Thursday, September 5, 2013

The fairy garden after the departure











Emigrants

People have been packing up and leaving their homes and heading out to new places since the great migrations out of Africa.  Leaving the known for the unknown.  Usually because the known was untenable and the unknown offered hope.

Monday, July 23, 2012

Home of Janet Frame in Oamaru

Back to our visit to Oamaru.
After some lunch we ventured down  to 56 Eden Street just west of our hostel to visit the childhood home of Janet Frame.  We had met the fellow who is the curator here at the radio museum earlier in the day. 
The house is a snug bungalow on a large lot with an abundant garden behind the house. Janet Frame, born in 1923, lived here from 1931 to 1943.

Monday, June 13, 2011

More shaking going on

Christchurch had another earthquake yesterday.  Actually two.  Son Bob called us last night to let us know they were OK; the only physical damage of consequence was their Apple computer crashed to the floor.  he had told me earlier that the seismologists were predicting a couple more as the fault line completes its adjustments.  He is hoping these quakes yesterday were the ones anticipated.  Everyone is on edge there and would like it if the earth would get its work done.


Christchurch earthquake


I am going to try to continue my report on our trip to New Zealand, which was wonderful, but the tragedy of the quakes has taken some of the joy out of it.  Bear with me. 

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Earthquakes

Over the life of our planet the construct and shape of its surface has changed repeatedly.  But this has been no passive activity; it has been accompanied by volcanic eruptions, floods and massive shifting of continental plates.  As the plates are forced together, the earth trembles and shakes and mountain ranges are formed, chasms are opened, whole oceans move and continents are born. These processes began at the beginning of time and continue today.


When I was an undergraduate in 1965, the nascent theory of continental drift was being argued with the evidence mounting in its cause.  The whole idea of continents moving about had reached introductory geology classes. What a fascinating idea!  Over the following half century it has moved from theory to established fact as geologists traced the geological time line in very disparate continents separated now by huge oceans of water. 


These massive plates of land continue to move, to form mountains, to slide down under the sea.  But not without complaint.  Inertia and friction resist movement and thus they occur in sudden jolts -like trying to move heavy furniture.  These jolts are what we call earthquakes.


Typically, earthquakes occur along the edges of the continental plates, along  fault lines (we have all heard of the San Andreas fault in California).  In new Zealand, the Pacific plate is sliding southward along the Australian plate with the fault line running along the mountainous west coast of South Island.  As you look northward, the fault line extends through Wellington and continues to the center of North Island.  There are over 14,000 earthquakes in New Zealand per year although only about 200 are strong enough to be felt. New Zealand is sometimes called  the Shaky Islands.


However, the final chapter on seismic activity in New Zealand had not yet been written.  A previously unknown fault has been described and named the Greendale fault, which runs on an east-west line west of Christchurch and is the location of much of the activity over the past several months.


The size of an earthquake, while significant in its damaging force, is not the sole determining factor.  Like real estate, it is "location, location, location".  The 2010 Haiti quake was 7.0 M, 1989 the San Francisco, 7.1 M, the current Christchurch quake only 6.3 M on the Richter scale but the property damages estimated at US$12 billion the highest from a natural disaster since Hurricane Ike in 2008.


Certainly the loss of life is low when compared to a disaster like Haiti, but much of that can be attributed to awareness and preparedness and a wealthier economy.  The losses to the economy do no, however, stop at current property losses.  The economy depends heavily on tourism and many of the seriously damaged buildings in the city are the old historic buildings that attract tourists, like the cathedral, and it is questionable if they can be restored.  And, of course, 5000 earthquakes (201 of the over magnitude of 4.0) in the last six months isn't exactly a big draw for tourists.


Christchurch cathedral before quake:














Christchurch cathedral after quake Feb 22, 2011:




Monday, February 14, 2011

Looking around Oamaru














Only a few short blocks from our door, the main business corridor stretched along Thames Street, State Hi-way 1, the main highway leading through town.  Things were more lively along the row of shops and businesses than one expect considering Kiwis were still celebrating the Christmas holiday. We poked along, stepping into shops that caught our fancy, window shopping and people watching.  Our stroll south toward the old historic district was interrupted was interrupted when we stepped into a coffee-house to enjoy a flat white (a coffee with milk added with a tantalizingly flourish).  Granted there were several customers there but the barista managed to stretch out preparing the coffee for 25 minutes!  How I craved the quick "pump and serve" at Kwiktrip back home.  The expression, "Grab a cup of coffee" does not occur much in new Zealand.


After we sipped our coffee, we moved back onto the street and continued our journey.  Many of the building on the active street were also constructed of the creamy white Oamaru limestone: a few banks, the old post office.  Some had been government buildings or banks and now found themselves reclaimed as restaurants,dress shops and other less authoritarian enterprises.  Many of the limestone relics had had their exteriors cleaned and presented a very bright presence; some, I could tell, had actually been painted, more often than not, a more yellow hue than the original stone would cherish.


Whimsical sculpture

The tourist office was housed in a limestone antiquity at the far end of the street. A couple very eccentric, whimsical sculptures stood in the center of the street giving cause to a chuckle or a smile to the passerby.




Hand crafted furniture store in Historic District
A short walk around the corner and we were in front of the Criterion Hotel at Harbour and Tyne.  The narrow streets in the historic district still had an eeriness about them, but it was somewhat damped by the presence of bustling tradesmen and shoppers coasting in and out of several shops along the street.  Several of the storefronts were occupied by craftsmen and artists as combination shops or studios and retail outlets for their wares. There were painters, jewelry makers, sculptors.  We stopped in a furniture shop where the pieces were all handcrafted and chatted with the owner for awhile.  We learned that at one time not long ago, his business stretched down the street filling several of the spaces that now were vacant.  Imports from Asia hastened the demise of the fine furniture business. Too frequent a sad tale.  His furniture was the kind that would pass down through generations in a family.  I really liked many of the items he had and none were particularly exorbitant - a handsome sea chest crafted of a native wood was priced at NZ$500.


We lazily moved along the street enjoying the architecture and the goods on display.  Around the end of the street the open doors of an antique velocipede shop beckoned us in. 
Radio Museum
We chatted and joked with the owner and continued on our way.  As lunch time neared we headed back up the street intent on finding a place to eat.  On the way we discovered a small radio station and museum and, curious, peeked in.  The foyer and interior room was stacked from floor to ceiling with old radios, gramophones, phonographs and all other sorts of paraphernalia associated with radio or recording. At the rear of the main room a small radio studio was separated off with a glass window through which we saw a thin, bearded elderly gent talking lively into a microphone -broadcasting to the community.  While we were looking around, he finished his "gig" and came out of his studio and engaged us in conversation.  


As we talked, the name of Janet Frame came up. I had mentioned my impression that the Historic District had an eerie, spooky aura about it.  She had made a similar observation and she should know as she was, except for some travels abroad, a lifelong resident of Oamaru and perhaps New Zealand's most celebrated author.  Before traveling to New Zealand, we had researched books and movies associated with the country and founAn Angel at My Table based on an autobiography about her life.  We watched it and became at least curious if not enamored this woman. As our conversation progressed, we learned that this gentleman was also the curator of the Janet Frame house and was headed there after lunch.  We assured him we would be there that afternoon and bade our goodbyes.


We found an interesting restaurant, the Star and Garter -one of New Zealand's oldest restaurants, around the corner on Itchen Street.  Lolly and I both had tasty grilled sandwiches with a ginger beer.  We called Bob on the cell to see if they were ready to join us, but they had already found a place uptown to quell the ferocious appetites generated by a couple hours of cycling.  We headed back up the main street after lunch and met up with them already finishing their lunch at Fat Sally's.  Lolly told Alison about a bead shop we had stopped in, so she opted for going there to have a look-around and bob headed back to the hostel with the kids.  Lolly and I made our way up the street into the residential area and Janet Frame's house.




Oamaru has a Rep Theatre


The Criterion Hotel







Some of the many shops along Harbour Street.







Overly decorated car






Called the Stable, but no horses evident


The Bike Shop


Entrance to Sculptor's shop on Tyne Street

The Bead Shop

Used-book store 



Bob and Alison in restuarant

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

On the road to Oamaru

We left Christchurch on boxing day (Dec. 26) getting urged on our way with a small 5.1 earthquake.  I misjudged  how long it would take to get there and expected we would be there for lunch.  Around noon everyone was getting hungry so we stopped to dine alfresco at a roadside park.




We finally arrived at the Red Kettle Hostel mid-afternoon.  We were the only guests coming in because it was closed for Boxing Day so we had the whole place to ourselves. I liked the hostel well enough.  The beds were comfortable and there was a spacious common room which we had to ourselves the first night.


The entrance to our hostel was very welcoming
The Criterion Hotel stood on the principal corner of the historic district
Things were very quiet in Oamaru as it was still a holiday and would be for two more days.  Alison took the kids to a well-equipped playground just down the street from our lodgings and Bob, Lolly and I went on a short expedition to look at the town.  We drove down to the historic district where the tourism office was (open) and got the information of penguins.  Then we took a little round through the Old Historic District.  We drove slowly down a narrow street flanked on each side by tall white limestone buildings.  Not a soul was to be seen!  It had a spooky, otherworldly feel to it like an abandoned set from a movie back lot.  I could almost hear the ghosts of  stonecutters and miners arguing with sailors and whalers fresh from the sea.  We stopped at the old Criterion Hotel on the corner and went into the saloon to have a beer.  It was built in 1877 and operated as a hotel until 1906, when, with Prohibition grasping the world by its dry throat, it became a temperance hotel. The ground floor was used mostly for a confectionary and soft drink shop (how sad!).  It then went into years of decline, finally being salvaged in 1987 because of its historic value.


 A few "regulars" were nestled in the corner near the door discussing local politics.  A classic wooden bar with tall wooden cabinetry at the rear housing half empty bottles of Scotch and gin sparsely occupying the shelves.  We ordered three beers (Speight's?), which were drawn from one of the tall brass spigots along its edge by a tall gray-haired barman with his sleeves rolled half up his arm and wide suspenders holding up his droopy wrinkled trousers.  We took our beers and sat at one of the three tables queued up along the windows facing the less than busy street.


Our room had a bunk bed and a single
In addition to housing the saloon, the Criterion is also a B&B, although I will say, the common rooms were not very appealing.  They had an old and musty feel about them like the ghosts met there often for tea.  We gawked around the various public rooms after we finished our beer and headed back to the Red Kettle to make supper and get out to see the penguins.