history

Rā 309 Rātu 7 o Whiringa-ā-rangi

Learning all the way today. I spent today in the office in Auckland learning about Te Tiriti o Waitangi and NZ history. Inspiring. Unfortunately, no photographic evidence so I’ll go with Day 1 of the black and white challenge. Take a photo from your daily life with no colour, no people and give no explanation. Easy peasy except I’m in the city and I’m a people watcher…

Rā 50, Rātapu 19 o Huitānguru 2017

Too wet for our planned walk so we diverted to Wairongomai to find trails. I am fascinated by the way that nature reclaims spaces that were ravaged by industrial engineering. Less than a hundred and fifty years later only remnants of the goldrush of New Zealand are half buried in the beautiful bush.  Leaving us to marvel at the labour that must have gone into exploring the land and extracting the gold. 

We climbed two ‘inclines’ – Butler’s and May which were originally the tramway up which heavy iron and wood carts were hauled and lowered full of what had been extracted from the mines. 

Today’s photo shows the winding gear at the top of Butler’s Incline.

Rā 310 Rāhoroi 5 o Whiringa-ā-rangi

Fireworks are exploding all around us!  Guy Fawkes seems a strange thing to ‘celebrate’ in NZ so far from the British Houses of Parliament.  The 5th November is also the date when 1600 volunteer and Armed Constabulary troops attacked a peaceful protest against land confiscations at Parihaka on behalf of the NZ government. It seems a more fitting historic event to remember in NZ at this time of year (though not to celebrate) and fireworks certainly wouldn’t be appropriate.  I don’t think we could replace one with the other, though.   There is a movement to have a date around this time of year to commemorate the NZ Wars in some way. But it can’t be 5th November because the tradition of Guy Fawkes is just too strong. 

Anyway, today’s photo has nothing to do with fireworks! It’s a white poppy bejewelled with raindrops that I spotted on a walk today!

Rā 283, Rātapu 9 o Whiringa-ā-nuku

More work on the garden; we now have two veggie beds filled with soil – and a lot of garden waste that needs disposing of.

This afternoon I went to Waikato museum for the launching of a mighty tome called ‘The Great War for New Zealand: Waikato 1800 – 2000’.

We listened to a fascinating conversation between the author, Vincent O’Malley and Tom Roa from University of Waikato and Tainui. This article from Radio NZ  gives more insight into the book

I think the key message for me was the idea that our history may be uncomfortable and often hard to face up to but that we have to own our history and listen to the stories that tell the truth of what happened.  In countries all over the world, the truth of history is masked or distorted; often the stories that are told are from one side and the truth is forgotten.

Vincent O’Malley says that “Tainui have never forgotten the atrocities that were committed against their women and children at Rangiaowhia, for example. Or what really took place at Ōrākau. Those memories have been carried on down through the generations. They’ve even been reflected in the names people are given. For example, a common name for many women in Tainui was Mamae, or pain, across many generations to carry the remembrance of those events.

On the other hand, the way that history has been remembered from the Pākeha point of view is very different. He suggests that “There was this period of myth-making followed by complete silence.”  A couple of people stood up to own that they had grown up in New Zealand, close to some of the key historical sites and never knew what had happened. They had never learned the history in school and their parents didn’t know about it either.

The point was also made that whilst we might feel ashamed about what happened, we weren’t there and so shouldn’t own the guilt of association with our tūpuna. However, we should acknowledge the truth and learn from it. 

Kuo pau ke tau maharaja

We must remember

I am looking forward to reading the stories that this book tells…

Rā 243, Rātū 30 o Here-turi-kōkā

Day 2 India Rankin Cup and an early morning game up the Kapiti Coast at Paraparaumu. The boys played hard and worked well as a team but were simply outclassed by a slick Auckland Grammar team. Men against boys,  really.  Gus’ strained ligaments are officially a broken bone after a visit to the physio and then X-ray … so he is now in a moon boot and unlikely to play the rest of the tournament. He’s gutted!

We had a wander round Petone late afternoon – I love the old buildings and the juxtaposition of the grand,  old designs and the tacky add ons of the modern shop fronts. Quite sad how some of those old buildings with a sense of importance or gravitas have become purveyors of tacky trash.