Sunday, May 10, 2020

Tales from the Trunk # 11

A Mulligan headstone in Gisborne


Mulligans and Hutchins, and in Gisborne? But we came from Southland!

So what's the "story" here?

It goes like this.

Francis Humphrys (that's correct - no 'e') was the eldest son of James Mulligan and Agnes Simpson. James was the first of our family in NZ, along with his sister Margaret. Agnes Simpson was Scottish, from Edinburgh. James died in 1901 and his wife Agnes in 1904, both at their family home in Alexandra Street, Caversham. By that time Francis & AW (the two eldest) were ready to move their 'family' - their siblings - to Invercargill. This they did, bar one sister who was sent to their mother's family in Auckland, and one younger brother who was sent cousins elsewhere in Otago.

Billy/Frank Mulligan with his mother's headstone, InvercargillThe elder brothers gained employment, which, in Francis' case involved becoming a storeman. He also married Jean (Jeannie) Forrester (of a Scottish family). Francis moved with his wife to a new job at an ironmongers in Winton. In 1912 Jeannie gave birth to a son Francis Forrester. To avoid confusion the younger Francis became known as Billy within the family (his friends always called the adult Billy 'Frank'). Their daughter Moira (known as Molly) was born in 1914. Unfortunately, Jean contracted plupeural fever and died just a couple of months after Moira was born. That left Francis Humphrys a widower, with two young children to care for.

The short-term solution was to bring his youngest sister, Essie, to live with them, so she could care for the house and young children. She was barely in her teens, so this must have been a daunting role for her.

We can follow their subsequent movements through their entries in the Electoral Rolls.

1919 was a busy year for Francis Humphrys. He moved back to Dunedin, living for a time at the YMCA in Moray Place. He also married a second wife, called Mary McGregor Taylor Keast, known as 'Tossie' and by the end of that year the new family was living at 48 Moreau St, St Kilda, back in Dunedin.

By the late 1920s the family had re-located to Oamaru, as the Electoral Roll for 1928 lists him as resident in Meadowbank, and gives his occupation as "traveller". Mary was listed as living in Fir St; probably Francis' actual address as well.

There young Billy attended Waitaki Boys, and a young daughter was born to Francis and 'Tossie', christened Clare Agnes. Family story has it that Clare Street in Oamaru was named after this third child, but is also possible she was named after the street in which the family was living!

By 1935 the family were resident in the "Waitaki Hydro", where Francis was a "timekeeper". By this time young Billy had left school and gone to work, selling shoes from a car to workers on the Waitaki Power projects, which were in full swing - quite likely a continuation of the sort of work his father had earlier been engaged in.


But Francis wasn't finished yet. He accepted a position as storeman for a government agency (probably that which became the Ministry of Works?) which required re-locating to Gisborne. So Francis, Mary, and young Clare moved to Gisborne, living at 111 Ormond Rd, Bartletts, by 1938.

Early in WWII, and after Billy had married Iris Murrell, they also spent some time in Gisborne, as did Billy's sister Moira, where her first child was born.

But the exigencies of the war-time economy meant that Francis had to re-locate again. We next find him at "Karapiro Hydro" in the Waikato in 1946. By that time his occupation was cited as "retired". But, he clearly planned to see out his days in Gisborne. Clare had grown up, and met and married Fred(erick) Hutchins and started her own family. They stayed in Gisborne.

So Francis and Mary moved back to Gisborne; by 1949 they were living at 35 Oak Street, and there they stayed.

I don't believe Billy's relationship with his father and stepmother was a close one, and may indeed have been a tense one.

I don't recall Francis ('grandad') visiting us, but I do recall visiting him and Mary. The first occasion was with my parents and sister; the second was when my sister and I went to Gisborne by railcar and stayed with them. I can also remember Dad driving to Gisborne for his father's funeral in 1965.

From that point we had little contact with the Hutchins family, although I suspect both of my parents kept in occasional contact. Indeed some years later, one of the family rented a flat attached to our family home in Khandallah.

It is also possible Billy's somewhat distant relationship with his father, and his view of his mother, stepmother, and their treatment of Essie, was part of what eventually triggered a mental breakdown that took some time to recover from.

Sunday, March 13, 2016

Murder in the 'hood!

Gulp! Murder most foul, and dastardly deeds!

Call the Police.

We've had a case of gnomicide!

I suspect we know the Catprit.

Thursday, February 25, 2016

Shapeshifter 2016

We were invited to the opening of Shapeshifter 2016 at the Dowse Art Museum. The exhibition is held every second year as part of Wellington's Arts Festival.

It features sculptures by artists from throughout New Zealand all placed around Riddiford Gardens opposite the Gallery.

A fascinatingly diverse range of pieces were displayed. So we wandered happily for over an hour, and I snapped lots of photos.

Favourites? Several:


I like the humour of this frog character. It reminds me of Wind in the Willows and such childhood stories. It's my pick for a piece the Sculpture Trust could buy & install beside the Waiwhetu Stream!

This installation of glossy birds was eye-catching. The irregular placement appealed, as did the depth of the sheen of the individual birds.

This piece somehow managed to combine the dread and fear of Tolkien's Ringwraiths with beautiful curves and artful assembly from driftwood.

This piece puzzled me and I couldn't avoid remembering the delight of our kids (Charlotte especially) as they rode an elaborate carousel in Fontainebleau in France. But what happens when ...?

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

What goes around ...

Last October, we travelled to Whitianga and had a (largely) lovely time. And I've extolled the virtues elsewhere and again.

A few weeks ago, I even managed to finish processing some of the video I took during the trip:

And then, just the other day during my daily perusal of the newspaper's Death Notices, the following leapt out at me:

Barry Brickell, of the Driving Creek Railway! Oh dear!

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Sunday, January 24, 2016

It's time to move on

It's been here a long time.

And it's ending was signalled a long time ago

But still, there's something sad about when it finally arrives.


Sunday, January 10, 2016

Edo's Table Manners

Cats aren't always the most house-trainable animals.

And sometimes their table manners leave a bit to be desired!

Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Summer at Petone Foreshore

We've been walking as often as possible at Petone Foreshore.

There's always interesting things to look at, and especially at this time of year, the view from the beach-side walkway is truly lovely.

In many ways, it encapsulates and "New Zealand summer", even when there is a southerly blowing, or the clouds have rolled in.

Summer at Petone Foreshore

Featherston Camp Memorial

We have driven through the Wairarapa countless times, and always straight past the memorial to Featherston Camp.

It is located a few kilometres outside Featherston on State Highway 2.

 

It marks the location of a Military Camp which was built for service during World War 1, as one of the places new recruits received their first military training.

During World War 2, it also served as an internment camp for Japanese troops captured during various battles in the Pacific.

It also commemorates the deaths of 48 Japanese Prisoners, killed during an incident in which armed guards opened fire on prisoners who were refusing to work.

The deaths the result of ethnic misunderstandings.










It is also graced by a beautiful 17th century Haiku:

Behold the summer grass
All that remains
Of the dreams of warriors

The wisdom of youth

It's always interesting when one's children return home and help in the kitchen.

Especially when they tell you that they're a little concerned about the cleanliness of the chopping boards, and so give them a scrub and put them outside to dry in the sunlight and fresh air.

Saturday, December 19, 2015

A wake-up call

We came home the other evening to find our bed taken over by cats. Peonie was at the foot of the bed, while Edo was tucked up against Desiree's pillow:

And Peaches was pleased that we were home again, so she came in to say hello, and hooped up beside the bed, as she does.

Which woke Edo up, and put her on the alert, as she's still not entirely at ease with the other two cats.

So she was cautious, as she watched Peaches get turned around so she could see what was going on.

She was somewhat startled, and so hissed at Peaches, to which Peaches responded in kind, so Peonie leapt across the bed in fright, and Peaches decided she'd go elsewhere.

Saturday, November 28, 2015

You know summer has started

You know summer has started when there are seed-heads and flowers on Petone foreshore almost a month earlier than last year.

The seeds of summer

A new hoops fan in the house!

I was watching basketball the other evening, as is my want. When I was joined by another viewer, who decided she wanted to get up close to the action!




Monday, November 23, 2015

Edo comes to stay

And makes herself at home, on high!




Saturday, October 10, 2015

Whitianga in the sunshine

We've had a fairly rough month or 6-weeks - pneumonia, a brutal cold, and the long drag from Queen's Birthday weekend holiday to Labour Weekend, so we needed a break away.

And so we did - to Whitianga in the Coromandel. An area of New Zealand we've never visited before. So an intriguing prospect.

The weather was great - it was warm & sunny, in marked contrast to the week before. And we enjoyed the sights and vistas of the Coromandel.

See what I mean:













But wait - there's more! (photos, that is)

Sunday, August 30, 2015

Turning 24

Our Jayne turned 24 recently. So we had a family get together - well, almost! we also marked another milestone as well.

So it wasn't just about Jayne.

Charlotte also had a birthday recently (actually back in June!) but she had been wandering Europe at the time so we couldn't mark it with a gathering.

And sarah-Rose & Pip are in London, so attending a family get together is problematic for them.

But we did what we could - even arranged lovely weather! Hired a bach at Hokio Beach. Laid in supplies. Co-ordinated menus. Travelled in convoy.

And had a really nice weekend with some wandering on the beach thrown in for good measure!





An, No, I didn't write on the cake! (Although it is spidery enough to be my writing!)






We were missing somebody/somebodies.


You meet all sorts on the streets of Hokio, nowadays

...including Baaby, the pet lamb who was being taken for a walk

But wait - there's more! (photos, that is)