Monday, April 27, 2015

Remembering the fallen

The last few days have been somewhat busy, and we've all been pre-occupied by the centenary of the landings at Gallipoli during World War One.

Every city, town & village is making an effort to commemorate the event, as are many individuals and organisations. All in all, it has been a fascinating collective effort top mark a landmark event in our young nation's history.

And I have been at a number of events (with camera, of course!)

Hutt City has a large mural surrounding part of the major construction zone in the heart of the city:

The Hutt City mural - quite striking at night!



Wellington City Council mounted a supperb Light & Sound Show in the lead-up to ANZAC Day at the new Pukeahu National War memorial. They promised that "World War I will come to life" - not quite, but it was impressive, and Wellingtonians turned up in their tens of thousands.




















The Man with the Donkey by Paul Walshe
For the story behind this iconic image see National War Memorial

On Friday, the day before ANZAC Day I was asked to represent my work at a Commemoration organised by the Ministry of Education. A moving ceremony was held in honour of the 44 staff of the old Department of Education who served and lost their lives WW1.






On my way back to the office, I paused to have a look at some of the vintage vehicles supplied courtesy of Peter Jackson, which later in the day would be involved in a major Parade through the centre of downtown Wellington.









And then the Parade began:










Officials and dignitaries made their inevitable appearance

There was even a fly-past!
One of the decorations on Wellington's Cenotaph

And then on Saturday, ANZAC Day itself, we attended the Hutt City Civic Ceremony. There were 1,000 seats set out, and they were filled, and still there was a sizable crowd who attended. This was apparently a repeat of exceeded expectations at the Dawn Ceremony.

We had an interest in 3 wreaths - Desiree wanted to see the students from Taita College, she was helping to lay a wreath on behalf of the Central ward Community Committee, and we had arranged for a wreath from the Hutt Valley Irish Society to commemorate the Irish fallen.



The Hutt City ceremony occurred at the newly renovated Cenotaph directly outside the War Memorial Library
A very large turn-out
Desiree assisting with the laying of a wreath from the Central Ward Committee
Taita College students placing a wreath
David, Molly, & Mary laying the Irish Society's wreath
In memory of the Irish who served and died
By the end of the Ceremony there was quite a collection of wreaths!
Crosses in the Filed of Remembrance beside the Cenotaph



Remembrance crosses and the Memorial Olive Tree from Crete

One of the interesting elements this year has been the extent to which shops, commercial and community organisations have marked the centenary. This has produced interesting efforts at displays, and impromptu memorials.

I must confess, however, that we happened to have a wreath on hand (doesn't one always?), and so we decided to place it on the Boulcott Memorial

The memorial at the corner of Military Road commemorating the dead from the Boulcott Farm Incident in 1846


This marker is at the foot of a flagstaff erected in 1916 to symbolise the unity of Railwaymen from both NZ and Australia
And it attracted a number of wreaths

Saturday, April 18, 2015

Us in a nutshell?

It can be an unsettling experience to encounter a description of someone else which might in fact have just as readily been applied to oneself.

We have long been fans of books by Donna Leon. Partly, the attraction is the locale - vivid renderings of the townscape of Venice; partly it is the sharp-eyed skewering of characters, especially the foibles of the Italian national persona; and partly it is the ineffable charm of the central character (Guido Brunetti) and his family.

So I was taken aback when starting one of her recent books (The Golden Egg) to be confronted by the following:

"Families, much in the manner of churches, have rituals and rules which puzzle non-members. They also place high value on things which members of other groups do not prize to the same degree. If the Brunettis had a religion, aside from a formal adherence to some of the outward, decorative manifestations of Christianity, it was language. Puns and jokes, crossword puzzles and teasers were to them what communion and confirmation were to Catholics. Bad grammar was a venial sin; deliberate corruption of meaning was mortal. The children had taken pride in reaching the stages of awareness where they, too, could partake in the progressively more serious sacraments; raised in this faith, they did not think to question its values."

Now I'm not claiming this is about The Mulligans, but it is an eerily accurate description of our attitudes towards language, expression, precision and fun!

Sunday, April 12, 2015

What we are doing on our hols!

We've been touring a bit: Christchurch, Hanmer Springs, Greymouth, Punakaiki, Westport, Motueka, Mapua, Blenheim with Kaikoura & return to Christchurch still to come.

Along the way we've had some fun, a few laughs, taken a few photos, visited some new places, and re-visited others.


Every journey begins with a small step

So I made the most of it!

I felt quite at home in Reefton for some reason

Surge Pool at Punakaiki provided both sights & sounds!

We met some locals at Lyell in the Buller Gorge

A typical early morning at St Arnaud, Nelson Lakes

Desiree makes friends wherever she goes

Friday, April 3, 2015

365 in 2015 - March

An experiment to see if I am disciplined enough to take at least one photo every day of the year. So far, not quite! But I'm working on it.


1 March 2015
2 March 2015 - The Cable Car approaching
3 March 2015 - The Irish Railway System map
4 March 2015
5 March 2015 - Patterns in concrete
6 March 2015 - Sunrise over the Hutt Valley
7 March 2015 - a page of Sandy Mulligan's Photo Album
8 March 2015 - Sandy's Photo album in it's own archive storage box
9 March 2015
10 March 2015
11 March 2015 - A wee fella in the garden
12 March 2015 - Dragon-boat training at the waterfront
13 March 2015 - Presidential portraits at the Irish Society
14 March 2015 - The cover of John James Knox's WW1 Diary
15 March 2015 - I wondered why the fly has large red eyes
16 March 2015 - Cable Cars just passing by
17 March 2015 - sneaking into the Irish Club on St Patrick's Day
18 March 2015 - My, what big eyes she has!
19 March 2015 - Her own sheepskin rug - so spoilt!
20 March 2015 - What more could a fellow want on a Friday evening?
21 March 2015 - The Sprig & Fern, Tinakori Road
22 March 2015 - The Book Editor!
23 March 2015
24 March 2015
25 March 2015 - Doesn't everyone sit on top of book-cases?
26 March 2015 - On Petone Beach
27 March 2015 - A visitor to Petone Wharf
28 March 2015 - St John's In The City
29 March 2015 - The is Peaches' 'easy chair'
30 March 2015 - Feijoa season
31 March 2015