My grandparents lived in Kelburn which was an established
area of mainly large houses. Their house
was a late Victorian two-storeyed building.
Almost all the houses in Hastings were one storeyed so having stairs was
very exciting. It was a large house
which my grandparents had been forced to buy over something more modern,
because my grandmother’s father came to live with them. My great-grandmother had died just before my
mother’s parents moved to Wellington from Wanganui in 1929. My grandmother was the sole surviving
daughter so they had to have enough bedrooms to accommodate members of her
family when they came to stay. My
great-grandfather died in 1941 before I was born but he had had his own sitting
room, called ‘The United Party Room’ which at the time I am writing about was
used as a dining room and study. We used to sit there in the evenings. When we were little my grandfather used to sit us on his knee and pretend we were in a horse race. When I was older he taught me to play Chinese chequers.
Next to
it was an identical room that was only used for best. It was the Drawing Room and was famous for
the window panes blowing out if there was a bad southerly. I can remember occasions when we could not
go in there because the window panes were missing. My grandmother used this room for her tea
parties. It also contained the family
gramophone. This had to be wound up to
play a record. It was in a cabinet that
served as a china cabinet and had two drawers which were full of my
grandfather’s collection of photos from the First World War. When we were a little older we would frighten
ourselves by looking at photos of dead horses.
The records were 78 rpms. There
were Sousa marches and ‘Oh, For the Wings of a Dove’ sung by a famous boy
soprano. You spent a lot of time winding
up the gramophone as otherwise it went flat and stopped playing.
At the back of the house was a room called ‘The Meal Room’
where we ate most of our meals. The
piano was in there and also a bookcase containing my grandmother’s Victorian
novels. Next to the Meal Room was a
large kitchen. The identical house next
door had three narrow rooms including a scullery but my grandparents had
knocked them all in together. There was
a sink in one corner with an Ascot water heater over it. It made a nasty explosive noise when it was
switched on. Along the wall beside it were two clothes tubs for doing the
washing. They were covered with wooden
boards but on Mondays Craigie came to do the washing. This was a major exercise with a
wringer(mangle) put on the edge between the two tubs for wringing out the
sheets. I cannot really remember how the
water was heated but assumed there was also a copper. We certainly had a copper in Havelock North. On Mondays there was always macaroni cheese
for lunch. Criaige worked until early
afternoon and washed the hard floors as well as doing the washing. I think she also cleaned the bathroom. She was Irish and I think spoke with an Irish
accent.
Along the back wall of the kitchen there was a large gas
cooker and what I now know was a gas fridge.
We did not have gas in Hastings.
There was a table in the centre of the kitchen where we children would
sometimes have tea of boiled eggs. My
grandfather bought the eggs direct from a farmer who supplied his office each
Friday so they came in a brown paper bag and you had to be very careful not to
break any of the eggs. My grandmother’s old slate from school was used for
writing shopping lists. The kitchen
opened onto a narrow passage known as the conservatory (but it wasn’t). All the garden tools were kept there and it
was very untidy, not to mention smelly.
I expect it was damp.
Upstairs there were five bedrooms and one bathroom plus a
walk-in linen cupboard which smelt peculiar. The bathroom had a red tiled floor and a nasty
water stain below the taps on the bath.
When we moved to Wellington in 1953 the house was big enough to
accommodate all five of us. My
grandparents slept in the room above the United Party room while the one above
the drawing room was called the lumber room. It had been my great-grandfather’s bedroom and
was totally full of junk. I later learnt
that this was partly because my great-grandfather had died during the War and
there had been on-one to clean it out, but when we were a bit older and living
in Wellington we used to go into it sometimes.
It was a treasure trove of old things, ranging from my
great-grandfather’s masonic regalia to army uniform and a couple of guns and my
mother’s school reports. Soon after we moved
to Wellington I discovered her roller skates.
They were not adjustable but fitted me at the age of nine so I learnt to
use them for a few months until my feet grew too large for them. I used to go
round and round the bus turning area at the top of the cable car but of course
I was not destined to be a skater and I soon outgrew them.
North Terrace had two single bedrooms and a large room
called ‘the nursery’ which I think had been extended over the back part of the
house at some point. We children
generally slept there. I liked lying in
bed and seeing the last plane of the day coming along Tinakori hill on its way to land at
Rongotai (now Wellington) airport. The
features of this room that I remember, apart from it having room for two beds
and a cot, were the maidenhair fern on the chest of drawers, a toy train set
which my parents had bought for my grandfather after a court case involving
trains which he was involved in, and the Singer sewing machine that later
became my mother’s. I do not remember my
grandmother ever using it. Both my grandmothers
were knitters rather than dressmakers.
The house faced south which is the wrong way to face in the
southern hemisphere. It explains why the
window panes used to blow out because the storms were always southerlies. The house was detached but only by about three
feet. A path ran up the side with the
front door halfway along the side wall.
The house next door was identical. There was a small garden along the front of
the house with a couple of hydrangea bushes, a daphne odorata and some cat mint
plants. The garden at the back of the
house was the ‘main’ garden. It was not
very large but my grandfather was a keen gardener and grew flowers there. I do not remember any vegetable plants
although there were herbs. There was a
square lawn, in the middle of which my grandfather had sunk a tin can so that
he could practise his putting. As the
house was very close to the botanical gardens there were a lot of birds which
would visit and I can remember learning the names of them. They tended to be British birds such as
sparrow and thrushes rather than native birds.
In the botanical gardens there were plenty of native species.