tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13368952709010331472024-03-14T03:59:34.728+13:00-36,174 SOUTHcourtneycotton01@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13800100799965404408noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336895270901033147.post-89801989735809734632018-10-11T17:30:00.001+13:002018-10-11T17:32:55.528+13:001949-1950<p><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-l_QGo6KySaM/W77RwT6A8sI/AAAAAAAANs0/pZVlOHX419ATGm2IFzV9ajkpefc_MwUxQCHMYCw/s1600-h/me-aged-8%255B2%255D"><img title="me-aged-8" style="display: inline; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="me-aged-8" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BtyFR4_OFac/W77RxUSDkZI/AAAAAAAANs4/jLqk-1YX1cYZHJCUYt2zW3hUBklgiz10QCHMYCw/me-aged-8_thumb%255B1%255D?imgmax=800" width="433" height="433" /></a></p> <p align="justify"><font color="#000000">December 1948 aged 8 and looking even more grown up!</font></p> <p align="justify"><font color="#000000">What can I remember about 1949? I would have said absolutely nothing but I’m sure I’ll be able to dredge up something from the depths! It’s been over two years since my last post, time is getting on and I’d like to get to 1963 before it’s too late, so where to start?</font></p> <p align="justify"><font color="#000000">Perhaps with the fair isle jumper I’m wearing. Hand knitted by my mother and worn with extreme pride by me, it was all the rage and even now I still see them in the op-shops so maybe still fairly popular.</font></p> <p align="justify"><font color="#000000"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Y8yj7CjQK-g/W77RyHepb1I/AAAAAAAANs8/gxDXOEFeaY8x44gMv1OxHV77yJMcCeRpACHMYCw/s1600-h/Untitled-1%255B4%255D"><img title="Untitled-1" style="display: inline; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="Untitled-1" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ueST_kCv24o/W77Ry5NtntI/AAAAAAAANtA/hFabtGvTVMgFRHGHMrozMGMyXyGGSeijACHMYCw/Untitled-1_thumb%255B2%255D?imgmax=800" width="196" height="284" /></a></font><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hThaW3e658E/W77Rzhxlw9I/AAAAAAAANtE/vp8Jdngh3BIWbzjoc001SRKELy2N-DXZACHMYCw/s1600-h/ottie%255B4%255D"><img title="ottie" style="margin: 0px 0px 0px 9px; display: inline; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="ottie" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-o5mqqjsS1DA/W77R0V407JI/AAAAAAAANtI/4Uh28rFlR3MMij2l7oYwEUfIcD75rpn6QCHMYCw/ottie_thumb%255B2%255D?imgmax=800" width="223" height="284" /></a></p> <p align="justify"><font color="#000000">A 1949 knitting magazine with a lovely fair isle pattern, I would have given my teddy bear to have a beret like that. Next to that is a photo of Ursula Margaret Black (née Flaws) better known to me as Aunty Ottie, she was born in 1897 in Lerwick in the Shetland Islands off the coast of Scotland. One of the Shetland Islands is called Fair Isle and that is where the knitting style first originated. Aunty Ottie was a dab hand at it and I remember being absolutely fascinated watching her knitting, she had a padded leather pouch (makkin) tied around her waist with lots of small holes in it and she would sit the end of the knitting needles in it and away her fingers would fly, like this:-</font></p> <p align="justify"><font color="#000000"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8Jr61RIvUO0/W77R1ESLNgI/AAAAAAAANtM/73wHz9pheQcj5lWzFNoGa8toIfAe8qXwACHMYCw/s1600-h/makkin-belt%255B3%255D"><img title="makkin-belt" style="display: inline; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="makkin-belt" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-4GXNlhDQPqQ/W77R16HEZcI/AAAAAAAANtQ/RIWbYxf1G_A1oA_3XI4GtQ0dyr49VUoagCHMYCw/makkin-belt_thumb%255B1%255D?imgmax=800" width="433" height="223" /></a></font></p> <p align="justify"><font color="#000000">The following I vaguely remember from 1950:- <br /></font><font color="#0000ff"><strong><em> British Empire Games come to Auckland <br /> These were the first Empire Games (the forerunner to the Commonwealth Games) held since the Second World War. The main venue was Eden Park, which usually hosted rugby and cricket matches. The closing ceremony was held at Western Springs Stadium and the rowing regatta at Lake Karapiro in Waikato, 150 km away. <br /> Over the course of the week a total of 250,000 spectators watched athletes from 12 countries compete. New Zealand's 175-strong team finished third on the medal table with a total of 54 medals, its second-best return at any Empire, Commonwealth or Olympic Games (after the 1990 Commonwealth Games haul of 58 medals, again at Auckland).</em></strong></font></p> <p align="justify"><font color="#000000">I don't remember going to any of the events which is strange because Western Springs Stadium was just around the corner from where I lived and Eden Park was not that far away.</font> <font color="#000000">Probably because I don’t think my parents were into sports that much. I do remember going to a rugby game at Eden Park once with my father, I asked so many questions about the game that I was never invited again!</font> <br /></p> <p align="justify"><font color="#0000ff"><strong><em>The post-war ‘baby boom’ was the main contributor to a population increase of nearly 400,000 during the 1950s. But it was an immigrant on the Captain Hobson who in September 1952 officially took New Zealand’s population past the two million mark. More than 125,000 migrants settled here during the decade, the vast majority of them British.</em></strong></font></p> <p align="justify"><font color="#0000ff"><strong><em></em></strong></font></p> <p align="justify"><font color="#0000ff"><strong><em>Other events in 1950: <br /> In June the government ended petrol and butter rationing, finally lifting restrictions introduced during the Second World War. <br /> TEAL (Tasman Empire Airways Ltd) launched a new flying boat service carrying 27 passengers between Evans Bay, Wellington, and Sydney. TEAL had been operating Solent flying boats between Sydney and Mechanics Bay, Auckland, since 1940. <br /> The death in December of wartime Labour Prime Minister Peter Fraser symbolised the end of an era that had been dominated by the Depression and the Second World War. <br /> During the 1950s Kiwis spent pounds, shillings and pence (£ s d). Imperial currency was complex: pounds were divided into 20 shillings, and there were 12 pence to the shilling.</em></strong></font></p> <p align="justify"><font color="#0000ff"><strong><em>The big-ticket household items in the fifties were washing machines and refrigerators. Yet even by 1959 only 54% of dwellings had the sole or shared use of a refrigerator, while 57% had the sole or shared use of a washing machine. Those without such mod cons relied on ‘boiling the copper’ to do their laundry and stored perishables like meat in a food safe, a box with a netting side through which fresh air circulated. At the end of the decade 14% of New Zealand dwellings still lacked piped water and 19% did not have a flush toilet.</em></strong></font></p> <p align="justify"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HZe45v1sJkc/W77R2v4NVuI/AAAAAAAANtU/k3jn8U8g200aNLkLBQhbCzYJbTdaHSzXwCHMYCw/s1600-h/toilet%255B11%255D"><img title="toilet" style="margin: 0px 0px 0px 20px; float: right; display: inline; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="toilet" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-NxJj_7RGv4E/W77R3bwcGYI/AAAAAAAANtY/rNKn5jvCqpkA8uuywILqHM3ReaAB97_aACHMYCw/toilet_thumb%255B5%255D?imgmax=800" width="176" align="right" height="366" /></a><font color="#000000">It was about this time that I remember Dad installing our toilet inside instead of us having to go out the back door to the toilet which was part of the house but with the door outside! Our old toilet was flushable where we used to 'pull the chain' to flush the water in the cistern which was up near the ceiling, it looked a bit like this one but I don't remember ours being  quite so flash. The new one had a push button flush, luxury! </font></p> <p align="justify"><font color="#0000ff"><font color="#000000"> I also remember we had a non-electric fridge (maybe even an Ice Box) in my early years, each week the iceman would deliver a HUGE block of ice, slung over his back on a big hook, that would sit at the back/on top of the fridge and over the week it would slowly melt, don’t ask me how it worked, I have no idea.</font></font></p> <p align="justify"><font color="#000000">We also had a washing machine with a wringer, every Saturday morning without fail it was my turn to either put the clothes through the wringer or hang them on the line. Come to think of it I think at 8 and 9 I would have been a bit too short to reach the clothesline so I was probably stuck doing the wringing! I do recall we had a long line stretched between the house and the garage out the back and a long two pronged wooden pole to prop the line up so maybe it did hang down low enough for me to hang the clothes up.</font></p> <p align="justify"><font color="#000000"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-wtGSsX8nXiU/W77SctzBgEI/AAAAAAAANt0/LytKHOrykdcfg-UQU-VqfXnhb5L_VfVaQCHMYCw/s1600-h/me-age-8ish-429w%255B3%255D"><img title="me-age-8ish-429w" style="display: inline; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="me-age-8ish-429w" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-y_DavXjV21A/W77SdbNn4WI/AAAAAAAANt4/fp8dNXZTJ9MP_yK35HLTvAjq19HlAQ03wCHMYCw/me-age-8ish-429w_thumb%255B1%255D?imgmax=800" width="433" height="433" /></a></font></p> <p align="justify"><font color="#0000ff"><font color="#000000">--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</font></font></p> <p align="justify"><font color="#0000ff"><font color="#000000"></font> <br /></font></p> <font color="#0000ff"><strong><em></em></strong></font> <p align="justify"><font color="#000000"></font></p> <p align="justify"><font color="#000000"></font></p>courtneycotton01@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13800100799965404408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336895270901033147.post-11556606149826901562016-08-23T22:14:00.001+12:002018-10-11T14:35:56.453+13:001946-1948<p><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-3RclB7XAyM8/V7w5jOmGXSI/AAAAAAAANWs/YRv7kHX1FKc/s1600-h/me-aged-6%25255B1%25255D.jpg"><img title="me-aged-6" style="border: 0px currentcolor; border-image: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="me-aged-6" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-f_hSxo9plMA/V7w5juwBdXI/AAAAAAAANWw/QH9oNeBHjZA/me-aged-6_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="429" height="429" /></a></p> <p align="justify">Taken in May 1947 so I was 6½ and looking quite grown up.</p> <p align="justify">There’s nothing much to report memorywise I’m afraid so I’ll just post a few photos, if I can find any, not many cameras were found in homes in those days.</p> <p align="justify"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-XIlATO0bsOw/V7w5kc9qaSI/AAAAAAAANW0/lzNHbtCwv1I/s1600-h/not-beyond-repair%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="not-beyond-repair" style="border: 0px currentcolor; border-image: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="not-beyond-repair" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oCSFizt6WaE/V7w5lFmwjYI/AAAAAAAANW4/cYocnyWwGv0/not-beyond-repair_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="429" height="429" /></a></p> <p>The journalling reads:-</p> <p align="justify"><em><font color="#0000ff">Although I was born during the second World War we three girls were always beautifully dressed. Mum made all of our clothes, including the hand stitched smocking, out of whatever material she could get hold of.  She hand knitted baby clothes and all of our woollen garments. We never seemed to be without a ribbon in our hair. We didn’t own a camera in those days but  there were photographers in the streets, parks & the Zoo, so I have lots of photos when I’m all dressed up but not a lot of candid shots.</font></em></p> <p align="justify"><font color="#000000">29 Jan 1948 – the youngest and last addition to our family was born today, Sandra Mary Eleanor, the most gorgeous baby I had ever seen. I remember being woken up very early this morning with someone knocking on my bedroom window very loudly! It turned out to be our doctor come to tell us she’d been born and he couldn’t raise anyone when he knocked on the door! No telephone in our house as yet. Karin and I used to argue all the time about whose turn it was to feed her!</font></p> <p align="justify"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Tv62FFw5BI8/V7w5lo_AqMI/AAAAAAAANW8/LPjWJRFFpJU/s1600-h/midnight-rose-challenge%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="midnight-rose-challenge" style="border: 0px currentcolor; border-image: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="midnight-rose-challenge" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_u7n4Zuf_Co/V7w5mcn30dI/AAAAAAAANXA/CPuUjPmDPMk/midnight-rose-challenge_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="429" height="429" /></a></p> <p>Journalling on this one reads:-</p> <p align="justify"><em><font color="#0000ff">I didn’t get my first real doll until I was 7 years old. She came all the way from England after the war when my mother’s sister & her family came back to NZ after being stuck in England when war broke out. I loved my dolly dearly but oh boy did I covet that beautiful outfit my cousin’s doll had on! My sister sitting between us is holding my youngest sister who was 8 weeks old. March 1948.</font></em></p> <p align="justify"><font color="#000000"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2k1R2AuOMfI/V7w5mwxxPbI/AAAAAAAANXE/B8OmrJi_Zo0/s1600-h/pen-nib%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="pen-nib" style="margin: 0px 20px 0px 0px; border: 0px currentcolor; border-image: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; float: left; display: inline; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="pen-nib" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-J1aqzrE4zvM/V7w5nY1luUI/AAAAAAAANXI/QIuutujVwu4/pen-nib_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" align="left" height="104" /></a></font></p> <p align="justify"><font color="#000000">Although the ball-point pen had been invented in 1938 I do remember still using nib pens & ink right upto at least 1948 at school, a bit like this one but not quite as flash! I also remember when we started to use ballpoint pens I was quite disgusted you couldn’t rub out your</font> <font color="#000000">mistakes like you could with pencil! I’m sure I had my hair dipped in the inkwell more than once too….</font></p> <p align="justify"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7qRnoAnjWTY/V7xBkgpzETI/AAAAAAAANXw/Xwz5rJcX5To/s1600-h/desks%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="desks" style="border: 0px currentcolor; border-image: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="desks" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PfeidIMQkL4/V7xBlODk0DI/AAAAAAAANX0/KHru_nVDSB8/desks_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="379" height="333" /></a></p> <p align="justify"><font color="#0000ff"><font color="#000000">Despite the fact that the long-playing record had a history that went back to the 1920s it wasn’t until 1947 they were f<font color="#0000ff"><font color="#000000">inally perfected.</font></font></font></font></p> <p align="justify"><font color="#0000ff"><em>In 1947, Columbia (which did not have its own record player manufacturing facility) kept the LP a secret while they made a deal with the Philco Radio Company in Philadelphia to manufacture the new players necessary for the success of their new type of record.</em></font><font color="#0000ff"><em> They saw that it was pointless to attempt to market the LP without a good collection of recordings so they assembled a library of recordings in the new format before releasing it to the public. Although all types of music were released as LPs, they were especially ideal for longer pieces of music, such as symphonies or operas.</em></font></p> <p align="justify"><font color="#0000ff"><em><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fWYuh4FKIp8/V7w5n9i1ZII/AAAAAAAANXM/447K-_DSdh8/s1600-h/stereo%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="stereo" style="border: 0px currentcolor; border-image: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="stereo" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Y5JC4IGYeU8/V7w5oh-vBvI/AAAAAAAANXQ/u5WA-NIe0z8/stereo_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="429" height="565" /></a></em></font></p> <p align="justify">Ours was similar to this one although Dad had built it in so it looked different, we weren’t to get it until I was a teenager so more of that later.</p> <p align="justify">One last photo, not a good one, quite blurred but it is a candid one that I said I didn’t have many of, taken one day with our visiting cousins in our backyard, in front of our old Continental Beacon car. Starting at the front: my sister Karin, Bill, Me, Winsome, Bubbles & Marae. You can see the passionfruit vine climbing up the shed in the background, every summer it would cover the roof and be full of yummy purple fruit and the taste of summer, one of those tastes or smells that instantly reminds you of something in your past.</p> <p align="justify"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-U78dRI2tYhA/V7w-y3nJfAI/AAAAAAAANXg/PVlEcl0XXHQ/s1600-h/1948%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="1948" style="border: 0px currentcolor; border-image: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="1948" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-o2eVriSh9_c/V7w-ztaAz2I/AAAAAAAANXk/TGuVP4nQ0Ss/1948_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="429" height="302" /></a></p> <p><em><font color="#0000ff"><strong>Events of 1947-1948:- <br /> Still governed by the Labour Party with Peter Fraser Prime Minister. <br /> 6 Feb: First annual Waitangi Day ceremony held at Waitangi. <br /> 6 Mar: The NZ Symphony Orchestra perform for the first time. <br /> 18 Nov: 41 people die in the Ballantyne's department store fire. <br /> Top Song 1947: Near You by Francis Craig. <br /> Top Song 1948: Twelfth Street Rag by Pee Wee Hunt. <br /> Now is the Hour by Bing Crosby was #3. <br /> Best Picture 1947: Gentleman's Agreement <br /> Best Picture 1948: Hamlet</strong></font></em> <br /></p> <p align="justify">-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</p>courtneycotton01@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13800100799965404408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336895270901033147.post-64159710893494107902016-02-06T19:29:00.001+13:002016-02-07T01:12:27.226+13:001945 to 1946<p><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-E7PIfmB9J0A/VrWV9cQ73LI/AAAAAAAAMgs/9Ww7M4iItLo/s1600-h/myfirst-5yearsx600%25255B9%25255D.jpg"><img title="myfirst-5yearsx600" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="myfirst-5yearsx600" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-YF_4bVjJxTA/VrWV-saV-3I/AAAAAAAAMgw/Xnvcdg_gGqk/myfirst-5yearsx600_thumb%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="424" height="424" /></a></p> <p align="justify">1945, this was the year Mum must have decided to start having our Milestone photos taken every two years so there isn’t one this year!</p> <p align="justify">Surprisingly, I do have a very clear memory of my first day at school although not exactly sure if it was in November on my birthday or the start of the new school year in February.  Mum left me at the door with the teacher and fled, she was probably having a little cry outside, or maybe a yahoo or two. I was quite overwhelmed and scared but I didn’t cry and was soon accepted into the fold and started looking forward to going each day. In those days the first two years were called The Primers (Primer 1-4) and the next four years were called The Standards (Standard 1-4).</p> <p align="justify"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-C_0FW59kqwU/VrXe2ouDgwI/AAAAAAAAMhw/SsPVH5IH6nY/s1600-h/school-books%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="school-books" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="school-books" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yyqLFvZ_vHU/VrXe3mUvicI/AAAAAAAAMh0/3xyIEZlbJ48/school-books_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="424" height="270" /></a></p> <p align="justify"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fXc4ReJZdCA/VrXe4IiP5gI/AAAAAAAAMh4/p-pdUUxYk7Y/s1600-h/school-book-inside%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="school-book-inside" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="school-book-inside" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WCNp5jhtSiU/VrXe5AyQIeI/AAAAAAAAMh8/x8px6mldEMA/school-book-inside_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="424" height="286" /></a></p> <p align="justify">Westmere Primary School (originally named Richmond West School) was a brick building built in 1914 and renamed in 1930, the primers were in a separate building which I think from memory was one of those prefabricated classrooms.  </p> <p align="justify">The old school buildings were demolished in 1978 (the school hall still remains) and the current school was built to comply with the earthquake building code. This is the front of the old main building in the 1930s, I was later to move into the room front left with Mr Jennings as my teacher in the Standards.</p> <p align="justify"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ufUihn3jp6E/VrWV_mfGdaI/AAAAAAAAMg0/CNEHLBS2Py0/s1600-h/westmereschool1930s%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img title="westmereschool1930s" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="westmereschool1930s" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-K3fBOu-246o/VrWWAlToP2I/AAAAAAAAMg4/steCOBKq2Rc/westmereschool1930s_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="424" height="255" /></a></p> <p align="justify">Westmere School was in the next street parallel to where we lived and although in this map it shows there’s a Reserve with walkways between our two streets in those days that wasn’t there, it was just an overgrown mess we used to call ‘The Gully’, sometimes if we were running late for school we’d take a short cut but it wasn’t such a good idea, there was lots of cutty grass and all sorts of horrible insects & animals we thought were about to attack us!</p> <p align="justify"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dyNsTW7_zeU/VrWWBSRtepI/AAAAAAAAMg8/LtTIyPSAmok/s1600-h/short-cut-westmere-school-m%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="short-cut-westmere-school-m" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="short-cut-westmere-school-m" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZMb8VprDQM0/VrWWCdXhPKI/AAAAAAAAMhA/EZQ8bLLOGJw/short-cut-westmere-school-m_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="424" height="296" /></a></p> <p><strong>Legend:</strong> <br /><strong><font color="#ff0000"><font size="5">*</font> 42 Wellpark Ave</font> <br /><font color="#ff00ff"><font size="5">*</font> Westmere Primary School</font></strong> <br /><font color="#0000ff"><strong><font size="5">*</font> Pasadena Intermediate School</strong></font> <br /><strong><font color="#00ff00"><font size="5">*</font> Western Springs Stadium/Speedway</font></strong> <br /></p> <p align="center"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-v358yyRuau8/VrWWDnIbaDI/AAAAAAAAMhE/KZjkQqZ1NNk/s1600-h/westmeremap1950x450px%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="westmeremap1950x450px" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="westmeremap1950x450px" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-pFRKqT4nErA/VrWWE7IgVII/AAAAAAAAMhI/oI0PiEnxxFE/westmeremap1950x450px_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="424" height="339" /></a><strong><em><font size="1">'Sir George Grey Special Collections, Auckland Libraries, NZ Map 3505'</font></em></strong></p> <p align="center"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6IVLDHZJW3A/VrWWGCBm51I/AAAAAAAAMhM/0Zy32_3JqXY/s1600-h/%252527Sir-George-Grey-Special-Co%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="'Sir-George-Grey-Special-Co" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="'Sir-George-Grey-Special-Co" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-bZnjpLQEvcM/VrWWHX5lKUI/AAAAAAAAMhQ/zpnPK_VayAE/%252527Sir-George-Grey-Special-Co_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="424" height="359" /></a><strong><em><font size="1">'Sir George Grey Special Collections, Auckland Libraries, NZ Map 7276'</font></em></strong></p> <p align="justify">This next photo was taken sometime in the 1950s, the shop is next door to the school, you can see the school gates and where the milk bottle crates sat all morning curdling in the hot sun, and the building in the far corner on the right was the ‘murder house’, I guess it was built the farthest away from the main building as they could get it because they didn’t want the pupils being upset by the screams! Believe me, going to the dental nurse in those days was a whole lot worse than it is today. For our first break, called ‘play time’, every child in the school was given half a pint (that was before metric) of milk that came in a glass bottle with a round cardboard lid that had a hole in it for the straw, usually by that time the cream on the top of the milk (only full cream milk back then) had gone hard in the sun and tasted horrid! I remember using the cardboard discs to make many a pom-pom for my dolls’ clothes. We were also given an apple each from a box where every apple was wrapped in it’s own tissue paper. <a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-EEzQy3jGHt8/VrWWKkmUsjI/AAAAAAAAMhc/Yk-JdziKLsk/s1600-h/school-gates%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="school-gates" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="school-gates" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-e-Th2A6FUo4/VrWWLj78SHI/AAAAAAAAMhg/lLr5Lq9E_8Y/school-gates_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="424" height="319" /></a></p> <p align="center"><strong><em><font size="1">'Sir George Grey Special Collections, Auckland Libraries, 580-946'</font></em></strong></p> <p align="justify"><strong><em><font color="#0000ff">(New Zealand's First Labour Government introduced free milk for children at school in 1937 to improve the health and welfare of young Kiwis. In the midst of the Great Depression, it didn't hurt to find a steady demand for surplus milk either. For a time during the Second War War, school children even received an apple a day.</font></em></strong></p> <p align="justify"><strong><em><font color="#0000ff">School milk meant better bone & teeth development, as well as a "meal" in the stomach at time when widespread economic deprivation caused by the Depression meant many kids did not get full nutrition at home.</font></em></strong></p> <p align="justify"><strong><em><font color="#0000ff">Between 1937-67, school children received a half pint bottle of milk during their morning class sessions. In an era before widespread refrigeration, crates of milk boats were often stored in a small slatted shed raised off the ground in some shaded spot close to the school gates. At least that was the case at the primary school I attended in the last years of the programme. Boys in standard 6 would pile crates on a hand cart and deliver the milk to each classroom, later collecting crates of empties to be returned to the shed for later pick-up by the milkman.</font></em></strong></p> <p align="justify"><strong><em><font color="#0000ff">School milk was not to everyone's taste, especially on warm, sunny days when unrefrigerated milk would warm and start to turn. The crown of cream on top of the bottle's contents could also be a bit off-putting as it clogged one's way into the liquid below. <a href="http://thenewzealandjournal.blogspot.co.nz/2010/04/free-milk-in-schools-programme-in-new.html"><font size="1">Website Reference:</font></a> )</font></em></strong></p> <p align="justify"><font color="#000000">I’m fairly sure the apple a day continued on for a few years after the war because I didn’t start school until the end of the war and I remember getting the apples for quite a while.</font></p> <p align="center"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-pYH4PnWV6YU/VrXe53RODzI/AAAAAAAAMiA/TMe4UsVrTjg/s1600-h/milk-1942%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="milk-1942" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="milk-1942" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZJ-xKbcZeZ0/VrXe6mFT6bI/AAAAAAAAMiE/ulKCrHWr__I/milk-1942_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="424" height="362" /></a></p> <p align="center"><strong><em><font size="1">'Sir George Grey Special Collections, Auckland Libraries, awns-19420513-23-3'</font></em></strong></p> <p align="center"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ChTt_y6c5fw/VrXe7arIxZI/AAAAAAAAMiI/e4aKTkw3LJM/s1600-h/apples%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="apples" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="apples" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-B2OFU3eWdsE/VrXe8IRjozI/AAAAAAAAMiM/8dZGV_iTfb0/apples_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="424" height="332" /></a></p> <p align="justify">I became an avid reader and a recent memory flash back is of my favourite books at a young age, they were Mary Mouse by Enid Blyton, I loved those books and couldn’t get enough of them.</p> <p align="justify"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-XO9ul96uicQ/VrXe89XiaPI/AAAAAAAAMiQ/Dpi2mdjjqtg/s1600-h/mary-mouse-books%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="mary-mouse-books" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="mary-mouse-books" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-c3giuuToCuI/VrXe9mnWMLI/AAAAAAAAMiU/VCRERO9WiLc/mary-mouse-books_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="424" height="201" /></a></p> <p> <br /><strong><em><font color="#0000ff">Events of 1946:- <br />Family benefit of £1 per week becomes universal. <br />Bank of New Zealand nationalised. <br />24 Nov: general election, won by Labour, Peter Fraser becomes Prime Minister. <br />20 Aug: Railway disaster in Manawatu Gorge. <br />Best Picture: The Best Years of Our Lives. <br />Top Song: Prisoner of Love by Perry Como.</font></em></strong></p> <p align="justify">-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</p>courtneycotton01@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13800100799965404408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336895270901033147.post-46116537558980147512016-01-08T01:52:00.001+13:002016-01-08T01:52:11.125+13:00April 1945<p> </p> <p><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--mr8XA94OOw/Vo5fT1F3GqI/AAAAAAAAMds/U2Eh2UKfIcE/s1600-h/me-aged-4%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="me-aged-4" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="me-aged-4" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nvCDfFYR7fw/Vo5fU8OcO7I/AAAAAAAAMd0/g-NWbsFU9q4/me-aged-4_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="424" height="424" /></a></p> <p align="justify">So we are up to 1945, I’m not quite 4 & a half in this one. I can only vaguely remember living, playing outside & sleeping before I went to school so there’s not much to tell before then except perhaps that I was looking forward to starting school, who knows. The above photo was taken the same day as this one with Grumps, she’s not smiling, doesn’t feel obliged to do what Mum is telling her and there’s me the proper little angel:-</p> <p><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-v8K9gYUFcIg/Vo5fVmYwI7I/AAAAAAAAMd8/A68CMUn_6rE/s1600-h/karin-me-apr-1945-edited%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="karin-me-apr-1945-edited" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="karin-me-apr-1945-edited" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-trTVD5x43_E/Vo5fWqFGl0I/AAAAAAAAMeE/G41n0VHcjXQ/karin-me-apr-1945-edited_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="424" height="328" /></a></p> <p align="justify">This one is taken on Browns Bay Beach, also with Grumps along with Grandpa Courtney Parks & Dad in their Sunday best. Note she gets the bucket & spade and I get an old tin & stick! </p> <p><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-XsYlbjwp9Z4/Vo5fXV3-3JI/AAAAAAAAMeI/B7p6aZS5C2Y/s1600-h/on-browns-bay-beach-c1945%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="on-browns-bay-beach-c1945" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="on-browns-bay-beach-c1945" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-VFoTHM9YO-Y/Vo5fYhCkZTI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/yZ-Ii5p01D0/on-browns-bay-beach-c1945_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="424" height="364" /></a></p> <p align="justify">Boy was she spoilt, I was invisible after she was born! I was just so jealous I guess, I remember trying very hard to please my mother so she would know I existed. She didn’t believe in filling us up with bread at meals like a lot of families did in those days but sometimes she just had to and would ask if we wanted white or brown bread, she was always drumming into us how much better brown bread was for us so I’d say brown bread thinking she would give us brown anyway and Karin said white and she got it! I was most put out because I wanted white too.</p> <p align="justify">Taking the opportunity here to add a photo of each of my parents when they were babies:-</p> <p align="justify"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-B6qSC-M8vTE/Vo5fZCMbpYI/AAAAAAAAMec/H_iDT2kRU4Q/s1600-h/mum-baby%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="mum-baby" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; display: block; padding-right: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="mum-baby" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-q2N3GI7_xnU/Vo5faJnSzVI/AAAAAAAAMek/3Iv9nGYLSPE/mum-baby_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="424" height="554" /></a></p> <p align="center"><strong><em>Gwendoline Eleanor Parks 1912-1983</em></strong><strong><em></em></strong></p> <p><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-81zOj8RD55M/Vo5fbBVfmPI/AAAAAAAAMes/esA4_OuL1fI/s1600-h/dad-baby%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="dad-baby" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; display: block; padding-right: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="dad-baby" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BqErmAFY89w/Vo5fcNs0NgI/AAAAAAAAMe0/jac-sstUfCM/dad-baby_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="391" height="498" /></a></p> <p align="center"><strong><em>Ronald Charles Whitney 1910-1966</em></strong></p> <p align="left"><strong><em><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-R5lC8TwscEw/Vo5fc-GF1TI/AAAAAAAAMe8/yHrJFpzKNwM/s1600-h/family-of-four-edited-use%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="family-of-four-edited-use" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="family-of-four-edited-use" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nU8b1jsHvBA/Vo5fdzF8rBI/AAAAAAAAMfE/iNVOtK47y8Q/family-of-four-edited-use_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="424" height="286" /></a></em></strong></p> <p align="justify">Not sure of the date of this one but looks to be around about the same year, I had to clean this photo up as it had a very thick crayon mark right across it, I wonder who that was? Not me surely…</p>courtneycotton01@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13800100799965404408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336895270901033147.post-73248737669147704152016-01-06T19:25:00.000+13:002016-01-06T19:33:31.788+13:00January 1944<br />
Three years old, what do I remember? Absolutely nothing!<br />
The next photograph in my Crichton d’Ora album, taken when I was 3 yrs 2 mths
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Me with a Kangaroo of all things! Little did I know that I had
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<em><span style="color: red;">Food rationing started in NZ in 1942
and by Oct 1943 we were up to the third issue of rationing books, they were
printed in three different colours, to signify the three different age groups
they were for: children six mths to 5 years, children 5 to 10, and everyone
else. In this photo two women are examing their new ration book, it also shows
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would have been older than three as I had gone to the shops by myself to get a
half loaf of bread for our next door neighbour Aunty Caddy, there was no sliced
or wrapped bread in those days and not many choices of what sort of bread, white
or brown and I don’t think it was even wholemeal, probably white was coloured
with treacle or similar. On my way home I gradually ate most of the soft stuff
so there was just the hard outside crust left and my excuse was that I hadn’t
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<em><span style="color: red;">Events of 1943:- <br />New Zealand troops
take part in the invasion of Italy. <br />Eleanor Roosevelt arrives in New Zealand
for a visit. <br />NZ general election, Peter Fraser was still our Prime Minister.
<br />The top song was Paper Doll by the Mills Brothers and the top Broadway
musical Oklahoma. <br />The Academy Award winning movie was MGM's Mrs Miniver
starring Greer Garson. <br />The Jitterbug was the dance of the 1940s. <br />George
Harrison and Mick Jagger were born. <br />The Glenn Miller Orchestra provided the
most popular music. <br />Stockings were very scarce so woman would colour their
legs with gravy browning and draw a straight line down the back to make it look
like a seam, that was before seamless stockings became available. I remember
wearing seamed stockings (when I was older) and what a pain they were to keep
the seam straight! <br />A woman's clothes essentials were a turban, the tied
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courtneycotton01@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13800100799965404408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336895270901033147.post-16531854703056032302014-08-01T16:06:00.001+12:002019-07-27T18:28:54.137+12:0012 November 1942<p>Two years old.</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-gvDK1oUawJA/U9sSDvLU6BI/AAAAAAAAJQM/9QEwwNbJRYE/s1600-h/metwoyears7.jpg"><img title="me-two-years" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" border="0" alt="me-two-years" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-liIYqNYpR4I/U9sSE3eEEsI/AAAAAAAAJQU/Z3MgC0jLeI0/metwoyears_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="554" /></a> </p> <p align="justify">This photo taken on my second birthday is from my Crichton D’Ora photograph album. Although my hair was naturally curly I remember my mother wrapping long strips of old sheets around my hair at night to make the long curls even curlier. She also did all the smocking on my dress which she had made herself. I do remember going to the photo studio over the years but probably not this early.</p> <p align="justify">Crichton D’Ora Photographic Studio was at 338 Karangahape Rd, upstairs. I went there to have my photo taken regularly up until I was 21 so I know they were in business from at least 1940 to 1961. They were a very popular photographic studio and I’m sure most of Auckland in those days have an album of theirs. I think mine must have been one of the earlier ones because after searching for them in Google I found there isn’t much information on them at all and the Photographer’s Database on the Auckland Library website has them listed as in business from at least 1943. </p> <p align="justify">They were associated with Thea of the Auckland <font face="Times New Roman">1</font>ZB Radio Station (Thea’s Sunbeams) at the time and she was the inaugurator of The Milestone Sessions. </p> <p align="justify"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-nJMVN5wZEek/U9sSGPFikDI/AAAAAAAAJQc/dZhL_36oyFM/s1600-h/milestone-album%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img title="milestone-album" style="margin: 0px; border: 0px currentcolor; display: inline;" border="0" alt="milestone-album" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-9CcPCKDlNNM/U9sSHarXeFI/AAAAAAAAJQk/KNhSqAaYaJk/milestone-album_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="554" /></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-MUyxW2mbYCE/U9sSIMKEjNI/AAAAAAAAJQs/1SBxO-izId8/s1600-h/poem-page%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img title="poem-page" style="margin: 0px; border: 0px currentcolor; display: inline;" border="0" alt="poem-page" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-uZEx37hCdA4/U9sSJCU6LTI/AAAAAAAAJQ0/K9_xRo7ZCXg/poem-page_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="599" /></a></p> <p align="justify"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Fbdb5z9BYrM/U9sSKAz-k_I/AAAAAAAAJQ8/xSfbIRuiWQo/s1600-h/theas-page%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="theas-page" style="border: 0px currentcolor; display: inline;" border="0" alt="theas-page" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-u7hUJTMw_xs/U9sSLBKLL3I/AAAAAAAAJRE/chDQx3pxIEc/theas-page_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="554" /></a> </p> <p align="justify">The Milestone Album is dedicated to Thea’s memory so perhaps she had retired or died by then. I found her name mentioned in the newspapers regularly up until 1939 but nothing after that.</p> <p align="justify"><font color="#ff0000"><em>Apart from WWII nothing much worth mentioning happened in 1942 it seems. On the 12 June the first five ships of American troops from the 38th US Army Division land in Auckland & the filming of "Casablanca" with Ingrid Bergman and Humphrey Bogart, is finished. Peter Fraser was our Prime Minister. The Top Song from Oct 1942 to Jan 1943 was Bing Crosby’s White Christmas.  The ‘Zoot Suit’ was back in fashion and it became more acceptable for women to wear pants as they entered the workforce, and also for the first time, bathing suits for women came in two pieces as opposed to the more conservative one-piece suit. My sister, Karin Laraine, was born on 20 August.</em></font></p> <p align="justify"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-_NDIe8m1AYk/U9sSL38ljFI/AAAAAAAAJRM/5rQbQ4U6Ggc/s1600-h/me-grands-1943%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="me-grands-1943" style="border: 0px currentcolor; display: inline;" border="0" alt="me-grands-1943" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-OJ22NCEPa0E/U9sSM7N4a-I/AAAAAAAAJRU/5xiOfff-TYY/me-grands-1943_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="238" /></a> </p> <p align="justify"><em><font size="1">With baby sister Karin, Dad and my mother’s parents, at Browns Bay.</font></em></p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-7A_gu33XN64/U9sSN5KoMVI/AAAAAAAAJRc/ZZ9XQHmRLwc/s1600-h/me---2-years-2%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="me---2-years-2" style="border: 0px currentcolor; display: inline;" border="0" alt="me---2-years-2" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-TWeEwZkNWVA/U9sSPBTJv6I/AAAAAAAAJRk/g1S_YQ3KdRQ/me---2-years-2_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="555" /></a> </p> <p align="justify">And how about these classic Kiwi slang words from the 1940s:-</p> <p align="justify">hangava, bobbydazzler, dag, pearler, stunner, ripsnorter, corker, jake, bonzer, rube, grouce, stinker, rumpty, dinkydie, wonky, batty, barmey, dotty, looney, dippy, skite, sheila, chutty. </p>courtneycotton01@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13800100799965404408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336895270901033147.post-30429805135123953972013-12-09T23:32:00.001+13:002013-12-09T23:32:28.567+13:00November 1941<p>I came across this today, 72 years old and still going strong, it will outlast all of us I’m sure! Apparently I started off as a blond blue eyed babe, shame it didn’t stay that way!</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-hMsTL7vMTi4/UqWcN368IQI/AAAAAAAAIIs/Qco6UOXj4c4/s1600-h/my-hair%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="my-hair" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline" border="0" alt="my-hair" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-XXBxpWNs0uU/UqWcOiVbYPI/AAAAAAAAII0/X6oFNh8Sl2M/my-hair_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="424" height="210" /></a></p> courtneycotton01@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13800100799965404408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336895270901033147.post-21245121506611193362013-12-09T00:22:00.001+13:002013-12-09T00:38:12.055+13:00A 30 Year Old Mystery Solved<p align="justify"><font color="#000000">Well, is my name Sherlock or what? I’ve had this photo forever it seems although it’s probably only since my mother died in 1983 when I inherited a lot of her candid photographs, most of them not named or dated!</font></p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-H9E6g5DgdjQ/UqRWHDmV4LI/AAAAAAAAIGA/cx8wz5hGK7o/s1600-h/backs-fourhouses-hotel%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="backs-fourhouses-hotel" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="backs-fourhouses-hotel" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-7FQ6utqNEnU/UqRWH7DhOmI/AAAAAAAAIGI/IX_5ytLa_tU/backs-fourhouses-hotel_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="424" height="246" /></a> </p> <p align="justify"><font color="#000000">As I mentioned yesterday, I had only recently found that my father was living at 8 Margaret St in Dec 1940 and sometime before I was 6 mths old we had moved to Grafton Rd. Over the years whenever I came across this photo I had thought it was of Grafton Rd because I had another one very similar that did have ‘Grafton Rd’ written on the back.</font></p> <p align="justify"><font color="#000000">For some reason I’d really like to know where I was living when I was born, I don’t know why. So today I spent all day pouring over hundreds of photographs in the Sir George Grey Special Collections on the Auckland Libraries website looking for anything that compared with the above photo, no luck at all. Until all of a sudden as I was looking at it through a magnifying glass I spied two words on a sign on the building on the extreme right with the row of six windows – it said ‘Suffolk Hotel’. </font></p> <p><font color="#000000">Hello Google and Wikipedia! </font></p> <ul> <li><font color="#0000ff"><em><b>1865-68</b> The Suffolk Hotel (now the Cavalier Tavern) is built on College Hill.</em></font> </li> </ul> <p align="justify"><font color="#000000">Lo and behold I found a few photos of the Suffolk Hotel, this one was taken about 1895:-</font></p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-qP0htOooAJ8/UqRWIrflapI/AAAAAAAAIGQ/T-7QOwoFKSI/s1600-h/suffolk-hotel-blog%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="suffolk-hotel-blog" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="suffolk-hotel-blog" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-WH7_ARc-dk8/UqRWJXR5AyI/AAAAAAAAIGY/bNghWGBAedk/suffolk-hotel-blog_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="424" height="232" /></a> <font size="1"><strong><em>'Sir George Grey Special Collections, Auckland Libraries, 7-A4941'</em></strong></font></p> <p align="justify"><font color="#000000">If you compare the top six windows in this photo with my photo you’ll see they are the same, there’s a shorter distance between the first two windows than the rest of them and the last window is not as high as the other five, the same in both photos. And this one taken on 25 Mar 1904:-</font></p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-cWlzOL3hkww/UqRWKHFannI/AAAAAAAAIGg/vEiYAajI1lk/s1600-h/suffolk-hotel-25-3-1904%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="suffolk-hotel-25-3-1904" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="suffolk-hotel-25-3-1904" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-llDaW9Hj9H8/UqRWK1d3eiI/AAAAAAAAIGo/pNYRuYHxXYk/suffolk-hotel-25-3-1904_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="424" height="266" /></a> <font size="1"><strong><em>'Sir George Grey Special Collections, Auckland Libraries, 1-W1106’</em></strong></font></p> <p align="justify"><font color="#000000">In this one the hotel is obscured by the trees but you can see that it’s on College Hill Road as you come down the hill from the Three Lamps Corner at Ponsonby. When I saw this I knew I was onto something, because back up the hill on the right just out of the picture is Margaret St. Thanks to Google Maps I was able to finally work it out, I’m about 99% sure that my photo was taken from 8 Margaret St. This is the Hotel as it was in 2012 & the four houses next door:-</font><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-NfZBgCKe2Vc/UqRWLRlogpI/AAAAAAAAIGw/uZ6h-TuEpvg/s1600-h/cavalier-tavern-blog%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><font color="#000000"><img title="cavalier-tavern-blog" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 0px 15px; border-left: 0px; display: inline" border="0" alt="cavalier-tavern-blog" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-MH-hJ5acFvM/UqRWMNtSGbI/AAAAAAAAIG4/3GckE4bes2A/cavalier-tavern-blog_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="370" height="233" /></font> </a><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-oKvYwEDxQaU/UqRWMzotRaI/AAAAAAAAIG8/__8cXUfwXyY/s1600-h/college-hill-blog%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="college-hill-blog" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="college-hill-blog" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-4wxYtXjnUWM/UqRWNgVgeXI/AAAAAAAAIHI/978TGfu-jpk/college-hill-blog_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="424" height="106" /></a> </p> <p align="justify"><font color="#000000">There is a service lane that runs up behind these houses but Google didn’t go up it so I could only get a photo of the back of the first house (far left):-</font></p> <p align="justify"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-9zu8TTg3NRM/UqRWOL_9ZvI/AAAAAAAAIHQ/CNsy1Iqs0gk/s1600-h/backof-house1-blog%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="backof-house1-blog" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="backof-house1-blog" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-1gKfn5cNpBk/UqRWPI8YMGI/AAAAAAAAIHY/RUSvqoKvCzY/backof-house1-blog_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="424" height="251" /></a> </p> <p align="justify"><font color="#000000">And finally a photo from Google taken from above that shows the back of the houses today, the left arrow points to 8 Margaret St and the right arrow to the Suffolk Hotel/Cavalier Tavern:-</font></p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-SzscqUY9cuc/UqRWP-aPn5I/AAAAAAAAIHg/9fu0iirShUY/s1600-h/backof-4houses-blog%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="backof-4houses-blog" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="backof-4houses-blog" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ImLo-_qoSwU/UqRWQkOP3CI/AAAAAAAAIHo/J6QTRz1JAaM/backof-4houses-blog_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="424" height="212" /></a> </p> <p align="justify"><font color="#000000">This photo is probably a bit small for you to compare properly but although the houses have changed considerably you can see by the shape that the rooves on at least three of them haven’t changed much at all:-</font></p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-fhAbwXUvr4E/UqRWRaXuQ3I/AAAAAAAAIHw/iH6crNiTCtA/s1600-h/backs-fourhouses-hotel%25255B7%25255D.jpg"><img title="backs-fourhouses-hotel" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="backs-fourhouses-hotel" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-JaRAS81WEyU/UqRWSCHjMbI/AAAAAAAAIH4/NUe3AWtd5wA/backs-fourhouses-hotel_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="424" height="246" /></a> </p> <p><font color="#000000">So, at least now I know where the photo was taken and why it was in my mother or father’s possession, surely it must have been taken when they were living there? The one problem I have now is that the photo of me taken at 3 weeks with Dad outside the house I thought might be 8 Margaret St doesn’t look like it was that house after all! I was having another look at it today and found another view (in Google) that I hadn’t noticed yesterday, this one:-</font></p> <p><font color="#000000"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-MixHSl6tHqw/UqRWTMYo1KI/AAAAAAAAIIA/BHNF-qvjTdk/s1600-h/8-margaret-st-new-view-blog%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="8-margaret-st-new-view-blog" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="8-margaret-st-new-view-blog" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-DcTIRq85lBs/UqRWUMpCTgI/AAAAAAAAIII/eFZRwuP_MdQ/8-margaret-st-new-view-blog_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="424" height="343" /></a><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/--lQRsPHqcTU/UqRWVswlCNI/AAAAAAAAIIQ/S7xyTR5xeRw/s1600-h/me-mum-3weeks%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="me-mum-3weeks" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="me-mum-3weeks" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-1Bsas2bcfaU/UqRWWbqhGTI/AAAAAAAAIIY/JfyIBv6IC_c/me-mum-3weeks_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="415" height="616" /></a> </font></p> <p align="justify"><font color="#000000">This time it’s Mum with me, it’s definitely not the same house is it, I guess it could have been changed since 1940 but it still looks very old and to me it looks original, but then what would I know, I don’t even know where we were living when I was born!</font></p> <p align="justify"><font color="#000000">My theory now is that they were living at 8 Margaret St before I was born but by the time this photo was taken they were in Grafton Rd and that the address the ballot gave for Dad in Dec 1940 was an old one that hadn’t been changed since he signed up. Or else it was just where Dad lived before they were married. There’s no-one left who would remember now so it’s just going to have to be one of those unanswered questions or is it? I still have the house in Grafton Rd to find a photo of, that would be like looking for a needle in a haystack, but hey stranger things have happened!</font></p> <ul> <li> <div align="justify"><em><font color="#0000ff">I noticed that my spell-checker was telling me that ‘rooves’ was wrong so I looked it up and found that more commonly today the word ‘roofs’ is used. Apparently ‘rooves’ is the archaic version, so be it, I’m archaic!</font></em></div> </li> </ul> courtneycotton01@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13800100799965404408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336895270901033147.post-52562850890275450542013-12-08T00:58:00.001+13:002016-01-05T12:12:53.795+13:00Adenoids, Ears & Tears<div align="justify">
Of course I don’t remember anything about those first few years, but I think I must have cried a lot and my parents most probably rocked me to sleep because to this day I can still be comforted by rocking myself to sleep! I’m sure I did cry a lot because at the age of 13 weeks I was found to have abscesses in both ears and at the tender age of 16 weeks & 3 days I was given an anaesthetic and they removed my adenoids. It was to be another 9 weeks before I could keep my food down, during that time they were giving me castor oil <u>and</u> milk of magnesia, that would be the reason for the ‘green motions’ I guess! Poor Mum & Dad!</div>
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Just as I was starting to improve I started teething, by age six months I had two teeth and weighed 15 lbs 10ozs, that was about when they found I was allergic to spinach! I grew out of that allergy eventually, shame, I could do with an excuse not to have to eat it! Sometime before then we had moved to 75 Grafton Rd, Grafton which is now a busy business area on the way to the city, with a few of the old houses on the opposite side of the road, as you can see from this view driving down Grafton Rd.</div>
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I seem to be happy enough in this photo, ears and all! By 12 months I had 9 teeth and the castor oil had been swapped for cod liver oil! At 14 months I had 10 teeth and was starting to walk, and once again I was treated for abscesses in both ears. On the 10 Apr 1942 I had 12 teeth and was 31 inches tall, weighing in at 26lbs 6ozs – and this is where my Plunket book ends. Four months later my first sister was born.</div>
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courtneycotton01@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13800100799965404408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336895270901033147.post-4273579989566142082013-12-07T18:19:00.001+13:002014-07-29T16:23:17.014+12:00And so I was<p>You know, in all the years I lived with my parents I never did find out where they were living when I was born! I was born on 12 November 1940, the first child of Ron & Gwen Whitney, in the St Clare Maternity Home in Williamson Ave, Grey Lynn. </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-2bUsYtwtqrk/UqKvpIW-Z7I/AAAAAAAAICc/z608zZuPCeo/s1600-h/me1.jpg"><img title="me1" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="me1" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-BVZ1lfgAT0E/UqKvp5L2XyI/AAAAAAAAICk/3L9vVSU1-Ik/me1_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="420" height="250" /></a> </p> <p align="justify">I don’t have a photo of the old maternity home but with the compliments of Google this is where it used to be before it closed down in 1956, it’s now a fitness gym. On the corner of Williamson Ave & MacKelvie St.</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-PhJfA97vRKk/UqKvrMRl5YI/AAAAAAAAICs/--GgEOxH5jo/s1600-h/st-clare.jpg"><img title="st-clare" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="st-clare" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ZRCDZl42HCs/UqKvr6QkhTI/AAAAAAAAIC0/YYCFWEmK73o/st-clare_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="420" height="194" /></a> </p> <p align="justify">This is my very first photo taken when I was three weeks old, outside the house we were living in at the time.</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-2fsL8P4rCkI/UqKvsgMjmkI/AAAAAAAAIC8/Rp9_0ZaJf_E/s1600-h/me-3wks%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="me-3wks" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 0px 10px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="me-3wks" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-L9V6N3tv9uc/UqKvtVs0OyI/AAAAAAAAIDE/7Y3GjrY4y6U/me-3wks_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="384" height="460" /></a> </p> <p align="justify">As I said I never knew where that was until recently when I found this little snippet in the newspaper dated 4 Dec 1940:-</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-O_XvC_RbAB0/UqKvuIQw-nI/AAAAAAAAIDM/8F9NXA1zIuo/s1600-h/8-Margaret-St%25252CPonsonby%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="8-Margaret-St,Ponsonby" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 0px 5px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="8-Margaret-St,Ponsonby" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-K8pMFiTFtG0/UqKvu0LGHhI/AAAAAAAAIDU/xiF19MsQ9vg/8-Margaret-St%25252CPonsonby_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="424" height="205" /></a> </p> <p align="justify">This was the list of over 2000 names & addresses of the men who had been called up to serve their country in the second World War, my father was living at 8 Margaret St, Ponsonby. As this was just a month after I’d been born I presume I was living there also! I’ve been to Google Maps and had a look at 8 Margaret St and it looks to me as though it is still the same house with no alterations since then. However, I can’t really tell because of the overgrown garden and also the house next door has gone so it’s hard to say if it is the same house or not, what do you think?</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-lLiqAoqAFvM/UqKvviV8djI/AAAAAAAAIDc/L2qYOkROSTI/s1600-h/8-Margaret-St%25252CPonsonby-hou2%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="8-Margaret-St,Ponsonby-hou2" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="8-Margaret-St,Ponsonby-hou2" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-RsFxwh3V0FE/UqKvwXlJRpI/AAAAAAAAIDk/cX-_VRmPin4/8-Margaret-St%25252CPonsonby-hou2_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="424" height="276" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-yLswdGDkbg8/UqKvxE43NeI/AAAAAAAAIDs/CDXe2zbBA4Y/s1600-h/8-Margaret-St%25252CPonsonby-hous%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="8-Margaret-St,Ponsonby-hous" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="8-Margaret-St,Ponsonby-hous" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-2o5gWbhtz1E/UqKvx4BW7OI/AAAAAAAAID0/yk0zwIaawWE/8-Margaret-St%25252CPonsonby-hous_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="424" height="209" /></a> </p> <p>I think I need to go and look at it in person to compare properly.</p> <p>When I was nine months old we moved to 42 Wellpark Ave where I spent the next 23 years of my life. </p> courtneycotton01@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13800100799965404408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336895270901033147.post-31591067301010722832013-12-05T13:52:00.001+13:002014-07-29T16:18:23.235+12:00Blog Name<p align="justify">I was going to name this blog ‘Me’ as it’s going to be the continuing story of my life growing up in Auckland. So much has changed over the 73 years since I was born and as I love to reminisce about the ‘good old days’ to anyone who will listen it seemed like a good idea to blog it!</p> <p align="justify">If nothing else I’m sure my grandchildren will get a good laugh from it in years to come. As one of them put it one day - ‘you’re old Nana’ – I’d better get on and do it before it’s too late.</p> <p align="justify">As I go along I will include the happenings in the world during the years I’m talking about, like this one which happened a few months before I was born:-</p> <p align="justify"><font color="#0000ff"><strong><em>* May 1940 – Nylon hosiery went on sale to the general public for the first time, it was a huge success: women lined up at stores across the country to obtain the precious goods. The first year on the market, DuPont sold 64 million pairs of stockings. </em></strong></font></p> <p align="justify"><font color="#0000ff"><strong><em>But from 1942 most nylon production went into parachutes and tents, so stockings were scarce during the war, we probably didn’t get them in NZ until long after the war finished.</em></strong></font></p> <p align="justify">The photos are of 42 Wellpark Ave when I was living there and how it looks today. #42 was the reverse image of the lovely old bay villa at #40 before Dad rebuilt & what he called ‘modernised’ it in the 1950s, totally ruining it!</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-SbGZW3fFMrc/U9cgfxPSgnI/AAAAAAAAJPk/CpXJlWEpV6o/s1600-h/40-42-wellpark-ave%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="40-42-wellpark-ave" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline" border="0" alt="40-42-wellpark-ave" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Fje09NwCWDI/U9cgg5NLCyI/AAAAAAAAJPs/lmQ6NQl1keU/40-42-wellpark-ave_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="151" /></a> </p> <p align="justify"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-naDKrO3Dojg/U9cgiG2QpwI/AAAAAAAAJP0/Ax5lgm2VYp4/s1600-h/42-wellpark-now%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="42-wellpark-now" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline" border="0" alt="42-wellpark-now" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-pMqeRCxR0bA/U9cgjDdjHNI/AAAAAAAAJP8/ETfzbZ6VK_Q/42-wellpark-now_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="322" /></a> <br />One day I was playing around with the latitude & longitude of NZ & so was born the name I decided on,  <strong><font size="3"><em>–36,174 South.</em></font></strong></p> courtneycotton01@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13800100799965404408noreply@blogger.com0