The Meditation Of A Cockroach I am no less than a cockroach bold, creeping and crawling from deck to hold, hunting each cabin and hammock and bed, under the pillow where rests your head, under the tablecloth, up the chair, I run up your sleeves and I crawl through your hair; neither man or child …
On the last Sunday of October 1853, in a small carpentry shop in Cashel Street, owned by James Johnston, a small group of Scottish Presbyterian settlers gathered together. Among them were John and Jane Deans. Not only was this an historic day for the Anglican based Canterbury but it was a day of reflection and …
To me, the taming and breaking of the plains were done by those gentle giants, the Clydesdales. They helped to take the European farmer further into the wild back country than ever before, pulling along behind them the heavy load of supplies that man needed to survive and make a start in life. They …
“…nothing said about the Pilgrim Mothers? Yet they bore the same discomforts, hardships and privation and in addition had to put up with the Pilgrim Fathers”. Mary Rolleston (nee Brittan) * Wife of William Rolleston – Provincial Secretary 1863 – Canterbury’s fourth and last Superintendent 1868 -1877 – Member of Parliament 1868 – 1899 – Minister …
“The earth always seemed large – one could see so far in the clear air – though the tiny settlement [Christchurch] and its minute affairs were so small. Far away across the ocean was another world, the great world of affairs, where there were nations, Parliaments, wars, big cities, and terrible crimes. The monthly mail …
