When Colin William Mann, aged 20, No.710345, was called up to do his Compulsory Military Training in 1952 during the time of the Korean War it was with no sense of irritation or reluctance that he left his civilian life in Wellington and volunteered to join the marine section of the airforce based in Hobsonville, Auckland, because there was nothing he liked better than to be “messing about in boats.”
He joined the RNZAF Marine Section at the Hobsonville base for 3 months training in June 1952 as part of a “Motor Boat Crew Under Training.”
Following the overnight train journey from Wellington, a bus ride to the Base a medical and a clothes issue he was finally introduced to the barracks which he would share with 18 other young men for 3 months basic training followed by 2 weeks annual territorial camps from 1953 to 1958 with a final discharge in 1960.
For the first 3 weeks life was an established routine: rising at 6.00am, learning the orders to fall in, stand at attention, route marches, P.T., early barrack chores (bed making, wardrobe layout), lots of “square bashing”, marching to the mess for meals. Some nights were compulsory film nights. As Colin was a Basketball player he joined the Station Team for games on Wednesday nights in the city. An early scheduled game would allow time to take in a movie in Auckland. Rugby games were organised for Sunday afternoons as there was no weekend leave. During this time there was only one rifle shoot – the exceptional amount of rain ruling out the beach exercise under war conditions.
After 3 weeks of this basic training the group divided into their chosen sections. The Marine Section began with roll call at 8.ooam followed by learning about Air Force rules, rules of the sea, Morse Code with sound and flags, knots, splices and other small boating skills. Then there was information about things new to him: heavy moorings for aircraft and other requirements for securing seaplanes. After lunch at 12.00 some afternoons were spent in the gymn. 1700 hours was early tea time followed by an evening in the barracks washing and ironing shirts, creasing trousers, cleaning brass buttons and rifles and generally getting ready for the 0600 wake up call.
Colin decided to stay in the T.A.F./F. Force to do 2 weeks a year camps for 5 years training and became a Motor-Boat Crew Assistant.
Now, 6 decades later and after discovering that Launch No. 88 on which he had crewed all those years ago was now being held by the Airforce Museum at Wigram in Christchurch, he was encouraged to write down his recollections of that time and together with photographs, maps and other information he has now produced a booklet for his grandchildren and members of a generation who would have no idea of what CMT was all about.
We were privileged to hear Colin speak at our April meeting and enjoyed his relaxed wry humour in recounting some amusing episodes which he had experienced during that time. Here is one example: One morning as all the craft returned to the wharf after servicing a Sunderland, the 20ft launch fitted with a generator for charging the radar went to the inside of the wharf to tie up. The high tide was on the ebb so the skipper endeavoured to hold on to the pile while he passed the rope around it to tie to the cleat on the deck. Unfortunately for him, the very strong tide took the boat from under his feet, so to the highly amused onlookers he slowly slipped into the water. He (and the launch) was duly recovered – somewhat wet but O.K.
Our speaker for April, 2016, was Rosie-Anne Pinney, the new owner of Cambria Craft Bindery in Nelson.
Rosie-Anne’s talk covered the history of books and book-binding from Medieval times, the development in the use of materials: parchment, vellum, paper; illustration and decoration: illuminated manuscripts, up to Gutenberg and the use of moveable type. With this invention there were more books produced in 50 years than in the preceeding 1,000 years. His first printed work was a Latin grammar book.
Then came Caxton in 1476 who set up the first printing press in London. Gold was used around the edges to protect the surface of the book. In the 17th and 18th centuries pictures were painted over the edges that were not related to the contents. Marbeling was also used. The books were stored on shelves with the page edges pointing outwards to show these effects.
Mechanisation of book production came in the 19th century and then the Arts and Crafts movement followed as a reaction to this.
Rosie-Anne used a power point presentation to very effectively illustrate her talk.
We plan to invite Rosie-Anne to pay us a return visit next year to demonstrate the techniques she uses in her work.
When James Gibbs left his native Alton/Chawton area in Hampshire on 2 November 1841 to embark on a 13,000 miles journey on the Bolton to the other side of the world (arriving in Nelson on 15 March 1842), he could only have dreamed that today, 174 years later, one of his great grandsons would be enjoying life on the farm which he originally purchased.
There are few people who in their seventh decade can say “This is the only house I have (permanently) lived in.” Colin Gibbs can say that. The house in question is a substantially renovated version of the third house at Lone Oak Farm named after the farm in England called Lonely Oak where James and his brother Isaac, who accompanied him, worked as agricultural labourers. Colin is a fourth generation descendent of James and inherited the farm from his father Philip. In a departure from tradition, the farm has never been passed down to the eldest son.
James settled first on section 34 suburban north Nelson (Wakapuaka) with his wife Anne and had two children George and Martha. When Ann died in 1848 James decided to move south and purchased a block of 68 acres which formed the basis of today’s farm in Gibbs Valley. However, following a land compensation grant in 1862 for the failure of the New Zealand Company to provide sufficient land promised to the settlers in England, he eventually became the owner of 911 acres (today’s holding is 530) of fern-covered rugged hills and swampy flats which in 1882 was valued at 3,100 pounds. Not bad for a farm worker from Chawton!
In 1849 he had married Charlotte Verry with whom he had 18 children,14 of whom survived to adulthood. Charlotte was aged 17 and 26 years younger than James. Their wedding was one of the first to be celebrated in St Johns Church in Wakefield. By the time the first generation of Gibbs had passed on they had produced 124 grandchildren.
However, James’ good fortune was not solely due to the failures and inadequacies of the New Zealand Company. He was an astute farmer and a very hard worker. An article in the Auckland Weekly of May 1950 details how James earned his first real money since coming to the valley. “From the unpromising hills covered with fern, scrub and tutu, steers which he had raised himself were broken into a team of working bullocks. With these he ploughed the hill slopes which faced the sun. Then he sowed wheat which grew well in the ashes of the fern. Harvesting was a tremendous task. The wheat was cut with a sickle and thrashed with a flail. It yielded 1,000 bushels which sold for 500 pounds.”
When hop growing began in the Motueka area, manuka poles were used to train up the vines. Having an abundant supply of manuka, James would cut and prepare a load of poles, load up the bullock dray and with his team drive through the night to deliver them to farms in the Moutere.
Gradually bullocks gave way to horses and horses to tractors. But it was aerial top-dressing of the farm with superphosphate in the sixties which brought the farm into full production. Today sheep and beef cattle are the main income earners.
For James Gibbs and other pioneer settlers like him the dream of a better life, owning your own farm and being your own master, did become a reality. New Zealand provided him with the opportunity to do well but without his strength and consistency of purpose it just as easily might have come to nothing. I am sure he would be very proud to know that his descendants have treasured his legacy and built on it. Today they are reaping the benefits of his past labours.
Colin and Marilyn Gibbs for notes and photographs.
Marion J. Stringer, “Just Another Row of Spuds” 1999.
Our speaker for the month of May this year (2016) was Judith Fitchett – committee member for the NZ Society of Genealogists Nelson Branch. She has spoken to us before about her visit to Britain as an “Oxford Aunt.”
This time she was closer to home, talking about the different websites and resource books specifically devoted to genealogy which are housed in the society’s Nelson branch rooms called Ancestors Attic in the Trafalgar St Hall, 67 Trafalgar St, Nelson.
The group itself meets at 7.30pm on the fourth Monday between February and November at Nick Smith’s Hall, Corner Waimea & Quarantine Road, Annesbrook.
The guest speaker at our meeting on March 22nd was Cheryl Carnahan the author of All Guts – No Glory – a history of the role nurses and chaplains played in World War I with a particular focus on Nelson. (Almost 60 nurses and 14 chaplains came from the Nelson area.) She was assisted by Bob McFadden who presented some very interesting information about the hospital ships Maheno and Marama. Cheryl also acknowledged the assistance she had received from a team of researchers from the Nelson Genealogical Society.
This detailed and well documented work has filled a gap in our knowledge of the special part nurses played during this terrible time and of the hardships they endured. Having to put their uniforms under their mattresses at night to prevent them being stiffened by the cold is just one example. It was rather suprising, however, to hear about the attitudes of New Zealanders towards them when they returned and the reluctance to acknowledge their important role in World War I.
Mention was made of the sinking of the Marquette (not a hospital ship) when 10 nurses lost their lives and how Ina Coster survived for 10 hours in the water.
Strict rules governed the appearance and operations of hospital ships. They were painted white with a wide green stripe running from bow to stern. Three large red crosses were painted in prominent positions along the sides but they were unescorted and carried no guns. The Maheno was in Anzac Cove in August 1915 and later transported 320 convalescing soldiers back to New Zealand. Overloading was not uncommon – during the Somme offensive some carried up to 3 times the number of wounded that they were designed for.
Members were able to purchase signed copies of the book at the end of the meeting.
It is currently available in bookshops.
Nelson’s resident archaeologist was our guest speaker on Tuesday 1st April. Amanda Young, who works under contract mainly to local authorities, spoke to our members about her work.
She used some “digs” she has been involved in to illustrate her remarks and in the process dispelled a few myths about demolition companies and logging contractors.
Her work is governed by three acts of parliament: Heritage NZ Act 2014, Resource Management Act 1991 and the Protected Objects Act 1975. She explained the process by which the ownership of precious artifacts is determined, the role of the Maori Land Court in this and how Europeans can be granted guardianship rights.
Contrary to common beliefs sometimes demolition companies tried to steer owners away from wholesale demolition when they uncovered exceptional workmanship and instead would advocate earthquake strengthening. Demolition was not always the least expensive option.
Logging companies were sometimes required to preserve historical tracks through plantations and they generally took care to do this.
One of her concerns was that recent legislation had not strengthened the
hands of preservationists but had placed more power in the hands of the landowners. Sometimes buildings couldn’t be saved because the local authorities by-laws were not sufficiently robust to prevent wholesale destruction and she urged people to take notice of when amendments or additions were being made in this area and to have their say if they wanted European buildings in particular to be preserved.
Amanda proved to be an interesting, fluent and enjoyable speaker who easily kept her audience involved for an hour. We plan to ask her to speak to us again next year about more of her work.
On Thursday 30th July, 2015, Karen Stade and Karen Price presented members with a valuable insight into their new book on the Italian community in Nelson. This substantial work has been five years in the making and the colours of the dust jacket – red and olive green hint at the subject of their work.
Tomato growing in the Wood area was not the first activity of the immigrants in the 1860’s. Fishing they could do well and Peter’s fish shop in Hardy Street was a later version of similar restaurants begun in those early years.
Not all had the intention to settle in Nelson. Some stayed because their passage to more distant ports was not possible. Some had been elsewhere first: the Americas and Australia. They brought a variety of skills with them. The de Faveros were stonemasons from Northern Italy; market gardeners generally came from the south. As street musicians they brought some culture and colour to brighten the lives of their Anglo Saxon compatriots. The Peter brothers (Joseph, violin; Vincent, flute) were accompanists for the silent movies. Later they were joined in NZ by John who played the harp and their widowed mother. They set up their tomato garden in 1915. During the First World War they were great patriotic fundraisers for the Italian Red Cross and the War Widows and Orphans’ Fund.
Chain migration occurred. The young men would come first and get established and then later the women, children and grandparents would follow. Some things, especially food, were hard to get used to but once they arrived they reverted to the recipes they knew from their homeland and growing tomatoes were a necessary ingredient for these.
In World War II things became harder for the Italians because Italy had aligned itself with the Axis Powers. Classed as “enemy aliens”, every Italian over the age of 16 had to be interviewed so that their “risk” to NZ’s security could be determined and were graded A-E (A being the highest risk) Their mail was censored and listening to short-wave radio was forbidden. They faced restrictions on buying property and where it could be bought. Enduring name calling and glasshouse breaking were just two of the crosses they had to bear – inflicted by those needing someone to blame.
As with all migrants, they have succeeded, however, in adding a necessary diversity to Nelson which was at the time a very Anglo-Saxon settlement in terms of culture and customs.
You could say she was born to it.
Jenny Baumfield’s involvement with motorcycles is an interest she shares with both maternal and paternal grandparents.
Not to mention other family members. As the photograph on the back cover of her History of the Nelson Motorcycle Club testifies, she learnt about the importance of maintenance at 9 months.
She had her first motorbike, a BSA Bantam at Intermediate school and the rest, as they say, is history. But her interests don’t stop there. When she spoke at our society’s March meeting her real topic was her latest publication: Nelson 1914. In this book she seeks to paint a picture of Nelson on the eve of the Great War 100 years ago. As she perused the issues of the Nelson Mail and the Colonist for that year, she selected for each month items which she felt were particularly relevant and arranged them under thematic headings: transport, education etc. In doing so she presents a fascinating picture of small town provincial life in one of our earliest European settlements.
With the beginnings of motorised transport, Nelson had its share of “teething troubles.” Speed was an issue and visibility at night. The water supply was troublesome as was the low pressure of the gas supply. Summer drought – then as now – could cause even a Catholic priest to be taken to court by the Inspector of Public Nuisances for wasting water – allowing a tap watering a rhubarb plant to be left unattended. A conviction, however, did not result because the question of who turned on the tap could not be established: local larrikins or the priest’s clever house cow? There were cesspools in the town and the nightcart still did its rounds. Road surfaces were bad and the outspoken local independent MP, Harry Atmore, could be a thorn in the side as well as an embarrassment to the Mayor.
The community, however, was very good at rallying around. Without accident compensation in place, people realised the need for helping out when disaster struck. Even children would break into their moneyboxes for a good cause.
However, the book Jenny has the most personal involvement with is probably her publication on cats entitled “Our Furry Family” (with profits going to the SPCA). She has had over 35 cats in her time so her love for the species is unquestioned. Her near death experience at the same time that her most valued cat was run over gave everyone “pause for thought.” Another incident involving a dead cat and its replacement could be entitled: “A Curious Coincidence.” You will need to read the book for more information on this one.
Jenny is a fluent speaker and we all enjoyed the 50 minutes she took out of her busy schedule as a teacher, writer and motorcycle rider to share with us the things in life that mean the most to her.
There was a good attendance in the Tasman District Library’s Barnicoat Room to hear the former president of the Nelson Historical Society speak on how World War I affected the lives of the people of Nelson.Nelson’s Experience of World War I – talk by Karen Stade
Her talk was well illustrated with contemporary photographs, one of the most interesting being the Wakefield Districts float of the NZ hospital ship Maheno, constructed on the back of a Hodgson truck and driven to Nelson on Gala Day 1915.Maheno Float
On 24th July members were treated to an address by Diana Clark, the great- granddaughter of Appo Hocton (Wong Ah Poo Hoc Ting) – Nelson’s first Chinese immigrant.
Appo came from Canton which he left when he was 9 years old. He began work as a cabin boy and worked his way up to being a steward on the Thomas Harrison which arrived in Nelson in February 1842. Food was scarce during the voyage and Appo helped the adolescent boys of the Winn family by smuggling them food – a favour not forgotten.
When the boat left after 16 days in port, Appo was not on board. He had decided that Nelson was the place for him. After several days “at large” on the Port Hills, he was eventually taken into custody, charged with desertion and placed in a “House of Correction” for 30 days. Dr Renwick who had come with him on the voyage paid his fine and employed him as his housekeeper.
In the 1849 Census it was recorded that he could read and write English, he lived in a thatched roof house in Bolton square and did contracting work on the roads. At this stage he could not buy land as he was classed as an “alien.
A case was put to the Governor of NZ and in 1852 he became the first naturalized New Zealander. Now he was able to buy land and build houses – which he proceeded to do. Some of his Nelson cottages are still standing: 40 Washington Road and 38 Hastings Street. Later he built 7 houses for his family in an area of Dovedale that became known as “Chinatown.”
Despite the strong anti-Chinese sentiment prevalent in the 1880’s, Appo’s standing in the parochial Nelson community was not diminished. He was accepted as a hardworking and astute citizen with a bright, charming personality, a regular attender at the Anglican church who always placed half a crown in the collection plate and something of a novelty as there were no other Chinese immigrants in Nelson.
Eventually the Hocton name died out as Appo’s descendants were mainly girls. He lost one boy tragically in a shooting accident. On reaching 100yrs he received a certificate from the Prince of Wales. When he died of senile decay in 1929 at the age of 103, sitting in his armchair, his obituary described him as “a gentleman.”
Diana’s address, which was accompanied by photos and other visual aids, was very well received. It was exciting to have the great-granddaughter of the man himself speaking to us.