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July 31, 2012

Shooting the Wildlife….

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It’s not often I get to attempt taking wildlife photos… the city birds who settle on our balcony are wary of the tiniest movement and I don’t have a particularly long lens on my camera to get good shot of them in the nearby trees.

Sitting at the end table of the  Fat Pigeon Café in Piopio, New Zealand  and with Little Mr. busy digging in the sand-pit close by (and therefore not being available to be waving his arms around in excitement  or wiggling on the seat in such a fashion to scare off our little visitors) …  I stood half a chance at one of my first attempts.  Ok it’s far from perfect, but it’s a “try”at least, and not having a tripod to hand it was a challenge too.

The birds came for the bread bits that Little Mr. hadn’t wanted so once they dared to get in close enough to grab something they didn’t waste any time chatting or saying hello to us,  they were just focused on getting away as quickly as possible.

Phase One: they watch us and we watch them… from a safe distance…

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Phase Two: tentative steps…

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Phase Three: They check that the little noisy one who makes sudden scary movements is not too close:  Good… he’s busy….

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Phase Four: be brave! rush on on, there is treasure here!

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July 30, 2012

Yes, I know I’m Torturing Your Taste Buds…

In a continuation of yesterdays post, we are having breakfast at Fat Pigeon Café  in the small North Island town of Piopio. An amazing selection awaits us  so let’s take a look  at some seriously good eating…

It’s looking  at photos like these that makes me want to rush into the kitchen and start cooking…

Bacon and egg pies…

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Pork and Apple sausage rolls…

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Rhubarb Lemon Curd and Cream Cheese Oat cake…

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Courgette (Zuccini)  and bacon slice…

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Asparagus and Feta tart…

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Spinach and Feta stack…

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A sweet slice with white chocolate that I didn’t  get the full name of…

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Sicilian Apple cake.. (gluten and dairy free)… (note for Tilly Bud: look away now, or send in the spelling Marfia:  they spelt “Sicilian”wrong”.)

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Thick slices of Bacon and Egg Pie… (for the price: The NZ Dollar is roughly half the USA Dollar).

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Choosing something from this kind of fare suited Himself and I just fine, but our pesky fussy  ”we-like-it-plain” kids just went for the club sandwiches…

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And since it was breakfast and not lunch I decided on something smaller: one of those beautiful bacon and egg pies…

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July 29, 2012

You’d be a Very Lucky Fat Pigeon to Land Here…

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We set out early yesterday and hadn’t done any grocery shopping so decided that’s we would stop for breakfast somewhere down the road.

Tummies were rumbling by the time we reached the small town of Piopio and when we spied a café called the Fat Pigeon, it seemed like a good choice so we swung into the car park and get ready to investigate further.

It’s already warm so we opt to eat outside and were in luck becuase  the table at the end had a sandpit right next to it, plus some sand-pit toys which Little Mr. pounced on with gusto.

He might have been six years old at the time but he’s not one to ever pass up an opportunity to get mucky with a digger.

Whilst Little Mr. built castles and trenches  in the sand, we took turns are checking out the inside of the place and choosing breakfast.

The café is situated on the side of a park, the two are separated by a small stream but there’s a connecting bridge for easy access to the park and playground further over in the distance, a fact the didn’t escape the notice of our children later after breakfast, so yes plan on sitting a while longer than you first intended. (Not that that’s any chore at all).

I like the rustic solid tables, the shade is welcome and it’s a very relaxing spot to enjoy a leisurely breakfast over. Let’s take a look around…

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July 28, 2012

Pinetree Lives Here, and You Really CAN call Him Tree!

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We are heading south today in the direction of  New Plymouth, the weather is good and we get a very early start.

The idea is to get some kilometres behind us and then find somewhere interesting to stop for breakfast.

One of the places we pass through is Te Kuiti and I wasn’t at all surprised to see references  in the town to it’s most famous son: Colin Meads.

Even if, (like me)  you don’t particularly follow New Zealand’s national sport of  Rugby, you would still surely know that Colin Earl Meads (born 1936) is regarded as one of the best players in rugby history.

Nicknamed ”pinetree Meads” he was born in the Waikato but was raised on the family farm in Te Kuiti where he credited the hard physical labour of farm work for building up his renowned strength, strong physique and high level of  fitness.

Meads played 55 test matches (133 total games), most frequently in the lock forward position, for the  national team the All Blacks, from 1957 until 1971.One of Meads’ sons, Glynn  (nicknamed “‘Pinecone’ Meads) also went on to play rugby for the King Country region.

His strength and high threshold for pain became legendary — best illustrated when in a game against Eastern Transvaal in South Africa, in which he emerged from a particularly vicious ruck with his arm dangling horribly and obvious fracture, yet completed the match. When the doctor cut away his shirt and confirmed the break, Meads muttered, “At least we won the bloody game.”  

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Meads had the reputation of being “an enforcer” and was involved in some controversial incidents. In 1967, he was sent off by Irish referee  for dangerous play against Scotland at Murrayfield, and became only the second All Black suspended in a test match.

The British Daily Telegraph newspaper said of the incident that ‘For once with Meads’ worldwide reputation for robust play, “this was rather like sending a burglar to prison for a parking offence.”

The trophy contested in New Zealand’s domestic competition, the Heartland Championship, is named the Meads Cup in his honour.

The All Blacks website states ‘As a sporting legend Meads is New Zealand’s equivalent of Australia’s Sir Donald Bradman or the United States of America’s Babe Ruth.’

I just knew that Rugby would be considered ” the only real sport” in a place like Te Kuiti, but as someone who hails from a family with European influences and therefore a football fan I still had to laugh out loud when I saw the following sign on the roadside.  (my photo is a little blurry since it’s taken from the moving car) but it says:  ”Welcome to Meadsvilleleave all soccer balls in the bins provided“.

In true Kiwi fashion Meads retains his sense of  down to earth informality and in line with his preference, locals call him either ‘Meads”or “Tree” when they see him.

I also see from another sign that Te Kuiti  is the “(sheep) Shearing Capital of the World”..  Haha ! wow Who Knew?!

We smile too at the Christmas good wishes in a paddock… and at the area’s version of the “Big Apple”… Let’s look around…

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July 27, 2012

Take-a-Way Tactics With Kids…

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Our children have a very particular habit… every time they see a MacDonald’s they start making big noises about wanting to eat there.  This doesn’t make sense on several levels; Firstly they know full well what their parents think of the quality of McDo… (we don’t call it “MacDon’t” for nothing! LOL)

The only time we consider eating there is when all other options look worse or, when there have been zero other food options in the vicinity (and that’s not very often, for which we are very thankful).

Secondly, on the very few occasions our offspring have eaten there they both confessed they didn’t actually like the food at all. Strangely enough the marketing seems to entrap them even though they know they don’t like the product.

Himself and I have just settled our things into the hotel for the night and Himself wants to go for a quick jog around the town and spy out what’s on offer on the take-a-way front, but a small battle of pester-power ensues because our children have spied a Mac’s just down the road.

Himself rolls his eyes as the kids plead and threaten not to eat anything else.  In the end I tell him to just leave me to talk sense into the kids and once he’s out the door I give them the bad news: Papa hates the stuff and won’t be buying it so instead the fish and chips we agreed on previously will be the only thing on offer.

There are two options available and you may pick either one of them but no whining will be tolerated. Option One: eat what is set before you and say Thank you. Option Two:  Go to bed hungry but do this in silence.

Both Kiwi Daughter and Little Mr. manage to squeeze in a few defiant protests and resolutions before Himself  gets back. He’s carrying fish ‘n chips wrapped in paper… funny how all  defiance utterly dissolved once it was unwrapped and the smell wafted out into the room.   Good old fish ‘n chips, the kids didn’t stand a chance!

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July 26, 2012

Palm Court Motel… Just the Ticket for a Tired Family.

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You are following the pages of our New Zealand tour, made in December 2011- January 2012. We have been visiting friends and family in the north of the North Island and are now slowly making our way south again, but this time via  the west coast of the North Island.

Himself and the kids managed to see the famous Waitomo glow-worm caves late this afternoon and now that we are heading for the hotel everyone is suddenly very tired and hungry.

It took quite a few phone calls at the visitor information centre at Waitomo to secure us a room that was suitable for our kids and for me on crutches, but this looks perfect.

We are staying the night in the Palm Court Motel  in Otorohanga which means a small back-track towards Hamilton but it looks well worth it. Himself and I bag the double bed in the living room and park both kids in the double in the side room.  There’s a microwave had we wanted to heat up a simple meal but we are opting for a take-a-way tonight as we haven’t bought any groceries with us.  This place would be ideal for a larger family too, and everything was clean and tidy so we are really happy with the place. Later we go over to the office to ask some questions and directions on how we think we want to proceed with our journey and the owners are really helpful with the information we need.

This is definitely somewhere we would be happy coming to again. The one and only downside was the noise of trucks passing on the nearby main road but  we were tired so after a short while we hardly noticed it and we slept soundly. Let’s have a look around.

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July 25, 2012

Flip-Flopping Around the Issue of Pavlova…

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There are always rivalries between neighbouring countries, and New Zealand and Australia are no exception.

For the majority of the population of course it’s an easy-going good natured thing… Kiwi’s have their fair share of jokes where the Auzzies are the butt of their humour and of course visa versa and it’s interesting that if a New Zealand sports team are paying Australia I’ll be cheering loudly for the Kiwi’s but I’m happy to switch allegiances and cheer for the Auzzies if for instance they are playing the Brits.

(Nations “down-under”should stick together after all LOL).

One area where Kiwis and their Australian friends are destined to never  agree however is whenever the topic of  the Pavlova dessert comes up. I did some research and Wikipedia (amongst other sites) tells me:

Professor Helen Leach, a culinary anthropologist at the University of Otago in New Zealand, has compiled a library of cookbooks containing 667 pavlova recipes from more than 300 sources. Her book, “The Pavlova Story: A Slice of New Zealand’s Culinary History”, states that the first Australian pavlova recipe was created in 1935 while an earlier version was penned in 1929 in the rural magazine.

The Aussies claim that  Bert Sachse created the dish at the Esplanade Hotel in Perth, Australia in 1935. In defence of his claim as inventor of the dish, a relative of Sachse’s wrote to Leach suggesting that Sachse may have accidentally dated the recipe incorrectly. 

Leach replied they would not find evidence for that “because it’s just not showing up in the cookbooks until really the 1940s in Australia.” (However, a 1937 issue of the Australian Women’s Weekly contains a “pavlova sweet cake” recipe.)

Of such arguments, Matthew Evans, a restaurant critic for The Sydney Morning Herald, said that it was unlikely that a definitive answer about the pavlova’s origins would ever be found.

“People have been doing meringue with cream for a long time, I don’t think Australia or New Zealand were the first to think of doing that.”   The first known recorded recipe named “pavlova” was published in the fifth Australian edition of Davis Dainty Dishes in 1926. However this “pavlova” recipe was not meringue based, but was instead a multi-coloured gelatine dish.

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Meanwhile on the New Zealand side of the ditch… “Research shows the recipe originated in New Zealand. Keith Money, a biographer of Anna Pavlova, wrote that a hotel chef in Wellington, New Zealand, created the dish when Pavlova visited there in 1926 on her world tour.”

For me as a Kiwi, it’s simple: the Kiwi’s made it first… yes the Aussies might have had something they “called” Pavlova but since it was a cake or a gelatine dish then sorry it isn’t  the light and airy baked meringue treat covered in cream and fresh fruit that we know Pavlova as today…

…and as for the the argument  that the Auzzies “may have accidentally dated the recipe incorrectly”  ?  Sorry,  that’s totally implausible, and given that no Australian cookbooks carried the recipe until close to a decade  later, the well known Kiwi phrase “yeah right!” springs to mind.

I know there will be some Auzzies reading this, and I know you may well disagree…(you are most welcome to your own opinion, so we may agree to disagree) but for me this one is as clear cut as can be, since Anna Pavolova was actually visiting Wellington  in 1926 on her world tour.

The hotel chef invented  the dessert because  he was inspired by her tutu, draped in green silk cabbage roses.  The basic shape of the tutu was provided by a meringue case, while the froth of the skirt’s net was suggested by whipped cream.  To achieve the effect of the green roses the enterprising chef used slices of kiwifruit, then known as Chinese gooseberries.

Apparently it is also  mentioned in Anna Pavlova’s biography that she had the dessert made for her in Wellington… (but to be honest I haven’t read Pavlova’s biography so can’t verify that one myself). So there you have it … Pavlova… a very New Zealand  icon!

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And now to the last New Zealand icon on the Kiwiana wall: the Jandal !

If you are not a Kiwi then your reaction to the word “jandal” is probably ” A What?”, accompanied by a puzzled expression.

Ok… let’s explain, you may know the Jandal well, but  in your neck of the woods it may well be called a “flip-flop“or a “thong” or “zōri“.

These articles of footwear  have been around since the times of the ancient Egyptians and some in various shapes and made from a variety of materials depending on the version of them that many cultures have.

One thing they have in common though is the strap that comes between the wearers big toe  and the other toes to hold them on, and the “flack, flack, flack” noise that they make when you walk in them.

Jandals are Kiwi summer-ware… what better shoes do you need in order to walk over hot beach stones or sand in the height of summer?  Great for getting changed in public swimming pool changing rooms, and easy to slip on when you need to walk down the drive to collect the morning newspaper or the post from the mailbox.

But…. many an Australian on holiday in New Zealand has come unstuck when trying to go shopping for jandals. In Oz they call these “thongs” so  invariably asking directions for these in a New Zealand shop has found them being led into the lingerie department and presented with a selection of  skimpy underwear.

My Dutch father has never lost the Dutch term (“Slippers”)  for these shoes either, and I can remember being embarrassed more than once as a teenager  as he called out to me  in front of my friends “remember to put your slippers on when you go outside“.  Of course now I know he was being cautious because I’m allergic to bees and I used to love walking barefoot on the grass, but my friends used to think it was hilarious and made plenty of jokes about it  that I didn’t quite appreciate being the butt of at the time.

July 24, 2012

This Kiwi is Polishing Up on Her Knowledge…

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Lanolin  and tallow, necessary ingredients in shoe polish are  by-products of the wool and meat industries so neither New Zealand or Australia were ever  short of the stuff.

Dubbin was a waxy tallow based product that could soften and waterproof leather but didn’t leave a shine. In medieval times however shine wasn’t an issue, but by the 18th Century glossy shoes and boots became fashionable and so a variety of shoe polishes were developed, most of them using a base of  beeswax or lanolin, mixed with lampblack and were often called “blacking” or just went by the old name of dubbin.

In our home my parents  made a distinction between shoe polish and dubbin… we would polish our shoes with shoe polish (which usually added a brown or black colour as well) but when it came to waterproofing and softening our tramping (hiking) boots, we were always told to get the “dubbin”. From what I remember, there wasn’t any colour in dubbin but it had a very distinctive smell that was hard to get off your hands afterwards.

Wikipedia tells me:

The first shoe polish to resemble the modern varieties (aimed primarily at inducing shine) was Kiwi.

Scottish expatriates William Ramsay and Hamilton McKellan began making “boot polish” in a small factory in 1904 in Melbourne, Australia.

Their formula was a major improvement on previous brands. It preserved shoe leather, made it shine, and restored color. By the time Kiwi Dark Tan was released in 1908, it incorporated agents that added suppleness and water resistance.

Australian-made boot polish was then considered the world’s best. Black and a range of colors became available, and exports to Britain, continental Europe, and New Zealand began. Previously owned by the Sara Lee Corporation since 1984, Kiwi was sold in 2011 to SC Johnson.

Ramsay named the shoe polish after the kiwi, the national bird of New Zealand; Ramsay’s wife, Annie Elizabeth Meek Ramsay, was a native of Oamaru, New Zealand. It has been suggested that, at a time when several symbols were weakly associated with New Zealand, the eventual spread of Kiwi shoe polish around the world enhanced the Kiwi’s popular appeal and promoted it at the expense of the others.

So from this I learn the an Australian product became famous under a New Zealand symbol… should that maybe make it a national icon of both countries then?

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The Kiwi is the emblem of the famous shoe polish… this leads us nicely into discussion about New Zealand’s national bird,  an icon in it’s own right.

Wikipedia tells me:

Kiwi’s have the  genus name “Apteryx” which is derived from Ancient Greek meaning  without wings :( a-, “without” or “not” and pterux, “wing”)

Kiwi are flightless birds endemic to New Zealand, and are about the size of a domestic chicken. They are by far the smallest living ratites and lay the largest egg in relation to their body size of any species of bird in the world. 

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There are five recognised species, two of which are currently vulnerable, one endangered, and one critically endangered. All species have been adversely affected by historic deforestation but currently large areas of their forest habitat are well protected in reserves and national parks. Kiwi are shy and usually nocturnal.  They prefer subtropical and temperate podocarp and beech forests, and have a highly developed sense of smell, unusual in a bird, and are the only birds with nostrils at the end of their long beaks.

Kiwi eat small invertebrates, seeds, grubs, and many varieties of worms. They also may eat fruit, small crayfish, eels and amphibians. Because their nostrils are located at the end of their long beaks, kiwi can locate insects and worms underground using their keen sense of smell, without actually seeing or feeling them. Once bonded, a male and female kiwi tend to live their entire lives as a monogamous couple.

During the mating season, June to March, the pair call to each other at night, and meet in the nesting burrow every three days. These relationships may last for up to 20 years. They are unique among other birds in that they have a functioning pair of ovaries. Kiwi eggs can weigh up to one quarter the weight of the female. Usually only one egg is laid per season. The kiwi lays the biggest egg in proportion to its size of any bird in the world. Eggs are smooth in texture, and are ivory or greenish white. The male incubates the egg, except for the Great Spotted Kiwi, A. haastii, in which both parents are involved.

The Māori language word kiwi (pronounced”kee-wee”) is generally accepted to be have originated from the sound of their call.
As a symbol the kiwi first appeared in the late 19th century in New Zealand regimental badges and during the First World War, the name “kiwi” for New Zealand soldiers came into general use, spread so that now all New Zealanders overseas and at home are commonly referred to as “kiwis”.
The New Zealand dollar is often referred to as “the kiwi dollar” and kiwi symbol is now famous around the world.

When I was looking for a pseudonym to blog under, it seemed logical to try and combine the New Zealand and Dutch sides of my life, Since “kiwi” is  totally recognisable as New Zealand side of me, the moniker “Kiwidutch” was an easy choice and one that fits perfectly!

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July 23, 2012

National Icons: I think Our Flag Should have a Silver Lining!

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Our visit to the small North Island town of Otorohanga,  known as the “Kiwiana”  town of New Zealand has prompted some delving into explanation and history of some of New Zealand’s best loved icons.

Cyathea dealbata” is the botanical name for a much loved New Zealand native plant:  the silver tree fern or silver fern. It’s also well known by it’s Maori names, Kaponga or Ponga . It got it’s common name in English due to the distinctive silvery undersides of the fronds of the plants after they are several years old.

In 1888 the New Zealand Native Rugby Team visited England and had adopted the silver fern on a black background as part of their uniform, the tradition stuck and was in due course taken up by various sports teams. In 1900 the fern leaf became a widely used trademark within the meat and dairy export industries.

The Secretary of State for Colonies approved the New Zealand Government’s proposal to substitute a wreath of fern leaves for the laurel wreath on the Governor’s Ensign in May 1908 to mark the occasion of New Zealand obtaining Dominion status and this wreath was in regular use until about 1935.

In military circles it’s use has also been widespread,  having been used as a distinguishing badge for New Zealand military formations, particularly during the Second World War, and was also used to mark the graves of New Zealand servicemen in overseas countries.  It appears on the New Zealand one dollar coin,  is used both commercially and by Government and many New Zealand sporting teams have incorporated it into their sporting team logos and/or names.

Such is the strength of feeling for the silver fern logo and association, that New Zealand Sports teams that use the silver fern as their logo include: the All Blacks (Rugby Union), the Silver Ferns (Netball), All Whites (football) … note the All Whites play in white and not the New Zealand traditional black due to football rules that state that black is the colour reserved for the strip of International  referees. The silver fern is still however incorporated into their white uniform, The Tall Blacks (Basketball), The White Ferns (women’s cricket), the Black Caps (men’s cricket), the Black Ferns (women’s rugby), the Black Sox (softball).

As a Kiwi I love the humour in the semi harmonised names of the New Zealand national teams, that incorporate the black strip and the silver fern as much as possible into their teams to cement their inclusion in the national identity.

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With the present (official)  New Zealand flag looking very much similar to it’s Australian equivalent,  and debate that has raged for decades as to the relevance of having the UK’s union jack incorporated our flag when the days of empire have long since departed, campaigns to replace the current official flag with a more modern one relevant to New Zealand have come and gone.

Personally I’m an mega-ardent supporter of the Silver Fern flag with it’s black background becoming the national flag of New Zealand, but each time it’s come close to making it into reality, the argument that we can’t  forgo a flag that our ancestors so gallantly fought under has persuaded the powers that be that the old official flag should remain as the status-quo.

My reply to that argument is that the silver fern was already a well known and loved emblem when these ancestors fought and died for our country, our silver fern emblem is on their graves and they fought and died for the ideal of democracy and not just  for the preservation of the United Kingdom.

(Also compelling evidence  is the fact that the vast majority of  these  New Zealand war graves are not found in the United Kingdom but rather in places like the France, Turkey, North Africa, the Pacific,  and Asia.)

The British Empire is gone,  Britain transferred it’s economic allegiances from New Zealand to the EU long ago, it’s Royal Family do nothing for New Zealand except for running up vast bills for the Kiwi taxpayer whenever they visit, New Zealand is part of the Commonwealth, but what is that actually worth in this day and age? In reality it means precious little.

Naturally you can clearly see my republican leanings: New Zealand came of age decades ago, I sincerely believe that our flag should too.

July 22, 2012

Learning About the Butterflies and the Bees…

This is Kiwidutch explaining some of the iconic Kiwiana items as depicted on a beautiful mural in the small North Island town of Otorohanga.

It’s at this point that I realise that the sum total of my knowledge about Monarch Butterflies would fit on less space than a postage stamp and I’m not talking about a stamp like the butterfly one featured in this recent post: http://kiwidutch.wordpress.com/?s=stamp+quilt  (the Monarch Butterfly is featured near the bottom of that post)

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Instead I will turn to Wikipedia, which tells me:

The Monarch Butterfly (Danaus plexippus) is a milkweed butterfly (subfamily Danainae), in the family Nymphalidae. It is perhaps the best known of all North American butterflies. Since the 19th century, it has been found in New Zealand, and in Australia since 1871 where it is called the Wanderer.

It is resident in the Canary Islands, the Azores, and Madeira, and is found as an occasional migrant in Western Europe and a rare migrant in the United Kingdom. Its wings feature an easily recognizable orange and black pattern, with a wingspan of 8.9–10.2 centimetres (3½–4 in).

(The Viceroy butterfly has a similar size, color, and pattern, but can be distinguished by an extra black stripe across the hind wing.)

It’s a mystery to me how this butterfly, seemingly not originally native to New Zealand has become one of the counties icons… mind you the Statue of Liberty hailed from France and there is an original on the Seine River in Paris, and that didn’t stop it from becoming an icon in America either so, hey in the best tradition of  the mystery of icons… why not? Let’s just celebrate that it now is.

I grew up seeing these butterfly’s regularly in our garden, in My Grandparents garden and well… all over the place. They’ve been featured on postage stamps and I even (incorrectly) assumed that since they were a New Zealand icon that they must be native to New Zealand.  See?  in researching something for you, I even educated myself!

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Then on to the  Buzzy Bee…  it’s everywhere,  and everyone I know knows and loves it,  but funnily enough no one I know knew the history of it and since I didn’t either I didn’t feel too bad.  Wanting to know more I went in search of someone on the internet who did…

http://www.buzzybee.co.nz/celeb_history.htm

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“The Buzzy Bee  is New Zealand’s most famous children’s toy. This brightly coloured, wooden pull-along toy has been handed down from generation to generation and is now regarded as a major New Zealand icon. There would be few New Zealanders that don’t remember playing with this charming little toy in their youth.

The exact origins of Buzzy Bee remain a little unclear and several versions of its history exist. Our best research thus far finds the origination of the toy in the very late 1930’s in a small workshop in St Benedicts Street in Newton, Auckland. Toy and wood craftsman Maurice Scheslinger, via his company Playcraft Products fashioned the very first Buzzy Bee, which is similar in most respects to the Buzzy Bee children enjoy today.

Mr. Scheslinger used a local tradesman in Erin Street in Epsom who had a wood lathe to turn the bodies and acquired the lead free paint from a paint shop at the top of Aye Street in Parnell. He sold his Buzzy Bee (and Mary Lou dolls) to Stan Challenor of C L Stevensons located in Anzac Avenue who in turn sold them to lots of small retailers and shops throughout New Zealand.

In the early 1940’s Mr. Scheslinger became very ill with spinal meningitis and was forced to close his workshop. However such was the appeal of the Buzzy Bee as a toy that Hec Ramsey, a traveling sales man who was an agent for C L Stevensons took the Buzzy Bee to his brother’s wood turning business in New Lynn. 

The postwar baby boom and import restrictions saw yearly sales of Buzzy Bee™ increase rapidly. However following a fire at the New Lynn factory in the late 1970’s, the Buzzy Bee™ operation was sold into a number of different hands before the trade mark and device was sold to Lion Rock Ventures Limited, its current owner in 2004.

One such account of the history of Buzzy Bee claims a similar toy was bought from the USA to New Zealand by the US troops in 1941 and was then modified to the New Zealand version of Buzzy Bee.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

Following exhaustive research this story has produced very little evidence to substantiate it and also relies on the implausible notion that young US soldiers would take an infant toy as an essential item to war.

What seems much more probable is that the troops took our toy back to the US for their sweethearts and children (as Fisher Price released a similar toy in the mid 1950’s).

Such is New Zealand’s love affair with Buzzy Bee™ that it has appeared as the subject of paintings, sculptures, television advertisements, postal stamps (twice), magazine covers, school murals and parades. Buzzy Bee™ is now often presented by New Zealand dignitaries to VIP’s with children who are visiting New Zealand. Notable recipients include the future King of England, Prince William, Princess Aiko from Japan and the Spanish Royal family.

Lion Rock Ventures has now brought these wonderful wooden characters to life in a major TV series and in new books that follow the inaugural Buzzy Bee stage production presented in 2007. The company is focused on launching the brand into other countries and making our famous toy world famous…and not just in New Zealand.

Yes… I had one of these toys as a child too… such was their popularity that I think every Kiwi kid did!
Himself and I bought back a small version in the form of  a mobile for our kids but sadly it met  sticky end because Little Mr discovered that the proper toy in New Zealand had wings that turned around  and attempted to do the same on ours which was hung at a height his hands could just reach, but not low enough for him to get tangled in. On the small version the wings weren’t meant to move,  so by standing on his tip-toes he systematically broke all the wings off as he tried to “get them to work”.  Lesson to us as parents: just get the real thing.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

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