Monday, 4 August 2014

107. Cricket, lovely cricket...



Lord Kitchener (with guitar) leads a group of West Indian fans onto Lords after victory in the 1950 Test Match (copyright - caribbean-beat.com)

From my boyhood I was obsessed by cricket. I don't know exactly why or how the obsession started. My first recollection of a cricket match is in the summer of 1947 when I was six or seven. We were living in Cambridge while my Dad studied at Ridley Hall, the theological college. Dad kept wicket for the college team and Mum took Elizabeth and I to see one of his matches. As he came in from fielding I ran out to meet him and walked back with him, proudly carrying his huge (to me at that age) wicket-keeping gloves.

I don't remember playing cricket myself when we lived in Cambridge though I was an ace at bicycle football played in the back streets. Maybe my first games were family games on holidays or on the grass behind our home in Odd Down Bath where we moved in 1948.  It was certainly there that I endlessly practiced batting and bowling against the adjacent school wall so that by the time I went to Wells Cathedral Junior School to discuss my 1949 admission there I was keen to display my forward defensive shot to the headmaster Mr Hall.

It was as a boarder at Wells in the summer of 1950 that I would have played in a proper cricket team for the first time and received some formal coaching. There too that I learned to play 'book cricket". All that I needed to play this was a pencil, some paper and a ruler to create a facsimile of a page from a cricket scorebook, the batting side at the top and the bowlers used below. Then I would select two cricket teams from my favourite players, include myself in one of them, and create a table of equivalencies between letters of the alphabet and cricket runs and wickets. Thus, for example, common letters like 'e' or 't' might be 'dot balls' (0) whereas rarer ones like 'q' or 'z' might be 'out stumped' or '4 leg byes'. The final stage was to open a book at random and start the first innings of the game at the beginning of a paragraph, entering the scores to the batting side and each ball's outcome to the bowling analysis. With judicious construction of the alphabet equivalencies, innings outcomes could be in a range appropriate to five day cricket tests - 200 to 450. After a number of games had been played I could analyse the batting and bowling averages of my players - I became a right little Wisden!*

I spent hours playing book cricket. I had presumed I picked up the game from another boy at school but Wikipedia has alerted me to the fact that a version of book cricket appeared in the UK in 1950 in the very first issue of the comic Eagle**. Since this was immediately my favourite comic back then, it is possible I, or one of my school friends, had picked up the game there. Nowadays there is a similar version of book cricket that is popular with children in India, Pakistan and Sri Lanka, plus a number of boxed game sets for purchase and elaborate online versions (I don't play any of them I hasten to add - not yet anyway!). Book cricket, like another of the simple paper and pencil games of my childhood, Battleships***, is now a market commodity.



Among my favourite players in my book cricket sides were the three "W"s, the West Indian batsmen, Worrell, Weekes and Walcott. They too, along with Dan Dare, came into my life in 1950. As did Len Hutton****, England's opening batsman, who held the world record test match score of 364, made against Australia in 1938 and scored 202 not out at The Oval in the 1950 series against the West Indians. I set my mind on being an opening batsman, which I was for most of my cricketing career.

I still remember the famous calypso song, Cricket, lovely cricket and the names of the two West Indian bowlers, Ramadhin and Valentine who were celebrated in it, but have had to refer to Google to see exactly which West Indian tour of England made it so famous. It was written after the Lords Test Match of the 1950 tour. [For the full song go to YouTube: www.youtube.com/watch?v=06P0RdZyjT4.] I must have heard this on the radio, which would have been my only source of live cricket matches; by then I was an avid listener to test match games and the incomparable John Arlott's measured and laid back ball by ball commentaries.

That 1950s test series made me aware that cricket, as played and watched by West Indians, was a lively and fun experience. Indeed, I now see that this particular series is given major significance in the cultural history of the sport. Here are some extracts from an article by Garry Steckles in the 100th issue of the Caribbean Airlines magazine, CaribbeanBeat
...the words that captured the true significance of that match, and of the far-reaching impact it would have, come just before the end:
West Indies was feeling homely, Their audience had them happy, When Washbrook’s century had ended, West Indies voices all blended, Hats went in the air, People shout and jump without fear, So at Lord’s was the scenery, It bound to go down in history 
“People shout and jump without fear.” 
It’s hard to believe, almost 60 years later, given that West Indian cricket fans have spent much of those six decades shouting and jumping, that their exuberance in London that day was noteworthy enough to be immortalised in the words of what would become the most famous cricket song of them all.
But this was 1950 and this was England, an almost exclusively white, implacably racist and thoroughly conservative society. And this was cricket, where spectator appreciation was traditionally limited to restrained clapping, or, if the occasion was truly special, perhaps a murmured, “Well played, old chap.”
And this was a bunch of black people, in the hallowed home of cricket, jumping and shouting the way they would have done in Jamaica, Trinidad or Barbados. And doing it all, as the song tells us, without fear. This was something England had never experienced before: it was the first recorded instance of a group of immigrants expressing themselves in their own way, in public, and in any substantial numbers.
In the words of the late John Arlott, the revered English cricket broadcaster and writer, the West Indies, with that one win, had “established themselves as a major cricketing power”. Just as significantly, as Arlott also wrote, “above all, the West Indian supporters created an atmosphere of joy such as Lord’s had never known before”. The lofty Times newspaper described West Indian supporters as providing “a loud commentary on every ball” and, after the last English wicket had fallen, invading the field armed with “guitar-like instruments.”
... Decades later, (Lord) Kitchener would share his memories about what happened at Lord’s, and, later, in the heart of London, Piccadilly Circus: “After we won the match, I took my guitar and I call a few West Indians, and I went around the cricket field singing. And I had an answering chorus behind me and we went around the field singing and dancing. So, while we’re dancing, up come a policeman and arrested me. And while he was taking me out of the field, the English people boo him. They said, ‘Leave him alone! Let him enjoy himself. They won the match, let him enjoy himself.’ And he had to let me loose, because he was embarrassed. “So I took the crowd with me, singing and dancing, from Lord’s into Piccadilly in the heart of London. And while we’re singing and dancing going into Piccadilly, the people opened their windows wondering what’s happening. I think it was the first time they’d ever seen such a thing in England. And we’re dancing Trinidad style, like mas, and dance right down Piccadilly and dance round Eros.” They were dancing in the Caribbean, too. Public holidays were declared in Jamaica and Barbados, and the celebrations continued when the West Indies went on to prove Lord’s was no fluke, winning the next two Tests, at Trent Bridge and the Oval, by ten wickets and an innings and 56 runs respectively.
Valentine and Ramadhin took a staggering 59 wickets between them in the four Tests, 33 for Valentine and 26 for Ramadhin. The series was also notable for the feats of Worrell, Weekes and Walcott, the Barbadians who would be immortalised as the Three Ws. The triumphant tourists sailed back to the West Indies in September 1950, leaving behind a country that may have seemed, on the surface, to be the same as the one they’d arrived in a few months earlier. But, almost imperceptibly, England had changed. Immigrants had found their voice, a sporting triumph had given them a vehicle to express themselves, “without fear”, and that voice was not about to be silenced. [Read the original article at: http://caribbean-beat.com/issue-100/triumph-calypso-cricket#ixzz38vPvvV5R]
(It is worth noting that the first Notting Hill carnival was not until 1965, when West Indian steelband music was played on London streets for the first time. Now established as an annual festival celebrated over 3 days of the August Bank Holiday weekend, and the second largest street carnival in the world, the carnival has a history rooted in racial tension between white fascist Brits and established immigrant communities - there were race riots in Notting Hill in 1959, more in 1976 and subsequent years, most recently in 2008.)

The other test matches that I distinctly recall from my schoolboy years are those of the 1953 Ashes series between England and Australia. I made a scrapbook of newspaper cuttings from that series which I kept until the 2000s when I discarded it during one of my house moves. This was a five match series where the first four tests were drawn and England won the last test, at The Oval, to reclaim the Ashes after losing them in 1934. It was that fifth test that remains most vividly in my memory, especially the bowling of Jim Laker and Tony Lock, who took nine wickets between them in Australia's second innings of 162, and Dennis Compton hitting the winning boundary.

Denis Compton
Dennis Compton hitting winning runs in Oval Test, 1953; this photo appeared in one of the papers with the caption, as best I can recall it, of "Oh, Dennis, where was your Brylcreem?" Photo: copyright Getty Images

Denis Compton, the face of Brylcreem after the war
Dennis Compton in 1950 Brylcreem ad; copyright Wisden
I played a lot of cricket myself over many years from my schooldays on - school sides, club sides, college sides - but I will bore you elsewhere with my personal cricketing history. Suffice to say my interest in cricket didn't die when I stopped playing it. I taught and wrote about it too as part of my academic work at Auckland University, notably in a stage three Bachelor of Commerce paper on 'Business and Culture' and in a paper I taught on 'The Sociology of Sport' for the Sports Science degree. These lectures also provided a framework for the segment "What do they know of cricket who only cricket know?" and the chapter Sport:"It is not like American business, it is American business" in my book Business and the Culture of the Enterprise Society (Westport, Connecticut, Quorum Books, 1993. For an outline go to www.questia.com and enter the book title).

"What do they know of cricket who only cricket know?"
While the West Indians had a major impact on the way in which cricket was played, they did not initiate major changes to the game itself. These have come from two conflicting directions, one the cultural contexts in which cricket has developed in different countries, the other the international pressures to commercialise the game and make it more compatible with the needs of a television audience. In the latter category are the development of the one day game and, more recently, theTwentyTwenty version.

Wholesale cultural changes to cricket are less well known. Two forms of cricket that have diverged significantly from the traditional game are those in Micronesia and Polynesia. The first is that played in the Melanesian Trobriand Islands and was the subject of a 53 minute film made by anthropologist Jerry Leach in 1975. Here is a nine minute fifty second excerpt from it: www.youtube.com/watch?v=0jTP7a910dU. (If you have trouble downloading this clip you will find it, and other selections from the Jerry Leach film, by googling Trobriand Cricket Videos.)

The second is Kilikiti, a form of the game played in Samoa and throughout much of Polynesia; see: www.youtube.com/watch?v=sXarwBuVKR0 and search also for other Samoan cricket videos.

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* Wisden, the "Bible of Cricket", is the cricketers' almanac published annually in the UK since 1864.

** Eagle. This comic, founded by Marcus Morris, an Anglican vicar from Lancashire, has an interesting history; check it out on Google.

*** Battleships. Fond memories of playing this with Kate and Harriet (pencil and paper version) when holed up for a rainy day in our campervan at a beautiful camp ground in Sarlat, France.



**** I was born in Edinburgh on the 23rd June 1940. I googled Len Hutton just now and discovered that he was born on 23rd June 1916 in The Fulneck Moravian Settlement established in Pudsey, Leeds, in 1744. Curiously, just three nights ago Sharon and I were watching Martin Scorsese's 2011 documentary film 'George Harrison: Living in the Material World' and discovered that the 'fifth Beatle', Stuart Sutcliffe, was also born in Edinburgh on 23rd June 1940.








Saturday, 26 July 2014

106. Vignettes of Family Life in New Zealand (8), Summer 1982-83: Horse Riding in Eketahuna and a Milford Track Washout




42 Point View Drive, R.D.1 Papatoetoe, 21st November 1982
    Dear Mum and Dad,
    ...Sacha (aged 15) has been in the wars lately. Two Saturdays ago she went for a ride on Fritz, one of Jo Macleod's horses, out at Coatesville - I think she wrote to tell you how excited she was at the possibility of having an opportunity to ride on a regular basis. Unfortunately Fritz was a bit more than she could handle and took off. Sacha tried to slide off but got kicked on the nose as she did so. Jo was there and got her to the North Shore Accident and Emergency Dept. From there they transferred her to Middlemore Hospital, which is between Otahuhu and Papatoetoe, and I met her there at the A & E when the ambulance arrived from the North Shore. She had broken her nose and cut it badly. They operated to re-set the nose and stitched her up - about a dozen stitches and then kept her in until the Monday morning. She came and stayed here for the rest of the week. On Thursday of that week she had some of the stitches out and Thursday this week the rest of the stitches and the plaster removed. They have made a lovely job on the cuts and that won't show in a month or two but she still has a bump at the tip of her nose and may want to have it re-set when she has finished growing. She is a bit self-conscious about it but I think it really looks OK and she may forget all about it in a few months. In the meantime it is very tender and has interrupted her revision for the School Certificate exams which started last Wednesday for her and Stuart. If Sacha doesn't do well she will probably be able to get an aegrotat because of her accident.

18th December 1982
    Dear Mum and Dad,
    I don't know if this will reach you in time  to wish you a Happy Christmas. I will try and ring you anyway on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day but won't count on getting through as the available lines are always pretty packed at this time of year.
    Sacha and Lewis (aged 13) are here making paper chains and decorating the living room. Stuart (16) is still at Rothesay Bay (his Mum Pat's house) and will take Pat to the airport next Wednesday when she goes off for her holiday in China. Then he will come here for Christmas. Kim is coming to Christmas lunch too - she was very pleased to receive your card. Last Monday was her 30th birthday (Dec 13th) so we went out to dinner and saw the film 'E.T' which I think you would probably enjoy.
    We will be walking the Milford Track from 11th-15th January and will probably leave Auckland around New Year's Day. Sacha's farm holiday is at Eketahuna from 6th to 20th January - she hasn't been the least put off horses by her accident so everyone is getting excited at the prospects of their holiday. I have bought some tramping boots and am trying to break them in without getting too many blisters. I also bought a tent so that, along with Stuart's, we will be able to camp when we are away. Heather and Tony (neighbours) have gone away this week so we are looking after the chickens and the cats for them and have a free offer of the use of their spa pool which will be handy if it keeps on as hot as it is at present.
    Lots of love from us all,
    John, Sacha and Lewis xxx

27th December 1982
   Dear Grandma and Grandad,
   Thank you very much for the 5 pounds you sent for Christmas. It paid for the last of my presents and also there was enough left to buy myself a new pair of summer jandals. At the moment we are staying with Dad and we're not doing much so Lewis and I decided to write letters. Yesterday we went to the races at Ellerslie which was really good fun. I took 12 dollars and came back with 6. Kim lost about $4, Stuart about $2 and dad only lost a couple of dollars as well. Kim has been staying with us for 4 days and she's so funny. She's so clumsy and is always knocking things over or breaking things. I'm really exaggerating but she's good fun anyway.
   We all had a lovely Christmas and got some fantastic presents. I got a beautiful greenstone heart on a silver chain from dad and a poodle ornament on a velvet stand, Lewis gave me a poster of a dog and cat and a jewellry box he made at Woodwork filled with chocolates, from Stuart I got two erasable pens, from Kim I got a really nice cookbook and a mug with my name on it, from Mary's sister Anita we all got a bag and a big beach towel to match. Lewis and Stuart got schoolbags and I got a kind of small bag that can be used for everything. Our xmas dinner was beautiful as well and afterwards I felt so full I could hardly move.
   In 4 days we are heading for our holiday. I'm so excited about riding again. I may be a bit nervous in the beginning but I hope it won't be for too long.
   Tonight we are going to the Trotting at Alexandra Park. I've only got $6 left so I hope I win at least $4.50 so I can bet a $1 on each race. Tomorrow I am going to get my hair permed again. Last week I worked in Anita's salon and earned $50 so she said I could get my hair done free. I want a frizzy perm which will last for a couple of months at least.
   The weather has been beautiful today although it is quite windy. We all played tennis this morning - Dad won all his games against each of us. I beat Kim, Stuart, Lewis and I drew and Kim beat Stuart. Stuart never usually plays tennis so all in all he did some rather good shots. At the moment Kim's doing some washing. You see at lunch time she wanted Dad to pour her a glass of coke, not realizing her glass had some lime in it. She flicked it out towards dad and it went all over him. We just couldn't stop laughing, now she has to wash his clothes.
   Oh well I hope you had a wonderful christmas and have a happy new year also.
   Please write soon, we'll be home by then.
   Lots of love
   Sacha
   xx

   Dear Grandma and Grandad
   Thank you for the 5 pounds you sent us for christmas, by the way I hope you had a good Christmas I know I certainly did. . This year we were at Dad's for christmas day and woke him up early. From Sacha I got a game called Yahtzee, from Stuart I got a model plane kitset and some stamps. From dad I got 2 papermate pens and dads old stamp album with all his stamps in it. From Kim I got a mug with my name on it and a book and from Mary's sister Anita a school bag and a beach towel.
   We had lots of christmas goodies to eat, we had turkey, ham, cake and lots of other nice food. After our christmas dinner I felt that I would burst I was so full. On (monday 27th dec) yesterday dad took us to the horse racing at Ellerslie it was an all day thing I was losing money at first but at the end of the day I walked out 3 dollars richer than I had been. Tonight we are going to the trots at Alexandra Park I hope to win some more.
   I am getting more and more excited about going down to the South Island as it is only 5 days away. Today we saw a programme on T.V about the milford track which we are walking it said in some places it was -13 degrees. I'll have to take lots of warm clothes to keep me warm.
   I got a new tennis racket which improves my playing a lot. This morning we all played tennis for about 1hr and a 1/2.
   1983 I will be at college. It's called Rangitoto.
   Dads next door neighbours are away on holiday so we feed there cats and chickens. They let us use their spa pool we go in it on most nights in the dark.
   On rainy days we play lots of board games which dad nearly always wins. In NZ around xmas there has been lots of floods which we heard on the TV news alot. Also on the news we heard that the Milford Track had 244 milimetres of rain which is a quarter of its yearly rain I hope it doesn't rain that much when we are there I know we'll have a really good time there.
   Lots of love from Lewis.

27th January 1983
   Dear Mum and Dad,
   I am sitting in the kitchen on a gorgeous summer day - blue sky everywhere and hardly a breath of wind - the grass on the bank is about three feet high and there are red hot pokers and agapanthus poking up through it. It is hard to believe that it has been a very disappointing summer weatherwise. Indeed our South Island trip was a complete washout, almost. We went to Taupo at the New Year and stayed with David Loughlin and his family for four days - tremendous Maori style hospitality (David is Maori-Irish and his wife Dawn is Sri Lankan, brought up in Melbourne, Australia!) and fine weather so we went swimming in Lake Taupo and at Wairakei, played tennis, climbed up Mount Tauhara, Sacha went horse riding, and we generally enjoyed ourselves. Stuart and Lewis also went trout fishing on the lake and Lewis caught some trout - Stuart's got away.


On the top of Mount Tauhara, Taupo

Top three, Taupo; bottom left, road to Lake Tekapo; bottom right, Church of The Good Shepherd, Lake Tekapo
   Then on the Thursday we drove to Eketahuna and dropped Sacha off at the Evans' farm - Mrs Evans was the very image of the country farmer's wife - jolly and fat - and Sacha had a great two weeks there once she settled in. Stuart, Lewis and I spent a day in Wellington and then crossed on the Cook Strait ferry to Picton on the Saturday morning and drove down the Kaikoura coast (eating fresh crayfish on the way) to Christchurch the same day. The next day in lively hit weather we drove up through Geraldine to Lake Tekapo, Twizel, and on to Queenstown where we camped for the night. We spent most of Monday around Queenstown enjoying the many attractions - a jet-boat ride on the River Kawarau and a trip in the gondola up the mountain. In the evening we drove to Te Anau and camped there, attending the Milford Track briefing in the THC (Tourist Hotel Corporation) Hotel that evening. That night it poured with rain and our troubles began. When we arrived back at the hotel the next morning to check in to start our trek we were told that there was 18 feet of water over part of the track and no one could get in or out of the huts - the whole of the Fiordland National Park was closed, our walk was cancelled, with money refunded, and the road to Milford was shut by an avalanche. You can imagine our disappointment after all our months of planning and anticipation. We went back to Queenstown and stayed there the night and then on to Makaroa on Lake Wanaka - more rain stranded us there in the Motor Camp for 36 hours as the road was washed out both North and South of us. There were 750mm of rain in 4 days - that's about 15" and nearly the whole of Auckland's annual rainfall. Queenstown was flooded as Lake Whakatipu rose to its highest level since 1878! After last year in England I think I shall give holidays a miss for a while! We eventually got out up the West Coast (Hokitika/Greymouth) to Nelson where it was fine and warm and Lewis chipped a bone in his foot when he trod on a tennis ball! We were quite relieved to get home but determined that one day we will walk the Milford Track*.
   Lots of love,
   John and the children.

Top four, Queenstown; bottom two, storm over Fiordland (from Te Anau)



Haast River Bridge

Dear Grandma and Grandad,
   ...My nose is perfectly healed... My farm holiday was the best two weeks... really fantastic. I am saving up to go again next xmas. There were two horses for me to ride so I rode every day for a couple of hours...
Broken nose? What broken nose? Sacha, March 1984
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[* Regrettably this never happened for me but when my friend Anne-Marie visited in 2001 she walked the Milford Track and brought me back a piece of New Zealand Alpine schist from the top of the Mackinnon Pass - see my poem 'Gestures from the Heart', blog 76, 20th November 2013.] 

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Vignettes of Family Life in New Zealand - Previous Blogs in Series:
  1. Summer 1973/4 (blog 72, 13th November 2013)
  2. Summer 1979/80 (blog 78, 27th November 2013)
  3. Summer 1966/8 - includes Mt Erebus disaster (blog 80, 5th December 2013)
  4. Christmas/New Year 1975/6, (blog 82, 17 December 2013)
  5. Christmas/New Year 1977/8, (blog 85, 28th December 2013)
  6. Christmas/New Year 1990/1, (blog 87, 8th January 2014) 
  7. Winter 1987: Rugby World Cup, Tikiteri, Fairy Springs (blog 97, 31st March 2014

Monday, 21 July 2014

105. Mementos of a Lost Love: The Archaeology of a Box (13)

Mary Elizabeth Deeks (nee Pohlen), 20th May 1939 - 19th February 1982
Next strata in the archaeology of my box is the Mary strata. This inevitably brings powerful memories into play but I don't intend to write more on the subject of my life with Mary. After her death in 1982, I wrote nothing substantial about her for over twenty years until the two years after I retired in 2002. After that virtually nothing further. Some of the material from my 2002-2004 writing has been included elsewhere in my blogs. In this blog I present, with a minimum of comment, the boxed mementos I have kept from our time together.

Items
1.  Two tarnished goblets:

2.  A jewelry bag containing a jewel box, a whistle, my graduation napkin ring, a lovers' knot ring, four other rings, a silver bangle, a tie pin in the shape of a cricket bat plus miscellaneous cuff-links, a chain with a gold pendant, a pendant with a revolving disc, a silver kiwi for a charm bracelet, a silver shell on a pendant, two frog rings, a card and sunshine pendant, and a coin.

The lovers' knot and the two of cups feature in the poem 'When the Shadow Calls' ;
                  Remember a tender rib-eye fillet 
                  Bathed in candlelight
                  And Chateauneuf-du-Pape
                  With the lovers' knot
                  In the two of cups. 

3.  A souvenir of the Moulin Rouge plus audio tapes from our 1981-82 trip to the USA and Europe.


Extracts from these tapes figure prominently in three blogs: 19, In London, in Love, 27 December 2011; 38, "Here comes the Can-Can - Oh, shit the tape's running out", 7 March 2012; and 33, A Wedding in Luxembourg", 19 February 2014.

4.  My picture cut from a souvenir tea towel purchased in Hollywood. It had both Mary and my portrait on it plus a calendar for 1982. I don't know why I discarded (or lost) the Mary picture that was next to mine.

5.  Two goblets in a box from our wedding in 1982.

[For more on Mary, see blogs 31, Trips to National Women's Hospital, Piha and Auckland's West Coast, 6 February 2012; and 37, One Wedding, Two Funerals, Three Letters, 2 March 2012.]









Tuesday, 15 July 2014

104. Brother and Sister, Worlds Apart (5): Englishness Plays Abroad - Harold Pinter and John Mortimer in Lagos, Edward Lear in Auckland


The Dong with  a Luminous Nose - Richard Svensson
[Previous blogs in this series 'Brother and Sister, Worlds Apart' were: (1) blog 75, November 2013, Dead Ducklings, War Canoes, Steel Works and a Leper Settlement; (2) blog 92, February 2014, Tiddlywinks, Happy Families and Christmas "Down the Creeks"; (3) blog 95, March 2014, Vera Lynn, the Rolling Stones and Scrapping for Petrol and Water in Nigeria; (4) blog 98, April 2014, Brotherly Love.] 

Lagos, March 4th 1973
   Dear Ma and Daddy,
   I am now on my half term weekend in Lagos - visiting Ethel at the Marina(Church Missionary Society Guest House)and also Shola in Ikeja. I came down here on Friday, travelling via Ibadan. It was a long days driving - and hot and dirty as well - the situation not being improved by our having a puncture before Ibadan and then meeting difficulty in getting the new tyre that I bought fitted onto the wheels. I was glad that I had taken the precaution of bringing 2 students with me because they helped in all these events.
   So we reached Shola's place about 6pm - and I had a bath in a whole bath of water! Gorgeous after our long experience without any running water in Akure. In the evening Shola and I went out to the University to watch 2 short plays done by 2 English actors who are on tour in Nigeria. It was very cleverly done and well acted. The first play was called 'The Dumb Waiter' and the second 'Dock Brief'. We got home about 11pm - and I had rather a hot night - but didn't sleep too badly. Then on Saturday we set out to go to the airport to say goodbye to Mr. Awokoya of St Andrew's fame - an uncle of Shola's - but we were turned back for security reasons... Gowon* was arriving from a state visit to Mali. So we went to Kingsway and played with her dear fat twin girls. Then in the afternoon I came here to the Marina and had supper with Ethel and 2 Professors one from Ife and one from Ibadan Universities. One is from Troon and the wife of the other from Edinburgh. After supper Shola and Funsho came and took me to the Federal Palace Hotel where we had chicken sandwiches and Fanta Ginger Ale. There was a band playing and the place absolutely full of people - very pleasant atmosphere. So its been a very happy visit in Lagos.

[*General Gowan was Nigerian Head of State from 1966 to 1975]




Vining Centre, Akure, March 10th 1973
   Dear Ma and Daddy,
   It was a bit sickening to get back to Akure last Monday to hear that Jane Pelly phoned her parents last Sunday from Akure! and that she heard perfectly well what they were saying. So I was very disappointed. I think it is better to stick to letters, but I don't know if its your strikes or what but the letters are coming very erratically.
  It has been a full week here, occupied a great deal with collecting water. The van goes daily or twice a day to the nearest tap which is sometimes 8 miles away, sometimes that is dry and you have to go nearly 20 miles and then queue up for your turn. We have a muddy pond on our ground which we use for washing - but we get the tap water for drinking and cooking. We want to avoid cholera at all costs!
  On Friday at last I played tennis. Event. I discovered that Terry who is a radio expert with G.E.C wanted to play so we went to the courts and joined some Nigerian men who play there regularly. They were rather better than us, but still it was fun. Except that I now have blisters on my toes.
  On Thursday afternoon we had the great drama of a small piece of the bush behind my house catching fire and with a high dry wind it was a bit dangerous - so we called the fire engine. This took time because, of all stupid things, they are not on the phone... so by the time they came there was nothing much to do - our students had already cleared a stretch of ground and stopped the fire moving near to the houses. But notwithstanding the firemen had to show their paces so with helmets on their heads, boots on their feet and long hose pipes they proceeded to pour water on the trees and bushes that were smouldering or still flaming. It would have been more useful to have poured the water from their tanker into our buckets.
  On Friday evening Bola came and stayed the night. He has had a lot of trouble with fires in his forestry areas. Some people have lost complete cocoa plantations, which is serious because it is their livelihood and it takes 4 years for the cocoa to produce again.
  I got your second parcel last week - I don't think I told you in my letter from Lagos. So that's good - except that the Nigerian customs are real 'crooks' and get their pound of flesh. The most incredible thing to me - and rather a joke really was that the Tupperware containers which I bought in a Jumble Sale for 6d - I had to pay 63 kobo to claim them!! (That's 6/3d) Anyway I was very happy to have these things and have been listening to the records. Unfortunately the 'Godspell' is a bit warped - but you can hear most of it. The G.E.C fellows liked the 'Light' song ... which was something. One of them, Jim is incredibly 'anti' - anti-religion, anti-Akure, anti-Nigerian and very bitter - he never stops talking and gets quite narked if someone else holds the floor. He is divorced from his wife.
  It's time I went to bed. It's hot - so I have the fan going in the bedroom at night these days.
  With lots of love to you both,
  Elizabeth






Sunnybrae Road, 24th May 1973
   Earlier this week it was quite cold and we had the electric fires on. There have been frequent squally showers that blow over very rapidly and are interspersed with sunny periods and lots of rainbows - hardly a day goes by without a rainbow at this time of year it seems. Today it has been warmer and drier and this evening there was the most lovely sunset - starting out a pale orange and then going salmon, pink, red, purple and finally a golden brown colour. Our living room windows face North so we frequently sit down after tea and watch the sun go down... The quality of the light here is very different from Carpenders Park, very like the light in Italy.
   Hope you have had a chance to recover from your ear infection and are looking forward to going to Wales. Stuart had the flu last week and was poorly for two or three days and then at the weekend Sacha caught her finger in a door and has lost half the nail which was very painful for her. She has been on and off school this week but is much better today. They all enjoyed The Owl and the Pussycat at the Mercury Theatre and Lewis keeps recounting all the people he saw - Owl, Pussycat, Quangle Wangle (who lived in a hat), Turkey, Pig, The Dong with a Luminous Nose and The Plum-Pudding Flea (who was the baddy) - how's your Edward Lear? We got two books of his poems from the Public Library and read the stories to them.
   We had a friend here the other evening who was from Morrinsville where Mrs thingy's son was teaching (the one who moved to Whangarei). Seems Morrinsville is such a dump that the only people they can get to teach there are British teachers who for their first two years in N.Z. are under contract to the N.Z. Education Dept and have to go where they are told! [Sharon tells me this arrangement applied to all new teachers in NZ at that time.]


24th June 1973
   Dear Mum and Dad,
   Thank you for your letter of June 12th and for the birthday card and tie. And, rather belatedly, happy anniversary to you both for the 26th. Please thank Ruth for the card too when next you see her and congratulate Stuart on his good result in the B.Mus exams. This letter should reach you just before Elizabeth arrives so give her all our love. We read a bit about General Gowon's visit to London but there was not much about it in the papers here - mostly about the richness of Nigeria's oil reserves.
   Stuart's flu turned out to be the mumps which Lewis and Sacha both subsequently caught. Sacha looked the most swollen and was very woebegone with her bad finger as well. They have all recovered now and yesterday we celebrated my birthday by going to the circus. This was on locally on the green by the Northcote shopping centre, about 1 and a 1/2 miles from us. It was like all travelling circuses - the traditional big top, a few lions, lots of Shetland ponies and dogs and a small troupe of people who changed from clowns to trick-cyclists to big game hunters and high wire bicyclists etc. The children loved it but it was the unexpected things that they will remember most. The final act, for example, was one in which a female elephant walked round the ring and carefully avoided treading on a row of people lying on the ground, the number of people being increased by one each time. When it had reached four the elephant came towards them very cautiously and was just about to step over them when it decided the calls of nature were more important! - a veritable waterfall and four men desperately scrambling to avoid being drowned in it. As you might imagine it brought the house down!
   We have been following the test matches with interest and excitement. Everyone was very pleased with the second innings effort of 440 in the first test which it was a pity NZ lost. Now at Lords as I write NZ are 492-6 at the end of the third day after dismissing England for 253 in the first innings so have a good chance of beating England for the first time ever. We usually hear a little bit of the commentary between 10.30 and 11.00 in the evening which is the first hour of the day's play, and then we hear a summary with the early morning news.
   Mid-winter day was two days ago which seems unbelievable. It is raining today but the last ten days or so have been really beautiful - cold in the evenings and early morning and then crisp and clear all day, and very blue. We need  the heaters on until about 9.30am and then again in the evening - it gets dark about 5pm. But in the middle of the day it is still warm enough to sit outside in one's shirtsleeves provided one is out of the wind. Last weekend we finished planting fruit trees by adding some apple trees and plum trees to our collection. All we want now is a fig tree. We also planted a jacaranda tree, which is supposed to have lovely mauve blossom in spring, and some rhododendrons. Of course they are all tiny plants at the moment so won't give much of a show for a few years yet.
    
You would never guess I used to win handwriting prizes at school!

Sunday, 22 June 2014

103. Our Tributes to Mum:The Archaeology of a Box (12)



Mum died in 2005 aged 94. I last shared some time with her in 2004 when I spent two months in England. I was in England in August when my granddaughter Caitlin was born and Sharon joined me there for four weeks before our return to New Zealand in October. We visited Mum a number of times in her rest home. Mum gave Sharon, who she had not met before, her seal of approval.

I did not go back in March 2005 for her funeral but Ruth or Elizabeth sent me copies of the Service of Thanksgiving for her life and of the tributes each of us paid to her. I found these in my box of memories and reproduce them here. My tribute was read at the Service by Ruth.




Photos taken at St. Cloud's, near Malvern, Worcestershire, 27th September 2004.





Saturday, 14 June 2014

102. Ace Spitfire Pilot crashes Boeing 737 at Whenuapai: The Archaeology of a Box (11)

 
from My Box of Memories
Back in 2009 when we were still living in Kitchener Road, Milford, Sharon gave me a birthday present of a voucher for a commercial airline flight (a Boeing 737) with the flight simulator company Flight Experience, located at that time in Takapuna. The company set up there in 2007 as part of the world wide Flight Experience franchise, relocating to Halsey Street in the CBD in 2010 and rebranding itself FlyaJet.

As a young boy my fascination with trams* and trains soon gave way to an interest in aircraft, initially with the heroics of Spitfires and Hurricanes in the second World War. My childhood comics were full of dog fights between Spitfires and Messerschmitt 109s and "Achtung Spitfire!!" word bubbles from terrified evil looking German pilots when they saw a handsome RAF fighter ace on their tail.**

After the war I, along with most British children my age, was totally chauvinistic. To us Germans were 'Jerries' or 'Huns' or 'Krauts', the French were 'Frogs', the Italians 'Ities". Britain and its Empire were everything. I absorbed negative attitudes to foreigners, later reinforced by my favourite Biggles books. But I was fortunate to have in real life a person who was a splendid antidote to my comic-book prejudice about Germans. When I was seven and we were living in Cambridge (1947-48) there was an internment camp nearby in which prisoners of war were being retained prior to repatriation. Here's my mother's account of our times with one of them:
Not long after we went to Cambridge, we were sitting on a seat in Christ's Piece alongside a German prisoner of war, watching bowls. There were quite a number of POWs in a camp in Trumpington being taught 'Democracy'. This chap looked pretty miserable so Spen spoke to him and asked if he would like to come to tea with us. He could speak English pretty well. He did not come home with us that day but came to New Square the next day, and we saw him from our windows, walking along, too shy to ring the bell at No 10 so we went out and invited him in. He had been a Luftwaffe navigator in the war, bombing Bath and a lot of other places, and had been shot down and taken prisoner. By profession he was a teacher, married, with two children. His name was Kurt Loffler, and his town, Pforzeim, near Stuttgart, had been very heavily bombed by us towards the end of the war. As I had done German at school, it helped with conversation with Kurt, and the children made him welcome. We played games together. Kurt was fond of classical music on the radio. He became a regular visitor and we became great friends.
I particularly remember that Kurt taught us how to play rummy but he was so good at it we could never beat him.

The opportunities to pursue my fascination with aircraft increased after we moved to London in 1952. I regularly went to Horseguards Parade on Battle of Britain Day to see the display of fighters and bombers assembled there and have kept all these years a page of photographs I took at that time.

From my photo albums
London also provided a suitable base for another annual pilgrimage for a few years in my teens, this one to the Farnborough Air Show. I first saw the De Havilland Comet there, the world's first commercial jetliner (from 1952) before a series of crashes later in the 50s from metal fatigue forced its grounding and redesign. Again I have kept a page of photographs taken back then. At that time I would have been able to name any aircraft I saw but I no longer know what most of these ones are.


Another favourite outing enabled by living in London was to the annual Boys Own Exhibition at Olympia. There is only one thing that I remember from those shows. It was the simulated Spitfire cockpit in which you could sit at the controls of the plane and take part in a dogfight on the film that ran on a screen in front of you. There was a wheel you used to fly your plane and, within the wheel, buttons for firing the plane's cannons when you had lined up an enemy aircraft in your sights: seemed magic to me although probably very primitive by comparison with today's flight simulations. Never mind it was enough to convince myself I was an ace Spitfire pilot.

Because we had moved so far from my school in Wells, plus Dad's full schedule of commitments on Sundays, it was no longer possible for my Mum or Dad to visit me on parents' weekends or public holidays. So some friends and I would take off for the day and cycle to Yeovilton where there was a Royal Naval Air Station, a round trip of about fifty kilometres. We would park ourselves on the fenceline there and watch the incoming and outgoing flights of what I think were, if memory serves me correctly, predominantly jet fighter Hawker Sea Hawks, which first flew in 1951.

Amongst my hobbies at boarding school was making model planes from balsawood kits - mostly jet fighters. And my favourite movie back then was The Dam Busters, released in 1955, and my favourite music the movie's theme tune, The Dam Buster March. I only had one obsession more powerful than aircraft - cricket!

Needless to say this is all a preamble to a brief encounter with a Boeing 737. As you will have guessed my simulator flight was not what you would expect from the ace pilot I once was. After successfully taking off from Auckland International Airport and heading out to the east over South Auckland and the Hauraki Gulf, the flight plan required me to head back to the North West to land and take off in one manoevre at Whenuapai, the RNZAF base. Not withstanding the excellent pre-flight training, this was way beyond my capability and I crashed the plane there. Next thing we are flying out over the West Coast and preparing to come round to land back at Auckland International. The instructor tactfully suggested that it might be a good idea to use the automatic pilot for the landing. I quickly agreed.

After that fun experience (which it was) I was issued a thoroughly undeserved certificate.


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* I had wanted to grow up to be an Edinburgh tram driver (I was born in Edinburgh) but that goal dissolved with the gradual replacement of the trams by buses in the early 1950s. The last of the old Edinburgh trams ran on 16 November 1956 but, since May 31st this year, a new tram service has operated from Edinburgh Airport to York Place in the city centre. This came at an estimated cost of over a billion pounds after massive delays, project redesigns, construction disputes, political disagreements and cost overruns.

** My German being pretty nonexistent, I googled 'achetung' to see if I was spelling it correctly (I wasn't) and, out of curiosity, added 'Spitfire!' to my search. To my amazement "Achtung Spitfire!" is now a range of online games and activities. There is a strategy computer game released in 1997 simulating World War II aerial combats between the Luftwaffe and the RAF: and there are "Achtung Spitfire!" T-shirts, hoodies, art works and stories.
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Previous blogs in The Archaeology of a Box series:

November 2013
    71.  Introduction
    73.  (1) Children's Drawings, Paintings and Cards
    74.  (2) Self-Portrait
    77.  (3) My Grandparents' Victorian Greetings Cards.

December 2013
    81. (4) Old 45 rpm Pop Songs
    83. (5) NZ Values Party Manifesto for the 1975 General Election
    
January 2014
    86.  (6) - Mementoes of a Working Life
    90.  (7) In the Public Eye - Dancing Cossacks, Angels on Pinheads and Rogernomes

February 2014
    91.  (8) A Valentine's Day Blog
    94.  (9) Napoleon Buonaparte, Joey the Clown and a Chariot for Sale

April 2014
    99. (10) Elizabeth and the Queen at Buckingham Palace

Saturday, 7 June 2014

101. Blogging on with Joey G and Fernando Pessoa.



     "Aren't you sick of sitting up there Joey G watching over all this ridiculous blogging."

    "Yeah, you do go on a bit."

    "Perhaps 100 is enough."

    "No, no. You have to post this one - I'm in it."

    "Get over it - you've been in it before. More than once."

    "That's more than you can say for Fernando Pessoa."

    "Fernando Pessoa?"

    "Remember him? You wrote about him back in November 2011. How you were gong to look for inspiration by dipping into The Book of Disquietude whenever you needed cheering up by his bleak and despairing vision of life. I've been sitting on him all these years, along with Whitman and Nietzsche." 
   
    "Ah, yes. Thought I would take a random dip at some stage when I needed cheering up."

    "So haven't you needed inspiration or cheering up?"

    "Cheering up at times, yes. But I generally get over it. Anyway, just to keep you happy, here goes."

     "What do you make of that Joey G?"

    "Scary. Enigmatic. Weird. Hard to believe you picked that at random."

    "You were watching, sunshine, so you better believe it."

    "You relate to that?"

    "We're a complex multi-faceted creature."

    "Speak for yourself. The only thing multi-faceted about me is my jacket. Can't we go back to something simple? Like your treasured box of memories. What's next?"

    "A Boeing 737 crash at Whenuapai."

    "Right. That sounds fun. Let's box on.

    "Very droll Joey G, very droll."


    "There you are; you are in twice. Happy now?"