for a week. There is also a caravan on the site and Stuart and Lewis are sleeping in it. The bach can only be reached at low tide since part of the road is on the bank of the estuary so you can imagine how isolated it is. When the tide is in the water comes right up to the bank just outside our window and there is also a lovely sandy beach a short walk away over the sand dunes.

The dairy (groceries etc) is opposite but although there is a footbridge it is quite a long walk round. This morning, therefore, we rowed across the estuary to get the milk. The wind was blowing so it was quite hard work - in fact where it was shallow it was quicker to get out and pull the boat instead of rowing. Stuart has been learning to swim in the calmer waters of the estuary because the ocean beach has a lot of surf. There are also quite a lot of birds, especially fantails, sand pipers and larks as well as seagulls...
    The two railway engine books for Lewis' birthday arrived safely thank you very much. He had a little party for about half a dozen of his friends and he enjoyed himself very much...
    Hope you are wintering well - all we hear of the British news is full of gloom - prices continuing to rise, little petrol, a rail go-slow, trouble in the coal mines etc etc. There is no petrol rationing here yet but everyone is expecting it after the Christmas holidays. Happy Christmas and New Year to you all, Lots of Love, Pat, John, Stuart, Sacha and Lewis.

9th January 1974
    The oil shortage has had little impact here so far. There is no problem in buying petrol and the price has not gone up - still about 50c a gallon for 'super'. There is an overall speed limit now of 50 mph in order to conserve fuel and it has made driving much more pleasant and, apparently, reduced the number of road accidents.
    Thank you for the Percy Thrower gardening book, it will be very useful. This week we have just eaten our first cabbage and beetroot from Pat's vegetable patch and very good they were. Our tomatoes are also coming along well and we also have a few potatoes and cucumbers in and some rhubarb. The fruit trees are still very small and won't produce much this year - just a few apples and peaches.
    On the Thursday after Christmas we went off again, this time to Hamilton where we stayed for a week. It was a good centre for tripping around in the car. We went, as you guessed, to the Waitomo Caves, had a day at Rotorua which was very impressive, went to Te Aroha and up to the top of Mount Te Aroha on a rickety old bus, spent a day at the seaside at Raglan... Hamilton itself had some lovely parks as well as the Waikato River running through - we went on a river trip too. The highlights for the children seemed to be riding on the model railway at Victoria Park, Hamilton and watching the tele at the house we rented!
    Sacha and Stuart are writing separately to thank you for their Christmas presents. Lewis was very pleased with his book. He can't read yet but he sits down with it and either makes up his own story on the basis of the pictures or repeats in his own words whatever he can remember of stories that have been read to him.

7th February 1974
    Yesterday was a public holiday here - Waitangi Day, now for the first time New Zealand Day, commemorating the signing of the Treaty of Waitangi in 1840. After breakfast we all went off to Waitangi in the Bay of Islands (about 150 miles north) along with thousands of others to see or hear the celebrations. We sat up on the treaty house grounds and watched Britannia come up into the harbour past Russell. A large Maori war canoe, paddled by 80 or so warriors, went out from Waitangi to the side of Britannia and then escorted the Queen's launch back to the wharf. Then there was a pageant and a concert and speeches from the Queen and Mr Kirk*. Unfortunately, although we could hear, we couldn't see very much since there was a very big crowd and very little organisation - one of those occasions where you see more if you stay home and watch it on the tele! Nevertheless it was fun to be there and the children, Sacha and Stuart, got a glimpse of all the Royals. Lewis wasn't very interested, got tired, didn't like the guns that kept popping off from the New Zealand frigates, but thought the Rolls Royce car was smashing.
    Holidays are over now and the children back at school... Both Stuart and Sacha have learned to swim as a result of their ten lessons in the school swimming pool. Stuart swims really well and can do a width without trouble either on his front or back. Sacha gets along but very frantically and has to stand up and take a breath at regular intervals. We are very pleased that they have made such quick progress as there is so much you can do here once you have confidence in the water. Even Lewis is ducking his head under to see what it is like and trying out a little surfing when we go to the beach. He's so brown that Sacha says he looks like a Maori!
    Our two little peach trees have produced one large peach between them so we will probably pick it this weekend and have 1/5th each! Our citrus trees, in spite of the very hot weather, have lots of little lemons and oranges coming along so we should be well provided for the winter with fresh fruit.
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* Norman Kirk, Prime Minister of New Zealand from 1972 to his sudden death, aged 51, in August 1974.


Monday, 11 November 2013

71. The Archaeology of a Box: Introduction




Writing about the blue monkeys of Akrotiri (blog 70) reminded me again how fraught it is to interpret the past through the ideas of the present and the surviving artefacts of another age, time and place.

As I have moved during the course of my life from place to place, country to country, relationship to relationship, I have accumulated many mementoes of happy times. When I moved to live on my own in Milford in 2000 I packed all these mementoes away in a heavy-duty carton that I had kept for many years. It once contained Royal Doulton china and was stamped with that company’s trade marks and the Royal Appointment logo 1978.

One day, in a nostalgic frame of mind, I lifted the box down from the top shelf of the study cupboard where it was stored. It was heavier than I remembered - and I was older and feebler. I had to rest it on my shoulder, then carry it across the room to sit on the stool beside my desk.

I will delve down into the archaeology of this box in a number of future blogs and show you some of my treasure trove of mementos. When I opened it in Milford all those ten or so years ago I started to pile everything onto my desk. At the top were cards, drawings, tapes, photographs (some chucked in higgledy piggledy upside down still in their display frames) - a cornucopia of bits and pieces.

Below this layer were letters collected in bundles and stuffed into large brown envelopes addressed to me in Hawaii and London. Unfortunately these fat packages, which I hastily pulled out but didn’t open, slid from the top of the pile of memorabilia mounting up on my desktop and pushed a vase, top heavy with pens and pencils and letter openers, onto the steel base of the stool. The vase smashed. I looked at the pieces lying on the floor and berated myself for my aging clumsiness. It was a souvenir bought in Hollywood.

I stooped down, gathered up the fragments and pieced together the inscription. It was a Snoopy vase made in Japan*, decorated with Peanuts characters blowing kisses to each other in the shape of red hearts and a message, also in red, “Love is what it’s all about!” I put the pieces in a plastic bag and back into the box in the meantime, but I knew I would never bother to repair it. When I’m dead one of the children going through my things can discover the china shards, play at archaeologist and wonder what story they might tell.




 *Japan not China; that tells you something of its age.

Sunday, 10 November 2013

70. The Blue Monkeys of Akrotiri

Detail from Blue Monkey Dance Party (2007)

The 2007 watercolour painting from which these monkeys are taken is titled Blue Monkey Dance Party and is one of two inspired by a visit in 1998 to the excavations at the prehistoric settlement of Akrotiri on the Mediterranean island of Thera (the classical name) - now better known officially as Thira or Santorini.
 
The ruins of Akrotiri that have been excavated include the Minoan city of c.1650 to 1500 BC though the site was continually inhabited from around 4500 BC. A massive volcanic eruption in the 17th century BC obliterated every trace of human activity on Thera for hundreds of years and created the astonishing volcanic cliff tops on which the Santorini towns of Fira and Oia now so dramatically sit.
 
The paintings found on the walls of Minoan houses excavated in Akrotiri are among the earliest examples of large-scale decorative art work in Europe. I was particularly taken with the lively energetic frescoes with blue monkeys in them.
 
Fresco of Blue Monkeys (Thera c.1500 BC)
There has been some speculation among historians of the ancient world as to the social and cultural significance of these monkeys. The monkeys were indigenous to Egypt and may have been taken to Thera as gifts or as pets. Alex III, in a Historum discussion forum, points out that some historians have placed these monkeys 'in a purely religious or cultural context, with the monkeys acting as a sort of mystical intermediary between the real world and the divine.' He traces the different strands of these arguments but concludes that, in his opinion 'art for the sake of art' is as good an explanation as any.

It was the art work that took my interest rather than any mystical baggage that might be associated with it. I particularly liked the idea of taking a drawing made by some unknown Minoan artist over three and a half thousand years ago and breathing new life into it. The Akrotiri fresco monkeys danced for me so I gave them a dance party to enjoy and then extended the idea by changing their colouring to red for a ragtime number.



For the original artist to imagine that his (or her?) frescoed monkeys might resurface millennia later in a part of the world he/she would never have known existed would be like me imagining that, in some future millennium, my paintings would be excavated by visitors from an inconceivable planet.