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September 24, 2018

The Raspberry Tradition…

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If you ask any long term resident about going raspberry picking in the Christchurch area, one name will come quickly to the fore. “Pataka”.

This berry farm is one of the many fruit and veggies growers along Marshland Road, the home of market gardens for many a generation.

My mother used to get vegetables from Tralevens, but the lady who owned the property has long since retired and I think by now, probably passed away.

The place is now looking sadly abandoned and rather derelict.

Pataka however is still going from strength to strength and not only can you get raspberries, you can also get fresh fruit ice-creams, made from the freshly picked berries.

It’s quickly obvious that someone in the family has a pottery hobby, various pieces are on display for purchase.

They are bright, quirky and different. I like them. There are flowers in pots begging to be photographed so I amd the last one into the shed to look around before we settle our bill and leave.

The weather was rather too hot for berry picking, a wonderful 31 C / 87.8 F but we braved the sun and picked anyway.

We split up into pairs, Kiwi Daughter and I picked berries and ate as many as we picked, I took photographs of her picking and eating berries upon her request (for her Instagram friends) whilst Little Mr  (berry hater) and Himself, (eater but not fanatic) picked swiftly and didn’t eat or take photographs.

It was little surprise who filled our containers the fastest. Going berry picking has become a Kiwidutch family tradition and one both kids are especially keen to not miss. It’s a wonderful family outing and for Kiwi Daughter and I, a great exercise about who can get the most berries in our mouths, who can find the best berries (look low down on the bushes is our biggest tip) Kiwi Daughter easily won everything and we had a fabulous time. This is what Family time is about: building your own traditions and each time we carry them on the memories of former visits flood back. I still think that I ate the most berries when we were on the field, but Kiwi Daughter may have evened up the score with the berries paid for later in the car. Despite our varying tastes for fresh fruit, no one in our family blew any raspberries at this outing…

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(Above: Little Mr. has his hoodie up because it was a blazing hot the day we picked raspberries (31 C / 87.8 F) and his neck was already pink from earlier outdoor exposure in spite of sunblock. i.e. not enough applications. This is his effort to stop getting sunburnt because “hats are not cool”).

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September 20, 2018

Christchurch Normal School Survives…

As soon as you turn out of Cranmer Square on the Cranmer Street One Way system,  you can see the historic building of the “normal School” one block further up. As I explained in a previous post: https://kiwidutch.wordpress.com/?s=cramner   Cramner Courts: The Wrecking Ball Becomes a Hot Potato…

“‘Normal’ or ‘model’ schools are schools that provide teacher trainees with the opportunity to observe teachers and classes in action in a normal school environment. Christchurch Normal School was the first of this type in Canterbury, opening in 1876,  just after one in Otago.”

This building seems to have had a lot of earthquake strengthening before the quakes and appears o have withstood them with little damage, That said, I am of course only a casual observer passing by and know nothing of what may or may not be extensive damage in this beautiful building. At least it’s not a pile of rubble or  vacant plot of land like it’s sister building the Cranmer Courts one block further down the road. These photographs are also for my arty reference files the line and textures beg to be drawn. Gothic architecture is stunning and this beautiful building in the style is no exception.

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September 17, 2018

Christ’s College, Museum Are The Real … Arts Centre!

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Heading out of the Christchurch, New Zealand central city, you only have to go half a dozen blocks in the direction of Hagley Park before you hit some buildings that display some stunning architecture.

These are: The Arts Centre (formerly Christchurch’s first university: Rutherford, famous for splitting the atom studied here.), the Museum and next to it (diagonally across the road), Christ’s College, a private school for boys directly next to the museum.

Their late 1800’s – turn of the century architecture is stunning, and the 2010 /11 earthquakes that shook the city damaged them all severely.

The museum got off the lightest having been earthquake strengthened before the quakes, so recovered from it’s damage the fastest.

Christ’s College had a part of the inner quadrangle collapse, sadly it’s not visible from the road so there is no way to see how it is not, suffice to say that it has been repaired.

The Arts Centre however is having a tougher time. It receives no Government funding so relies entirely on public donations for the truly massive rebuild / restoration that needs to take place.

The Great Hall, famous for it’s amazing interior and wooden roof has been repaired, strengthened to a high standard and is open to the public once more.

The Great Hall is available for hire for large gatherings so I can but hope people in and around Christchurch are thinking of supporting this building when looking for a place for their next special event.

The turret that was laying on the ground on our last visit is back in place but other turrets, and other parts of the Arts Centre have to wait their turn until funds can be raised. This is one of the most beautiful buildings in the city, seeing it back to it’s former glory would be a proud moment for the people of Christchurch.

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August 26, 2018

The Cathedral’s Fate Yet Uncertain…

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Visiting in the first days of January 2018, The Christchurch Cathedral seems completely unchanged from when we visited five years ago.

The building looks sad in it’s present state, and I know that there have been some court battles over it’s survival because one of the most favoured options by the Anglican church is to pull it down.

However it’s popularity is such that millions has been raised by the public for it’s restoration and even more some consider, is that the Cathedral is the number one icon of the city, the biggest focal point (Cathedral Square), as well as regional and international point of recognition.

In this piece: https://www.radionz.co.nz/news/national/339026/fate-of-christchurch-cathedral-being-decided “Fate of ChristChurch Cathedral being decided”

I read: “The head of the Christchurch Anglican diocese, and Christchurch’s Bishop, Victoria Matthews has strongly stated her support for demolition in the past. The government, city council and heritage groups all back restoring it.

At Synod people backed each of the three options – demolish and rebuild, reinstate, or gift the building to the government.

The option to reinstate came with a $25 million funding pledge from central government and a $10 million pledge from the Christchurch City Council (although this is subject to public consultation).

As part of the discussion, Christchurch mayor Lianne Dalziel said “there was no right or wrong decision, but if the call was made to demolish, it could face significant legal challenges”. National Party Christchurch Rebuild spokesperson Nicky Wagner reaffirmed her support for reinstatement and said she was “cautiously optimistic” that the Synod would choose to rebuild the cathedral.

How does the Synod come to a decision?”The Anglican Synod is a meeting of the Christchurch Diocese, which covers all of Canterbury, the Westland Coast and the Chatham Islands. It consists of three houses: the House of Bishops, the House of Clergy and the House of Laity.

In a similar way to a council meeting or AGM, there were a variety of motions that the Synod debate and vote on.This year, it includes the fate of the ChristChurch cathedral. To come to a decision, a motion has to gain a majority in each of the three houses. If there was no majority, the voting will continue.”

I personally feel tis this building is worth more than money, it’s loss would be like Paris losing the Eiffel Tower, Sydney it’s Opera House or New York the Statue of Liberty. As any Christchurch resident about their first trip up to the top of the tower pre-quakes, they all have a story and happy memory. Also pre-quake I am probably one of tens of thousands who over the years have walked through the Cathedral’s doors for the Christmas Eve Service after the Carols by Candlelight event on the banks of the Avon on balmy summers evenings. I hope this this building is saved and restored, it deserves more than to be just a sad figure of a building in the Square that bares it’s name and a giant birdhouse for the local winged residents.

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August 22, 2018

Letters and “Best” Handwriting…

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The Old Post Office in Cathedral Square is one of Christchurch’s most well known landmarks.

I remember the days when I was a teenager, lining up to get stamps for letters, with other people who where there to post letters, aerograms (my father used those for years!) cards and parcels.

Email has I think, done a huge blow to the art form of sending what we now call “snail mail”.

I try and make a habit of sending postcards from places we visit, and yes, it takes time to scribble out messages.

I try and make it easier by using pre-printed address labels but I find that as time goes on there is one major difficulty that I could never have envisioned possible all those years ago.

That is: I am getting less and less used to writing by hand. I have three handwriting styles: the first is my “ultra neat” style for special occasion stuff, the second is my “still-neat-but-far more casual” (most used) and then there is the style I used most during my student days: the flat out scrawl that only I could (mostly) read, born of the days when teachers revealed blackboards full of text that needed to be copied down before class ended or before it was wiped out of existence for the next lot of text that the teacher was writing.

My children looked in disbelief when I told them this once. I asked how they managed. My daughter laughingly pulled out her phone and showed me photograph after photograph of texts on whiteboards, all she had to do was point-and-click.

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Gone are the days of serious cramp in your fingers as you tried to keep writing frantically before time or text was lost. Or going around your classmates asking “Anyone get the last four lines? Please can I get a copy? Yes? Cheers!” Vital instructions were often in those last four lines. Assignment details and the like.

Later this Post Office had a large philatelic section, where First Day Covers of stamps could be bought, and folders full of beautiful stamps could be viewed.

I have always viewed stamps as miniature works of art and loved a visit here to take a look.

The main work of the central city Post Office moved half a dozen blocks from here into a massive new building I (am guessing) somewhere in the 1980’s.

The Old Post Office here in the Square seems to have survived the earthquakes reasonably well. A lot of work has been done, and it’s clear that there is still a lot yet to do.

That said, I am relieved that it’s still here. With the historic Regent theatre, The Press Building, numerous other theatres now completely gone and the Cathedral damaged, it’s nice to see that one of Christchurch cities beautiful old landmarks has survived. Like our “best” handwriting, it hangs in there by a thread. I hope to one day return to look at folders of stamps and enjoy the interior.

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I took close ups of this section because it’s a rare view: other buildings obscured it before so I have never seen these windows before.

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August 12, 2018

History Being Built All Around The Bridge…

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Visiting Christchurch, New Zealand’s city center in the first days of 2018, Himself and I stopped by the Colombo street, bridge.

Not the large overhead bridge that takes traffic across the railway tracks and through the areas of Sydenham and Beckenham to Cashmere on the Port Hills, but the small more historic bridge that crosses the Avon river at Cambridge Terrace.

Located a few blocks north of the Square, and directly next to the Town Hall, this bridge was on one of my walking routes to and from work when I lived in my first flat with two other girls about half a kilometer north of here.

Here on the banks of the Avon I would sometimes come for a lazy weekend picnic lunch with a book under the shade of the trees.

Home cooking was both a habit and a financial necessity but sometimes after my regular trips to the large Public library nearby I bought potato filled sausages and chips as a treat from the snack bar in the little pedestrian alleyway that connected the Library on Gloucester Street to Cathedral Square.

If the weather was warm I’d head two either of two favourite spots.

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The first was Victoria Square, one block further from the Library, and just over the road from here and the second was the bank of the river.

Victoria Square usually won in the evenings because the fountain used to change colours and was beautiful to sit by on a bench with my hot dinner.

The river bank usually won if I wanted some summer weekend peace and quiet.

A tight budget meant my hobbies were simple by necessity and sitting reading or watching the world go by cost nothing and were equally enjoyable.

There were mobile phones back then but they were the size of bricks, cost a ton and no one I knew owned one.

We didn’t even dream, and it was never an issue.

It’s strange to look at those river banks now, there are construction materials everywhere, in all directions I see the city razed and slowly being rebuilt.

I take my camera and do a slow three hundred and sixty degree series of photographs …apologies I didn’t get them in complete chronological order.

I’m also trying to remember the name of the restaurant on the banks that used to serve meals unlike any other restaurant at the time, it was a family place you could line up and order various meals (roast chicken, beef or pork with roast veggies, kid friendly food) and then there were booths where you would sit after you got your meals.

It used to be here very close to this bridge if I remember correctly, but I last went there as a kid so don’t remember precisely where. So many changes will be taking place around here in the next years… this bridge may be historical but one day we will look back on this moment in time, when history was being built …or rather, rebuilt all around here.

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August 9, 2018

Finding My Way In The Transition Zone…

Visiting New Zealand at the end of 2017 after an almost five year hiatus, I was keen to photograph the central city and see how the rebuild after the City’s major earthquakes was going. Leaving our teenage kids to sleep in, Himself and I started out in Manchester Street and then drove randomly up and down as many streets as we could. At certain points we did “U” turns and went back on ourselves, partly because I forgot about the One Way Streets and partly because without the many landmark buildings to guide me, I lost my bearing a couple of times. I will detail as much information as I can because I am finding that as new buildings rise it become harder and harder to remember what was there before. (Below;) Manchester Street looking towards the Port Hills, corner St Asaph Street, the new buildings further along on the right hand side replace the set of old brick ones that included the famous Smiths Book shop.

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Manchester Street turning right into Moorhouse Avenue. A little historical snippet for my non-New Zealand readers: The original Christchurch planners made four very wide Avenues to encompass the outer limits of the new city they were founding. These were: Moorhouse, Fitzgerald, Bealy Avenues and the fourth contentious one to the west: Rolleston, or if you count Hagley Park as part of the original plan, Deans Avenue. Rolleston Avenue certainly fits the “perfect square” model better but the Park was very much a planned part of the city so the opinions of the great and the good come down on both sides of the fence. The street plan of the city was made in London before the settlers left home and without any knowledge of the terrain. All of the streets were meant to be in a perfect grid pattern, but on arrival was annoyingly disrupted by the presence of the River Avon, which as rivers are want, did not flow in a straight line. In the rear of this photograph you can just make out the curved brown roof of the old Wool Stores buildings and in front of these the Moorhouse / Colombo Street overpass bridges.

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(Next) A “U” turn made, back up Manchester, this little triangular garden has been a well kept frontage to the Excelsior Hotel that stood behind it until the quakes damaged it beyond repair. Despite everything that’s being going on in the city it’s still beautifully kept. The front part of the space over the road behind it between here and the mural used to house the well known Majestic house, first a movie theatre but for more recent decades the site of very popular and thriving Church New Life Church, a Christian bookshop and a café downstairs. It was a massive four story building that took up a good part of the city block, not too much to look at from the outside but had some nice architectural features inside. It too was a landmark and I was a little confused about my whereabouts when I couldn’t find it. The entire block it stood on is now completely razed.

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The tram is standing on High Street, looking towards the Square. Majestic House (The New Life Church) faced this view before it was demolished due to earthquake damage.

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I will have to see if I can find an archive Google street view to remember what used to be on this corner. I do know that the shipping containers 6 tiers high are holding up the façade of the Assembly of God (AoG) Church, it used to be a picture theatre and was a beautiful grand building, It was notable for having an illuminated white cross on the front before the quakes.

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I (think?) this used to be a small pub… now yet another historic building supported by shipping containers (also there to protect the public in case of further quakes)

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It has character but needs some love…

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Amazingly I never noticed this little gem before… or maybe I did, might it possibly have been a fabric shop before the quakes?

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At the back of the central city bus exchange, heading towards Colombo street…

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New build on Colombo street looking south towards the Port Hills, as we turn right (north) into Colombo heading towards the Square.

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Work in progress…

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Colombo street pedestrian over-bridge between what my mother used to call “D.I.C” (although I knew it as Arthus Barnett) on the right of this photograph and Ballantynes on the left. Both shops were Christchurch institutions but Ballantynes was where we always had to get school uniforms fitted. I adored their handcraft and embroidery section.

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Robert Harris coffee / café used to be in the building in the background. They were amongst the first to serve “real” coffee in French presses from ground roasted beans instead of instant or the slow perk coffee pots.

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Looking down Cashel mall as we go past, Ballantynes is on the left of the photograph below… I think the used to be a Hanafins Chemists on the right. I don’t think there was a tram on Cashel Street last time we visited New Zealand. This is a new edition since we were here Christmas 2013/2014.

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Colombo street heading toward the Square, top of High Street to the right… there used to be a fountain there in shapes like dandelion tops, every now and again someone would put detergent in it and there would be soap suds foaming in an avalanche all over the pavement. They added dye too once…

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BNZ (Bank of New Zealand) have replaced their “high rise’ with a ‘low rise’ building.

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This next photograph makes me sad… there was a photography shop around the corner here that I can’t place the name of but went to often to get my films developed (Hannifin’s? … or was that the one at the top of High street?) On this side, (on the left, about half way down) was a brilliant Greek kiosk selling delicious souvlakia. Since I walked to and from work, sometimes this was my takeaway dinner when I didn’t want to cook, especially on hot days during the summer. I’d sit on the steps in front of the Cathedral to eat it, watching the world go by. There was a jumble of small shops here… now everything is gone.

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May 23, 2018

“People Probably Won’t Even Notice”… But They Do!

Regular readers of this blog know that I am always on the lookout for quirky things. Detail stands out like neon for me, I see it everywhere. There are thousands of functional items on a single city street, somewhere, somehow , sometimes, someone had the opportunity to make part of these functional items decorative. I’m fairly positive someone also uttered the phrase “I wonder why we bother? people will probably not even notice this” (the decoration).

Well Mr or Ms Designer: I notice! Even whilst I’m waiting in the Te Papa, parking area for Himself to pack the wheelchair into the car, standing with the crutches so that he can put them in last, I notice that the top of the bollards around me are decorated with Kiwi’s! I haven’t had the chance to see if there are more of these around the city of Wellington, but hey, this is brilliant. Just sneak tiny little pieces of detail into some of the thousands of pieces of functional items on city streets, and make (at least some) people smile.

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January 1, 2018

Opened Up Opportunities For Girls Who Passed Through These Doors…

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Himself and I toured Baarle-Nassau / Baarle-Hertog during a weekend away for two at the beginning of 2017.

This intriguing place where enclaves and counter-enclaves boggle the mind and make you wonder continuously which country you are in, is also full of some very beautiful buildings.

This one, a “Klooster” (convent), is yet another example of this.

Located a short distance from the former “Stadhuis” (Town Hall) in Baarle-Hertog in Belgian territory. There is an information plaque which translated into English reads:

Convent. In 1879 the Franciscan nuns came from Herentals to Baarle-Hertog to provide Catholic education to girls. Until 1917 they taught girls from Baarle-Hertog and Baarle-Nassau. They are credited with founding the first convent in Baarle and they were also the last ones to leave in 1999. They were active in education until 1979 and Sister Damiana was the last actively working teacher.

So a century of teaching took place here. It’s certainly a very different architectural style of school to the ones I attended in New Zealand. If the teaching styles were different I will never know, but I think the Baarle-Hertog kids got the more beautiful buildings, even if they did not appreciate that at the time. They also began at a time when far fewer girls than boys got any sort of education at all, so who knows what opportunities they opened up for the girls who passed through these doors?

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December 31, 2017

Remembering Heroic Actions…

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The former school alongside the former Stathuis (Town Hall) in Baarle-Hertog  has the war memorial located on the outside of one of it’s walls.

This memorial commemorates also the actions of Miet Verhoven, Gerardus Gerritsen and Adriaan van Gestel who made the ultimate sacrifice in their efforts to help downed pilots back to safe territory.

This is a beautiful, poignant statue that gives a lasting memory to ordinary people caught up in horrific events far beyond their own making but who stood up, stepped out and showed amazing acts of bravery.

They make the ultimate sacrifice and deserve nothing less something beautiful to remember them by.

My only regret is that this statue is not located on the Main Street of Baarle where it could be even more appreciated.

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“Monument for those Executed

This monument is made in 1949  by L. van Der Meer in memory of the three inhabitants of Baarle who were executed on 10th September 1944 : Maria Verhoeven, Gerardus Gerritsen and Adriaan van Gestel.”

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