While death is always a tragedy, there is something particularly terrible about a death of a beloved family member just before Christmas.
Leonard Naylor was on his way home for Christmas. It was December 23, 1939, when he got a ride with 23-year-old Leslie Trevor Moore who had a car. They were heading from Gisborne to Tiniroto, a tiny farming and forestry village part way to Wairoa. The pair had set off just after midnight - very early morning. It would be more than 24 hours before they were found - by which time Leslie was dead. Naylor, who was 45, was never able to remember what had happened. They were driving and then they were over 300ft down a bank to the Kaikoura river. About 7am on Christmas Eve, a truck driver from the Public Works department, Harry Campbell saw Naylor lying on the side of the road badly cut up and unconscious. He realised Naylor had managed to climb up the bank and went down himself to find the car at the bottom with Leslie in it. Campbell went for help. A rescue complete with ropes and a sledge was needed to retrieve Leslie. His watch was found to have stopped at 4.35. Neither man was believed to have been drinking. Moore was a lorry driver himself and only a few weeks before had been fined 2 pounds for speeding Moore had been born in 1916 the third son of Phillip and Edith Moore. Naylor never seemed to quite recover, being in trouble for drinking on and off for several years after. He died in 1963 and is buried in Taruheru Cemetery. Moore, who was single, was buried in Patutahi Cemetery. Picture by Artem Maltsev.
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Richard Pearse is best known as the Kiwi who beat the Wright brothers to powered flight. But in fact it was a tiny part of the tortured history of the man who died in obscurity in a mental asylum.
Born on December 3, 1877 to Sarah and Digory Sargent Pearse who was a farmer a few miles from Temuka. He was the fourth of nine children and was the family dreamer. He played cello in the family orchestra and was a champion tennis player. After school his dream was to study engineering. It would have meant going to Canterbury College but the family could not afford it. Instead when he turned 21 he was given a 100 hectare block on the family land. He promptly built a workshop on it, even building his own forge and lathe. It was here that his inventing started. For all we believe him to be the person who invented and built and then flew the first plane, it was only one invention among a huge number. His first patented invention, dating from 1902, was an ingenious new style of bicycle, bamboo-framed with a vertical-drive pedal action, rod-and-rack gearing system, back-pedal rim-brakes and integral tyre pumps. Richard’s dream however was to fly. He read about advancement with experiments overseas in scientific journals and he seems to have worked on ideas for powered flight from as early as 1899 and built a two cylinder petrol engine. Around it he built a bamboo, tubular steel, wire, canvas monoplane with short wide wings, which is a bit like the design of modern microlights now. His first attempt that was witnessed was on the road near his farm. He spent about 50 yards in the air before crashing. There are no details of it beyond that and it wasn’t until two of his letters were public - published in 1915 and 1928 that he wrote it was early 1904. He also believed he did not achieve proper flight and did not beat the Wright brothers who flew in December 1903. But later and with the help of eye witnesses, it is more likely the day he flew was March 1903 rather than 1904. He kept at it, achieving several other powered take-offs or long hops. In July 1906 he patented his aircraft. His genius however was barely recognised. He was a failure as a farmer - and most likely frustrated when his attempts did not do better. He was given several nicknames - such as Mad Pearse - by neighbours who treated him with scepticism So he moved to South Otago where he farmed near Milton and set out inventing farming equipment. He was conscripted into the Otago Infantry Regiment in May 1917 and sent overseas in January 1918, but was too ill to see action and he returned to New Zealand in October that year. In 1921 he moved to Christchurch and built houses and began work on a second plane, applying for a patent in 1943 - it was approved in 1949. It was well before its time, with tilting engines to allow vertical take-off and landing. But there was no interest from aviation companies and Pearse became more and more paranoid and was admitted to Sunnyside hospital. He died there on July 29, 1953. Among his other inventions were a needle threader, power cycle, recording machine, harp, power generator, potato planter, top dresser and musical boxes. Richard was cremated at Bromley Crematorium Chapel. A memorial rose tree was planted over the ashes; appropriately, it was a "Pearse Rose." Dr Dutton’s problems were all his own doing.
Doctors were often held to be men deserving of great respect especially in remote places where they were called out and it took them considerable effort to minister to patients. But William Henry Dutton was hardly worthy of respect. A womaniser, alcoholic and generally unpleasant, it’s hardly a wonder he lost his first job in New Zealand before he even started it. Dutton was hired by Arrowtown Hospital Trustees in 1894 to replace their last doctor. He was coming from Australia and had beaten out 31 other candidates. He was hired as a surgeon and the Otago Witness newspaper reported he had a string of letters after his name. But even as the offer of a job was being made, Australian newspapers were reporting , with some glee, the salacious tales of his well publicised divorce. It even turned out some of his references were forged. One was from the Bishop of Goulburn who admitted he knew Dutton’s parents and they were respectable people but he would not have written a reference that described Dutton as having ‘steady habits” Reports were coming in from Australia of Dutton’s divorce case from his wife Mary Dent Oswald for adultery, cruelty and habitual drunkenness. There was also a suggestion that she was so afraid of him that she and their infant son spent the night outside in cold weather rather than go back inside - after which the baby died. Evidence of another doctor he had been in partnership with spoke of his drinking, his bad language to his wife, a chemist nearby told of getting into a fight with a drunk Dutton and domestic servants said he was inappropriately intimate with them. Dutton himself blamed everything on his wife. And to a lesser extent to his three children. They had married in 1884 when Mary was 17 - and she came into a lot of money after the death of her father. They were ill-suited. Mary was from a refined family while Dutton was much rougher and everything he had had come from his own hard work. The divorce was granted and Dutton headed for New Zealand. The news that his job no longer existed came to him only after he landed but it didn’t stop him. Dutton set up a private hospital in the New Orleans Hotel and much to the public hospital’s chagrin turned out to be more popular than the doctor who took his place. He worked for a bit then took a short trip back to Victoria before returning to Otago, working between Gore and Invercargill for a bit before settling in Queenstown. For a while he did well for himself, affecting some amazing cures and was popular for it. He wrote one book, called The Bird of Paradise, that was supposedly a work of fiction, but in fact was about himself with the facts twisted to reflect better on him. But it got a lukewarm reception and Dutton went back to drinking. At only 38, the drinking caught up with him and he died on November 18, 1896. His body was returned to Australia and he was buried at the Geelong Western Public Cemetery. Picture from Te Papa’s collection. Harry Dale really did run away and join the circus but it turned out to be his death.
Circus’ were huge attractions in the late 19th and early 20th century. But far from the type of spectacle they are now, these were the old style - dangerous animals, tricks, clowns and trapeze artists in a big ring. People flocked to them. Even the strange performing flea circus that toured the South Island in 1889-90 as part of the New Zealand and South Seas exhibition. Along with a switchback railway or roller coaster, a camera obscura, the Fat Family, Jo-Jo the Russian Dog Faced Boy (who was said to resemble a Skye terrier), Unzie the frizzy-haired and gentlemanly Circassian Albino, and two replicas of the Eiffel Tower, the fleas were quite the attraction. Professor Upini (sometimes Ubini) was travelling with his troupe of world celebrated performing fleas - the first to visit New Zealand - and he set up in a building in George St. His fleas performed feats of strength pulling chariots, a wheeled (miniature) elephant and a cab. Newspapers even reported that they chopped wood and carried water. They had extraordinary names, like Boulanger and Bismarck, and fought duels with swords and one named Tom was a miniature strong man. A local newspaper even gave a hilarious (and ridiculous) story about how the fleas were trained. The whole thing was hugely popular. Very little is known about Signor Upini except he came from London and claimed his grandfather was who had perfected educating fleas. One of the biggest circuses to visit New Zealand regularly was the Wirth Bros. Formed by Philip Wirth and his brother George, officially opening in 1880, the circus travelled throughout New Zealand several times over 60 years. It was usually based in Australia and coming over must have been quite the exercise for its biggest attractions were its elephants. Their first elephant was bought from Burma In 1909 the whole circus were heading off on the road from Hastings when they came across a steam traction engine stuck in shingle by the Waipawa River. The driver asked if the elephants could pull it out. Five elephants were hooked up and managed to pull it out. One of the elephants was Toby, who was considered bad tempered. Later that year, back in Australia Harry Dale, who was a New Zealander, was in charge of Toby while transporting materials to a train at the railway station. Toby pinned Harry against a railway truck, crushing him badly. Harry died June 27, 1909 and is buried at Apple Tree Creek Cemetery in Queensland. His gravestone says he was a member of the Wirth Bros circus. The specialist companies of the New Zealand Expeditionary Force may not have had huge numbers, but their impact was massive.
The Tunnelling Company was made up mainly of miners. They dug subways, cable trenches and dugouts but their most important work was burrowing under enemy trenches to plant explosives. In 1914 the British began working on warfare below the trenches, but could not compete with their enemy. So the call went out and men from all over New Zealand (except miners working with coalmines because it was considered an essential industry) began joining up. Enlistment began in October 1915 and they needed 250 minors and 150 unskilled workers for the first company. The company worked exclusively on the Western Front and led to the first confirmed Kiwi death on the Front - Sapper Michael Tobin. Tobin had been born on February 8, 1880, in Pukekohe to Michael and Mary Tobin. Michael had been working as a miner for the Public Works department - which had huge numbers of workers who undertook most major construction works in the country including roads and power stations. He had been at Mt Maunganui in the Bay of Plenty when he volunteered to enlist in October 1915. He left New Zealand on HMNZT Ruapehu two months later. Records describe him as 5’9 of fair complexion with blue eyes. In April 1916, his company had landed in France and were sent to an area just north east of Arras. The company blew up a counter mine which let out gas. The section of ground had to be reopened and the company continued to work despite a number of men having bad colds and some with measles. A few days later Michael was admitted to hospital and was diagnosed with bronchial pneumonia. He died a day later. Michael had never married but had seven brothers and sisters. He was buried at Beauval Communal Cemetery, Somme, France, the only New Zealander interred there. His name can be seen on the Tauranga Domain Memorial Gate. William Seed’s life was one of service to his country and government and that was what was celebrated when he died.
But it’s his connection with a literary giant that makes him extraordinary. William was born in England in 1827 and came to New Zealand with his family when he was young, landing in Wellington. He went into the office of Colonel Wakefield, principal agent of the New Zealand company then transferred to the staff of Sir George Grey then on to the Customs Department. He remained there until 1863 when he was elected to fill the role of undersecretary to the newly formed Defence department then became Collector of Customs before being Head of the department. He was considered the most able of public servants. In 1868, he was appointed Auditor-General then went to a Royal Commission to enquire into the keep of Treasury Accounts. William toured Samoa and in 1975 he went to England where he toured lighthouses. It was here he met Robert Louis Stevenson. Stevenson was captivated by William’s description of the South Pacific. Stevenson was ill, he had chronic bronchitis and suffered from it his whole life. It was because of William’s accounts of the warm Pacific islands that Stevenson decided to travel, leaving England in 1888 on the yacht Casco and for three years he wandered the seas, stopping at islands. He had written his pirate adventure Treasure Island already Stevenson came to New Zealand in 1890 on the Janet Nicoll and was supposed to meet Governor General George Grey but was too ill. He and his wife Fanny checked into the Star Hotel for the night then returned to the boat. That night it caught fire. Fanny, with great presence of mind saved Stevenson’s trunk of manuscripts before they managed to put the fire out. Stevenson visited Auckland again in 1893 and then met Grey, all because of a chance meeting with Seed. Seed died on February 6, 1890 and is buried in Bolton St Cemetery. |
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