<![CDATA[Genealogy Investigations Ltd - Blog]]>Wed, 19 Jan 2022 11:59:16 -0800Weebly<![CDATA[Kiwi icons: The baking powder king - Grave Story 108]]>Wed, 19 Jan 2022 01:30:00 GMThttp://genealogyinvestigations.co.nz/blog/kiwi-icons-the-baking-powder-king-grave-story-108
Edmonds is a name every New Zealander will know. How many of us had at least one copy of the famous Edmonds Cookbook? Does anyone have the copy their grandmother used?

My now tattered spiral bound version is still used. If I am looking for the basic recipe for something, it’s an invaluable resource.
Thomas John Edmonds is where it all began.
Edmonds was born on October 13, 1858, in Poplar, England, to James Darley and Jane Elizabeth Edmonds.
He began working for London confectionery maker F Allen and Son where he worked with the powders for sherbet.
He married Jane Irving and together they came to New Zealand, arriving aboard the Waitangi in September 1879.
He promptly set up his own shop on Ferry Road, Christchurch.
Edmonds set about making his own baking powder, after learning of the unreliability of what was then available. He made his first batch and sold 200 tins in his store.
That phrase - Sure to Rise - was coined when he told a customer "It is sure to rise, Madam" when she questioned why it was better than the product she was already using assuring her that her scones would not be flat if she used his baking powder.
He perfected his formula and began marketing it, giving away tins for free if someone wouldn’t buy it and offering to take it back if they were unsatisfied. (He said no tins were ever returned).
In addition to the baking powder his company T J Edmonds, made custard powder, egg powder and self raising flour.
By 1912 one million tins of baking powder had been sold.
That first cookbook was released in 1908 as a promotional tool.
Along with the business was Edmonds’ philanthropy. He built several buildings in Christchurch along with the Edmonds factory and gardens.
The factory was demolished in 1990 but the gardens were bought by the city council and kept as a public garden.
He also gifted the city a band rotunda and the clock tower on the Avon River.
He and his wife had eight children. Edmonds died of peritonitis on June 2, 1932.
He is buried along with his wife at the Linwood cemetery.
<![CDATA[Our New Year competition]]>Sat, 15 Jan 2022 01:30:00 GMThttp://genealogyinvestigations.co.nz/blog/our-new-year-competition
Welcome to the New Year!
Let’s hope 2022 is better than the last couple of years.
We thought we would start a new year with a competition.
We solve family mysteries and find people all the time so we thought we would offer you the chance to use our research and investigative skills to see if we can solve one of yours.
Do you have a relative who hasn’t been heard from for a long time? Want to find out where your ancestors come from?
Let’s see if we can find out for you.
Please keep in mind we won’t be able to solve old murders or unresolved police cases.
In a few words tell us your family mystery and why you want it solved and give us some contact details.
Email us before January 31 and we will pick a winner and be in touch.
Please note: While we value and protect the privacy of our clients, we might ask you for a testimonial or to publish a blog about your family mystery, without identifying those involved if you agree.
<![CDATA[Happy Holidays!]]>Sun, 26 Dec 2021 01:30:00 GMThttp://genealogyinvestigations.co.nz/blog/happy-holidays
We want to wish all our followers Happy Holidays!
Please everyone, stay safe, enjoy the break (if you are able to have one) and come back to the New Year refreshed.
We’ll be back in the New Year with a competition about mystery solving and then more regular stories.
Enjoy your Christmas break and New Year!

Deb and Fran.
<![CDATA[The Christmas Eve tragedy - Grave Story 107]]>Wed, 22 Dec 2021 01:30:00 GMThttp://genealogyinvestigations.co.nz/blog/the-christmas-eve-tragedy-grave-story-107
On Christmas Eve 1903, New North Road in Auckland, was busy.
People were hurrying home, carrying presents, from the numerous sales in the darkening evening, anticipating a holiday.
The big trams rolling past were familiar, used by many and indeed, that evening they were packed, with quite a number of people standing.

About 8pm, one big double decker tram on the Kingsland line went to stop, to wait as another tram cleared the way. It was headed up Eden Road, but a brake failed and it began to roll backwards, gathering speed as it headed for another tram, coming toward it from Kingsland.
Within minutes it reached a speed of 60kmh, the ratchet brake, meant to hold it, had failed.
One of the overhead wires snapped, plunging the racing tram into darkness.
The driver of the second tram threw it into reverse to lessen the impact but as the two collided, they telescoped into each other.
Passengers were thrown around the car and had to smash out windows to climb out.
Mt Eden resident Ann Young Hogarth, only 23, a dressmaker, had been travelling on the top deck. When the pole to the overhead wire snapped it whipped around, smashing her in the head and killing her instantly. 
Benjamin Morrison Lindsay (also listed as Morris Benjamin) and William Caley were crushed between the two cars.
One man sitting back in the tram said he could see fire and initially thought the engine had exploded.
Among those on the tram were a number of visitors to Auckland - visiting family for the holidays.
Over 60 people were injured, some very badly.
An inquest found that the ratchet brake had failed. The terrible tragedy cast a pall over Auckland’s holiday season. It led to a loss of faith in the tram system which ended up being phased out. 
Ann Young is buried at Purewa Cemetery, Benjamin Lindsay is buried at Waikumete Cemetery and William Caley is buried in the Symonds Street Cemetery.
This is our last Grave Story post of the year.
<![CDATA[The Mount Victoria fire - Grave Story 106]]>Sat, 18 Dec 2021 01:00:00 GMThttp://genealogyinvestigations.co.nz/blog/the-mount-victoria-fire-grave-story-106
Fire raged across the streets and hillside of Mount Victoria in Wellington on May 30, 1901.
Fuelled by high winds and with the fire brigade hampered by weak water pressure and distance, it began to consume houses.
Wellington City Councillor James Joseph Devine watched as it got closer and closer to his home.
By the time it was out, he had lost the house and everything in it.

Devine was born in 1856 in Tipperary, Ireland to James Devine and Jane Anne Jackson.
A lawyer, he opted to head for New Zealand and arrived in Wellington on the Hurunui in 1876.
It was 2am when the fire was first noticed at the home of Charles Moore in Hawker Street. It was a tongue of flame from a window seen from the city and the alarm was raised.
The fire brigade was on the scene very quickly, but a lack of adequate water and high winds saw the fire spread. Their hose reach was only 20ft (6m) and water pressure was weak.
Gale force winds helped the fire spread.
The neighbouring houses burst into flames then leapt the street and before long was in Shannon and Moeller Streets.
Devine’s Hawker Street house wasn’t right beside the others, but in the end it did not matter. Vegetation caught fire and carried to his large handsome home.
Miraculously no one was injured but by the end 22 houses had been destroyed and the fire raged on the hillside for some time.
Many of the grand houses, built for the businessmen of the time, were never rebuilt.
Devine was elected a member of the Wellington City Council in 1893 and served for many years. He has been president of the Catholic Literary Society, and of the Irish National League, besides filling a great many other positions connected with literary societies in Wellington.
He was one of the founding members of the Hibernian Society.
Devine, who had married Margaret Stanislaus Augustine White, with whom he had six children, died on August 17, 1910 after a sudden illness. He was taken to hospital and had an operation but never recovered. His funeral was held at St Mary’s of the Angels church.
He is buried in Karori Cemetery.
<![CDATA[Kiwi icons: The man who helped invent Weet-Bix - Grave Story 105]]>Wed, 15 Dec 2021 01:00:00 GMThttp://genealogyinvestigations.co.nz/blog/kiwi-icons-the-man-who-helped-invent-weet-bix-grave-story-105
Kiwi kids grew up on Weet-bix. It’s been a staple of our households for decades. Dry biscuits to which you add anything you like and there’s breakfast.
It was Edward Clarence Halsey who helped bring it about.
A Seventh-day Adventist, Halsey was born in the United States on November 5, 1869. He trained as a baker under another name you might recognise, Doctor John Kellogg, at the Battle Creek Sanitarium making health foods.
Halsey was invited to Australia by a pastor - in part to make granose - or what would become Weet-Bix. He was the first baker employed by the Sanitarium Health Food Company.
The Weet-Bix we know today was developed by Bennison Osborne from the granose biscuits Halsey had made.
Halsey began working for the Australian Union Conference at Northcote, a suburb of Melbourne. In March 1898, it was reported that they were making Granola, Caramel Cereal, and Nut Butter.
He married Sarah Jane Jeannie Mansell (called Jeannie) in 1898 but she died in 1900 after contracting blood poisoning.
After losing his wife, Halsey accepted an invitation to transfer with his young son Vernon to Papanui in Christchurch. They left Sydney on December 27, 1900, travelling via Hobart, Tasmania, and Bluff. They arrived at Lyttelton, disembarking on January 11, 1901 where he set himself up in a small building in Papanui.
He met and married Alice Louisa Merab Knight in 1902. After working for eight years in Christchurch, Halsey travelled with his son in March 1908 to visit family relatives in the United States, leaving his wife, Alice, in Christchurch. He was away for some nine months.
When the Sanitarium Health Food Company built their new factory in 1920 there was no further work for Halsey even though he had developed many of the products that were to be manufactured.
Now Weet-Bix is on the shelf in every supermarket in New Zealand.
It was also Sanitarium who first imported marmite into New Zealand obtaining the sole rights in 1908.
Halsey died on November 5, 1926, of a wasting disease and was buried in Bromley Cemetery, Christchurch.
<![CDATA[The elephant's grave - Grave Story 104]]>Sat, 11 Dec 2021 00:30:00 GMThttp://genealogyinvestigations.co.nz/blog/the-elephants-grave-grave-story-104
Mollie the Asian elephant was beloved by the children in the audience of Bullen’s Circus.
The 13-year-old elephant from Thailand was part of one of the biggest Australasian circuses which routinely toured New Zealand. She was known for her ability to stand on her back legs and for being able to do a headstand on her front legs. Mollie was often the star of the big ring.
She had been one of five baby elephants bought by Stafford Bullen from Thailand in 1947.
Whatever we think of animals performing now, back in the 1950s it was a big business and Mollie and the troupe of eight other performing elephants were huge drawcards.
Sadly however, Mollie met her end in New Zealand. While on a walk in Ohakune she broke away from her handler, ate some tutu plant and was immediately poisoned to death.
Tutu - coriaria arborea - is widespread and responsible for quite a number of deaths including some of the first livestock brought here by Captain James Cook.
All parts of the plant are poisonous except the soft black fleshy petals.
It acts on the central nervous system leading to nausea, vomiting, blurred vision, seizures, convulsion, affects breathing and can lead to a comatose state.
Deaths from consuming toxic honey (from bees visiting tutu plants) were recorded in the 1800s, but non-fatal poisonings have been more recently reported. There have been 9 cases since 1974 with the last occurring in 1991 in the Eastern Bay of Plenty area and 2008 in the Coromandel.
So what do you do with a dead elephant in Ohakune?
You bury it of course. Mollie was buried near the main trunk line near the entrance to the Tongariro National Park.
A bit later in the year an Auckland University biology technician Derek Challis (who died earlier this year) got permission to exhume the body and removed Mollie’s skull - which is now on display at the McGregor Museum primate display.
And many years after Mollie’s death - a plaque, put up by the Raetihi-Ohakune Rotary Club is now at her gravesite.
Pic is by artist Raymond McIntyre.
<![CDATA[Mackenzie Country - Grave Story 103]]>Wed, 08 Dec 2021 00:30:00 GMThttp://genealogyinvestigations.co.nz/blog/mackenzie-country-grave-story-103
Ah, the beautiful Mackenzie Country, home to skiing, Aoraki/Mount Cook, lakes, glaciers and starry skies.
Named after James Mackenzie, notorious New Zealand outlaw and infamous sheep rustler. Right?
Well, sort of.

It’s unclear if the man we know as James Mackenzie spelt his name that way, or if it was even his correct name.
He was often called Jock, John or James, and sometimes called himself John Douglass, was maybe born in Ross-shire, Scotland (some say Inverness-shire) around 1820 and since he spoke Gaelic fluently and indifferent English, his name might even have been anglicised.
Nevertheless, the story of the rogue grew until the truth was inseparable from fiction.
Mackenzie himself had once said his family had been well off with his father holding a Crown position but died in Ceylon (now Sri Lanka) leaving his family desperate.
So he went to Australia about 1849 and with the help of a cousin bought a team of bullocks and earned money hauling goods to gold fields.
He moved on to New Zealand, arriving in Nelson then worked his way through Canterbury to Otago.
He is said to have applied for a land licence and while waiting worked as a drover.
But in March 1855 he was caught with 1000 sheep from the Levels station of Robert and George Rhodes. The sheep had been tracked through an inland pass to the basin of the upper Waitaki River.
Mackenzie denied everything saying he had been hired to drive the sheep to Otago. However he escaped from the hunters and walked the 100 miles to Lyttelton - apparently without shoes - where he was captured
He was mostly silent throughout the court case until his faithful Border collie sheepdog Friday was brought into the court. She whined and tried to go to him. He pleaded to be allowed to keep her even if he was imprisoned and warned them she would not work for anyone else.
It was refused, and true to Mackenzie’s word, Friday would not herd for anyone.
He was promptly found guilty and given five years hard labour on the roads but he escaped twice more.
After the last escape attempt he was kept in irons.
Then came Henry Tancred, a magistrate in Christchurch who investigated Mackenzie’s case, finding it seriously flawed. So Mackenzie got a pardon.
Now most stories end with him getting on a boat to go to Sydney, Australia and was never seen again.
But it’s also not quite true. Police Inspector Edward Seager wrote in 1900 that in fact Mackenzie had tried to return to New Zealand but was warned off by police so left again.
It was Mackenzie’s rebelliousness and then his pardon that won him folk hero status, including songs being written about him.
The legends, about his strength, prowess as a drover and Friday (immortalised by a bronze memorial to working collie dogs on the shores of Lake Tekapo) grew and grew - but it appears no one really knew Mackenzie - or where he might lie now.
Photo by Casey Horner
<![CDATA[The tragedy of Captain Charles Lorraine - Grave Story 102]]>Sat, 04 Dec 2021 00:30:00 GMThttp://genealogyinvestigations.co.nz/blog/the-tragedy-of-captain-charles-lorraine-grave-story-102
Crowds gathered at Lancaster Park in 1899 to see Captain Charles Lorraine ascend in his balloon.
Captain Lorraine was the stage name of Auckland-born David Mahoney who became transfixed with ballooning while in England in 1892.
Mahoney was born April 19, 1874, growing up in Parnell.
After schooling he found work at Hoffman’s music factory and developed a love for performing.
He moved to Australia then on to England where he got a chance to use a gas filled balloon for the first time.
After that Mahoney reinvented himself. He saved the money to buy his own balloon, called himself Captain Lorraine after his ballooning mentor, and on his return to New Zealand in 1899, began making a name for himself as a performing parachutist, dropping from his balloon, called Empress, sometimes as high as 15,000 feet (who on earth could see him up there??) to do gymnastics for the waiting crowds.
On November 2, 1899 he can have had no idea that things were going to go so wrong. After all, he had performed the stunts many times before.
He had told The Press: “Christchurch is the ideal place for a balloonist, and if the wind does not carry me too far, I am going to try and break my record of 20,000 ft.”
He set off about 4pm, his balloon filled with coal gas, soaring high before disaster hit. His parachute came loose and unfurled, becoming unusable.
A shocked crowd saw him try to grab hold of it to save his only way back to earth but it fell leaving Lorraine rising on a strong north-west wind and heading out to sea until he was just a black speck to the watching crowds, including his wife Frances (nee Juriss).
Desperately he tried to pop the balloon. Lorraine was spotted near Godley Heads before he and the balloon fell into the sea
His body was never recovered.
He is considered New Zealand’s first aviation fatality. He was only 25 years old.
<![CDATA[The leopard that terrified Auckland - Grave Story 101]]>Wed, 01 Dec 2021 00:00:00 GMThttp://genealogyinvestigations.co.nz/blog/the-leopard-that-terrified-auckland-grave-story-101
Auckland residents were on high alert in September 1925 after the terrifying news that a female leopard had escaped from the new zoo.
The zoo, at Western Springs, had only been open three years and its first director - and the man behind the animals - was Louis Thomas Griffin.
Griffin was born in England in 1871, in Royal Tunbridge Wells. He was an ichthyologist (the study of fish), curator and Egyptologist among other things.
He came to New Zealand in 1910.
It was also Griffin who in 1923 went to Africa to get animals for the zoo.
In his time as curator/director at the zoo he consulted about animals all over New Zealand and was brought odd animals to identify, including what was termed a sea serpent - that turned out to be a Great Oarfish.
The female leopard had come from India and had only been at the zoo for three days when keepers noticed her enclosure was empty on September 16. The theory was she had slipped through her bars and out into Auckland without anyone noticing.
For 27 days people kept their doors and windows shut, did not walk alone, and were regaled with tales of sightings around St Luke’s.
Several people saw it but could not get near it.
Worried, and alert to recent reports in newspapers of the day of man-eating leopards from the wilds of Africa, the council offered a £20 reward.
It was on October 11 that it all came to an end when four young men out fishing found her, floating and drowned off Karaka Bay beach in Glendowie.
It was Griffin who said he thought she may have been stuck in the mud behind a tannery and caught by the rising tide.
An investigation into the escape by Internal Affairs showed the bars were mostly 11.4cm apart but in one small area they were 12.7cm.
Along with that an inquest was held for the big cat with the finding that it drowned.
Exactly how it escaped is still a mystery.
It was by no means the only escape from the zoo in the first years. Along with the leopard, a Tasmanian Devil was lost, an agouti and a young sea lion - not nearly as scary.
Griffin, who was also the assistant director of the Auckland War memorial museum director died in 1935 and is buried in Purewa Cemetery.
Pic by Geran De Klerk.