 John Grigg was a music teacher and businessman, but it was his hobby in his spare time for which he is best remembered. John discovered comets.
Born in London, England on June 4, 1838 to James and Ruth, he received an excellent classical education with a particular interest in music, math and science. He sang, played numerous instruments and was qualified as a music teacher early in his life. He married Emma Mitchell in 1858 and they came to New Zealand in 1863. But Emma died in 1867 leaving John with four young children. The next year he moved his family to Thames and set up a furnishings business. Later he added a music shop. He established the Thames Choral Society and composed music for it. In 1871 he married Sarah Ann Allaway but the marriage was tragically short-lived - Sarah dying during a miscarriage in 1874. He married a third time - to Mary Jane Henderson in 1887 and had four children. John had developed a fascination with astronomy as a teenager and in 1874 and 1882 he became captivated by the transit of Venus across the face of the sun. He retired at the age of 56 to devote himself to it full time. He owned his own refracting telescope and constructed an observatory for it in Pollen Street. And began comet hunting. In 1902 he made his first discovery, a comet now known as Comet 1902 IIP/Grigg-Skjellerup. A year later he found his second and his third in 1907. He was beaten to a fourth by an Australian amatuer astronomer. John received rewards for his discoveries and is also known in the field of astrophotography for taking pictures of comets. He died in Thames on June 20, 1920. He is buried in the Shortland Cemetery in Thames.
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 In 1910 moose were released in Fiordland. The idea had been to create a type of large game reserve for hunters.
Sir Joseph Ward, who had been Prime Minister, had arranged for the shipment - from Canada. The first release failed fairly quickly but then 10 more moose came to New Zealand on the ship Ulimaroa. The four males and six females created a fuss - they were highly prized and had to be carefully tended, including being doused with water several times a day. So they were released in Fiordland National Park and were to be left for over a decade to breed. But it never came to anything. Red deer also became part of the landscape and competed heavily with the tiny population of moose. Nevertheless they bred and in 1921 they were well established. But then it was assumed they died out. But legends persist and sightings are common. Photos have been taken over the years, a clear one from 1927 at the Seaforth River and then in 1952 a photo was taken of what could only be a moose standing on a river bank. Despite believing they had died out, several were shot in the 1950’s then it was again believed they were extinct in New Zealand. But the rumours came again and again. In the 1970’s there were signs, including a cast antler. Then, in 2001 and 2002, DNA from hair was established before there were browsing signs. Then, only two years ago, a former Canadian hunting guide on a helicopter flight was stunned to recognise a moose in the Doubtful Sound area. Those 10 original moose were cared for when they arrived by Frederick Moorhouse who had been the one of the original staff members of the Tourism Board, which marketed New Zealand to the rest of the world. Frederick was later the Conservator of Fish and Game in Rotorua - such an expert that he officially escorted dignitaries on fishing expeditions - the Duke (later King George VI) and Duchess of York and the Bishop of London. Along with being the man who cared for the moose, he was responsible for trout stocks around the country as well as the importation of wapiti, horned owls, black tailed deer, racoons, snow geese and Canadian geese. He was also in charge of the agricultural and pastoral section at the world’s fair in St Louis. Moorhouse retired in 1928 and died in 1929, leaving his wife Emma, a son and daughter. He is buried in Te Henui Cemetery in New Plymouth. Picture by Shivam Kumar.  John Branks’ wife Rachael tragically died after the branch of a tree he was felling landed on her.
The pair were early settlers, coming to New Zealand from Scotland in 1840 aboard the Bengal Merchant, ending up living in a cottage on the Old Porirua Road just down the road from the St John’s Anglican Church. John worked for the landowner Thomas Drake. They began raising their family, William, Catherine and John Jnr. John was in the throes of buying some land to secure their future when the branch fell on Rachael breaking both her legs. She was the first patient admitted to the new Colonial Hospital in 1847. Fifteen days later Rachael died after contracting tetanus. John was left with three young children, which must have been hard. How the next two years passed is not known. But the next records on the Branks family was the terrible news that he and his children were dead. Murdered. Police found all of them had been hacked to death with an axe. John was on the floor and the children on the bed. Wellington was horrified and a £50 reward was offered. In a short period of time Henare Maroro was arrested. Maroro was an angry man. He had been in prison previously for four months - although it's unclear what for - and he wanted that time back. He had vowed to get back at pākehā and the Branks family were who he came across. It didn’t take long for a court to find Maroro guilty and he was sentenced to death. At the time executions were carried out in public and Roman Catholic Father Jean Baptiste Comte attended Maroro at the Wellington jail and took his confession. He admitted the killing, which he carried out alone and without anyone else telling. He had no idea who John Branks was. In April 1849, Maroro was taken outside the jail where a scaffold had been put up. About 500 people gathered to watch as he was hanged. Maroro was to have been buried in the prison but since it was destroyed by an earthquake, it was decided to bury him elsewhere. Like a great many murderers, his final resting place is a guess but it would most likely be the Bolton Street Cemetery or Mount Street cemetery given the year. John, Rachael and their children are listed in New Zealand Cemetery records on the St Paul’s Church of England burial register and are listed as being buried in the Bolton Street Cemetery. The family are also shown as buried in one grave in the St John's Anglican cemetery in Johnsonville. Photo by Tamara Gore.  For a short time the tragic crash of ZK-AGK Kākā, a Lockheed Electra with 11 people on board was New Zealand’s worst air disaster.
A National Airways Corporation plane (later Air New Zealand), it took off from Hamilton heading to Palmerston North on October 23, 1948. It was a regular route and this time had Commander Max Hare and Second Officer Brian Russell at the helm. There was nothing unusual about the first flight. The plane refuelled and took on 11 passengers before beginning the flight back. It headed toward Whanganui, a dog leg that took it clear of several large peaks. The plane was noted on the Whanganui beacon about 1.38pm in heavy cloud and rain. Thirty minutes later there was no sight of it and it was declared missing when it failed to land in Hamilton as scheduled. A massive search began, badly hampered by the weather and by the fact there was no clear idea where it was. It was three deerstalkers who said they heard a plane near Mt Ruapehu that led to the discovery of the crash site about 900 metres from the summit. All bodies were recovered. A board of inquiry later said it was pilot error. New Zealand was only beginning to recover from that news when the Lockheed Loadstar ZK-AKX Kererū went down with 15 people on board on March 18, 1949. The flight had left from Whenuapai heading to Paraparaumu then on to the South Island. The plane, captained by Commander Richard Warren Bartley had been in regular radio contact. At 9.37am the Paraparaumu control tower heard the plane was two minutes out. But it never arrived. Twenty minutes later search aircraft were in the air. Heavy cloud made it difficult to see but just after midday the burning wreckage was found in the Tararua foothills. Searchers went in on foot hoping for survivors but on arrival the next day it was quickly clear the Kererū had exploded on impact and they began the horrible task of bringing back the bodies. Onboard the Kākā was Lindley Andrews, William Bell, Frederick Follas, Merton Heywood, Margaret Kunz, William Mumford, Gertrude Pease, Roderick Phryn and Trevor and Helen Collinge and their infant son Keith. George Maximilian Hare, a former Royal New Zealand Air pilot is buried at the Rangiora East Belt Cemetery while Brian Russell is in the Archer St cemetery in Masterton. Onboard the Kererū was Noeleen Bell, Rogers Boys, Gladys Cattin, Frederick Jeffcott, James June, Edward Phillip James Keeler (Briell), Robert Kennedy, Edna Perkins, William Perkins, Andrew Ryland, Frank Stephens, Edward Thurgood, Joan Treweek and Donald Wilson. Pilot Richard Bartley is at Waikumete Cemetery in Auckland. Both times the lack of air navigation beacons was highlighted during inquiries. Photo of a Lockheed Electra by Ivo Lukacovic.  This is an unusual grave story. For a start it's not about a person - although a whole generation of kiwi kids might disagree.
It’s about beloved icons whose incredible story is so full of twists and turns it’s a little hard to believe. Every day in the afternoon a distinctive television show’s theme began to air. “Here's a house. Here's a door. Windows: one, two, three, four. Ready to knock. Turn the lock. It's Play School!” Yes, we are talking about Big Ted, Little Ted, Jemima, Manu and Humpty. For nearly all of them this ‘grave story’ ends with those beloved characters safely stored at New Zealand’s national museum Te Papa. But for Little Ted it’s a far more dark sinister tale, full of plot twists. Little Ted - or at least a bit of him - is at the Otago Settlers Museum. His body in fact. It’s charred and decapitated. And there is no trace of his head. So what hideous crime allowed this to happen? On the final day of filming of the show in New Zealand, the crew were playing pranks. Among them was stuffing Little Ted’s head with explosives. Before there are too many gasps of dismay - this version of Little Ted was an old, already retired one. Several were always kept on hand so that no one version got too worn out. Predictably the head got blown off and for many years tales were told about what happened to it. But in 2009 a phone call to a reporter came from a man who claimed he had the head. He refused to give further details and it wasn’t until years later that another investigation by another reporter tracked down a man who claimed he had the head. (There is no way of knowing if it was the same man both times). And he got a result. This time a photo of a little bear head was sent to the reporter along with a newspaper of the day as “proof of life.” As it happens several searches for any of the other versions of Little Ted to preserve him have come up with nothing - or at least nothing public. So the beheaded version is apparently the only one of the original left. Where the head will end up is anyone’s guess.  Twelve years after he died, Alexander Doull’s body was exhumed in 1964, a drastic step for anyone to take.
Suspicion had fallen on his widow - Margaret Murray Doull - after the death of her sister Janet Belle Greenhorn, believed to have been poisoned with arsenic. Janet had been in Oakley Mental Hospital in 1964 before leaving to move in with her sister Margaret in Takanini, Auckland. Within months she was dead. Margaret was born Margaret Murray Hutchinson on May 13, 1912 in Timaru to John Edward Hutchinson and his wife Helen. She had an older brother Ian and of course, Janet. She married Alexander George Doull in 1935 and they quickly had four children. It can’t have been easy for her. She was bright, ambitious and intelligent and had once considered becoming a doctor. But instead she was a clerk at the Auckland Electric Power Board while her husband ran his farm. It was hard work and Alexander became ill and depressed, withdrawing from the world more and more. By 1951, the farm was running at a loss and it was transferred into her name. And in January 1952, Alexander died. At the time the cause of death was given as influenza. Margaret married again - William John Jackson - but unknown to her, he was already married and ended up being charged with bigamy then imprisoned for six months. She took in boarders to make money for a while but when Jackson was released from prison they headed to Australia. From journals she wrote it was clear she was sleeping with multiple men. By 1963, she was back in New Zealand (Jackson died in 1962) and took in her sister. Janet became ill and Margaret said it was flu. Janet died on August 22, 1964, and after the police were called in, Margaret was charged with murder. Pathology tests said Janet died from repeated doses of arsenic. And Margaret was shown to have bought the poison. It led to Alexander’s body being exhumed and Margaret being charged with his death. She denied both but it took the jury just over an hour to find her guilty and she was imprisoned for life for murder. Janet was cremated and her ashes scattered at Purewa Cemetery while Alexander was buried in Maunu Cemetery in Northland. Where Margaret went after her prison sentence (or if she did) is not known. But she had already said she had a lover waiting for her.  Ever looked at our Coat of Arms? The woman in a white dress look familiar?
That’s because it's modelled after legendary actress Grace Kelly, all thanks to former Prime Minister John Marshall, who was Attorney General at the time. But the man who originally designed our Coat of Arms was artist James Ingham McDonald. McDonald was born in Tokomairiro in South Otago on June 11, 1865, to Donald McDonald and his wife Margaret. He began painting early and took art classes as a young man in Dunedin. But he moved to Melbourne to further his art career and there he met Mary - called May - Brabin who he married. They were back in New Zealand in 1901 where McDonald worked as a photographer for the Department of Tourist and Health Resorts, travelling and taking pictures of scenery. It was during these trips James became interested in Māori art. So much so that when he was appointed to the Colonial Museum as an assistant and draughtsman he made the model pā that remained on display for decades. He went back to the Tourist Department to work on displays for the New Zealand International Exhibition in Christchurch and began making films, officially recording scenic attractions. In 1908 a competition was announced to redesign the Coat of Arms - which was distinctly British - to a more New Zealand design. There were 75 put forward and James’ won. It featured a pākehā woman holding a flag and a Maori warrior, with the British lion at the top. It became the Coat of Arms in 1911. In 1912, James returned to the museum as a photographer and art assistant and in 1918 he proposed an exhibition to go to the Hui Aroha to welcome home the Maori Battalion. James decided to film and made the earliest known ethnographic film in New Zealand. He repeated it in 1920 for a gathering of the tribes to greet the Prince of Wales. Over the years his films showed traditional activities like the plaiting and weaving of flax, the making the setting of eel pots and the cooking of food in a hangi. A great many of his films have been restored and can now be viewed. He also modelled decorative patterns for the Native Committee Room in Parliament buildings and was appointed to the Board of Maori Arts in 1926. James moved to Tokaanu where he was one of the founders of Te Tuwharetoa School of Maori Art and Crafts with the aim of reviving and nurturing traditional arts. With no financial support, he and his family suffered with financial loss until he died on April 13, 1935. In 1956 the design of the Coat of Arms was reconsidered - with Marshall not liking the new proposed design for the woman who was thought to look too “Soviet” so Marshall said to make it look like Grace Kelly. James McDonald is buried in Taupo Cemetery.  Harriet Russell Morison was a battler for unions, for women’s rights and even to clear her own name.
She set up the first union of female workers in 1889, the Tailoresses ‘ Union of New Zealand - beginning a legacy of unions helping to fight for the rights of women badly used in the workplace. Born in Ireland to James and Margaret in 1862, she followed in her father’s footsteps. He was a master tailor. She was about five when her family came to New Zealand and her father set up shop in Dunedin. As a tailoress herself, she became concerned about the rights of working women. In 1889, she became the first vice president of the Tailoresses' Union created after the sweating scandal - where a royal commission looked into long work hours for poor pay. She also took on the role of secretary shortly after. She was known, despite being a tiny woman, for her boundless energy and commitment, helping to raise wages and improve conditions by creating an industry standard. She also helped set up similar operations in other parts of the country. She tried to set up a similar association for domestic staff, a convalescent home for clothing workers, edited the Working Woman’s corner in the Globe newspapers and for years was an official visitor at the Seacliff Lunatic Asylum. A staunch Christian, she believed that the unions, as a means to achieve equality, were consistent with her beliefs. Among those beliefs was the right to vote, in part to counteract the evils of alcohol. She was a founding member of the Women’s Franchise League in Dunedin, the first one in New Zealand. The signatures of many suffrage petitions were due to her tireless work. But in 1896, she suddenly left the union she helped found after accusations of embezzling. Two picnics she had planned were a disaster and when she planned a further event to clear debts and raise funds, she failed to keep a proper account. Morison was never charged and was probably wrongly accused. But it ended with her resignation from the union. She then became an inspector of factories in the South Island but was quickly considered an inappropriate choice - apparently because of her zeal. She was removed from the position and put in charge of a labour bureau for domestic workers. Morison resented much about her job, especially that she could not do inspections by herself but needed a male inspector with her. Repeated requests that a female inspector was needed were spurned. She was suspended for supposedly falsifying claims about the employment of servants and an inquiry was to be held but the Prime Minister William Massey stopped it. None of it stopped her fighting. She applied for a salary increase and continued to work for women’s rights. But in 1921 she resigned from public service when the Department of Labour closed the women’s branches and made her and other women redundant. Nothing they had done or said stopped her fight or her spirit. She had never married, her work was her whole life. She died at her home in Auckland on August 19, 1925. She was cremated and a plaque put on a wall of remembrance at Waikumete Cemetery. She is also part of the Kate Sheppard National Memorial statue in Christchurch along with Kate Sheppard, Helen Nicol, Ada Wells, Meri Te Tai Mangakahia and Amey Daldy, opened in 1993.  Charles Edward Douglas might have been the last man to see the incredible Haast’s eagle alive.
Mainly because he shot and ate them. Haast’s eagle was the largest eagle to ever have existed. A massive 15kg (the largest now comes in about 9kg), it was big and powerful enough to hunt moa. The Haast’s eagle lived in the South Island and was only known from its remains described by famous explorer Julius von Haast. It was believed to have been extinct since the 1400’s likely because as the moa was hunted to extinction, its prey died out. It was a formidable predator with huge talons and a wingspan of over two metres. It is now believed to be the pouakai or giant bird of Maori legend - which was said to be able to kill a person. Charles Douglas was born on July 1, 1840, to James and Martha Douglas in Edinburgh, Scotland. His father worked as an accountant to the Commercial Bank of Scotland and for a while Charles worked alongside him. But in 1862 he came to New Zealand on the Pladda and ended up going gold mining. He also ran stock to the gold fields. By 1868 he was travelling with von Haast and becoming increasingly interested in geology and the wildlife. He continued roaming and he mapped and recorded nearly all he saw and reported them to the chief surveyor. He rarely settled down and by the late 1870’s was being paid for his expeditions, exploring South Westland, the valley of Paringa, Haast, Landsborough, Turnbull, Waiatoto, Arawata and the Cascade rivers. His dogs - first Topsy then Betsey Jane - were often with him. Charlie - as he was usually called - never married and was often a heavy drinker. He was usually seen carrying his distinctive batwing tent, was considered shy and spoke slowly. He carried a field book that he wrote his thoughts and observations down in. Rheumatism slowed him down and in 1906 he suffered a stroke in Paringa then a second before retiring in Hokitika in 1908. He was awarded the 1897 Royal Geographical Society Gill Memorial prize for his explorations. Charlie often drew and wrote about what he saw, numerous watercolours are still in collections around New Zealand - along with a monograph on the birds of South Westland in which he details shooting and eating two immense raptors in the Haast River Valley. He wrote “The expanse of wing of this bird will scarcely be believed. I shot two on the Haast, one was 8 feet 4 inches (2.54 m) from tip to tip, the other was 6 feet 9 inches (2.06 m), but with all their expanse of wing they have very little lifting power, as a large hawk can only lift a duck for a few feet, so no one need get up any of those legends about birds carrying babies out of cradles, as the eagle is accussed [sic] of doing.” It was considered they could have been Haast’s eagles. They might also have been Eyle’s harrier - also extinct. Mount Douglas, the Douglas pass and the Douglas river are all named after him. Charlie died on 23 May 1916 and is buried in Hokitika Municipal Cemetery and fittingly, a pickaxe - a tool of the explorer - is engraved on his headstone. Picture of Moa bones from Te Papa’s collection. |
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