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Wallace Tricketts BLOGG SPOT--13 Print E-mail
Monday, 02 June 2008
 
BLOGG SPOT 13  June 2nd 2008
 
gallery_047-1   I thought instead of more coach stories we would post some scenes from an interesting museum we visited a few days ago . Tokomaru Steam Museum is situated between Palmerston North and Shannon on Highway 57, a very beautiful drive north from Otaki taking about 40 minutes.
 
The collection has been put together by Mr and Mrs Colin Stevenson , Colin a retired -but still very active engineer has slowly built up an amazing assembly of working steam apparatus which is put into action several times a year.
 
 gallery_048_-2--1 The high cost of diesel means steam days are limited and on the day we managed to visit they were busy preparing for the next one. Each boiler that feds the plant consumes 150 litres of diesel per hour and it takes four hours until steam pressure and temp at up to operating the rest of the machines. Most are British with a few American built . Its really fascinating to see old names proudly displayed and I was really absorbed with not only the quality of how each had been lovingly restored but the way the whole area had been set up from basically a farm barn. The collection included;
A 70 tonne Filer and Stowell 1916 steam engine originally from Milwaukee in USA
1929 Marshall Tandem Roller -the only one of its type in the Southern Hemisphere
New Zealand's Oldest steam engine  a 1869 Appleby engine from  Patent Slip . in Wellington.
Daniel Adamson 27 horsepower boiler -which powers the rest of the plant when in steam.
 
 gallery_054-1 Outside Railway steam engines and cranes with a working track and original station of Tokomaru when a line connected the township to the main trunk line.
 
There is also a range of engines that were leased to Film Director Peter Jackson for the making of King Kong.
 
 
 
 
 gallery_084-1The photos posted show the main Highway and entrance at Tokomaru,  and several scenes of the plant including a 1905 Peter Pilkington-Accrington  built Steam Hammer used at the Gear Meat Works at Petone near Wellington.
 
Tokomaru is a quiet township, the Museum is the only 'working' place in town , and is set in lovely countryside with the Tararua Mountain range to the east as a backdrop. For anyone interested in old engines its worth a visit and you can read more about it by going to www.tokomarusteam.com 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 gallery_087-1One point we were a little surprised at , although the museum is advertised on television and has the website , they do not at present have eftpos facilities , so the corner store 40 metres up the road seems to act as a kind of bank for anyone wanting cash -like we had to, for admission. 
 
Its another busy month ahead and next week I will take you to another museum that employed me to produce an 86 foot long mural , the longest of its kind in New Zealand.
 
Until then, a safe and happy week to you all.
 
kind regards,
 
Wallace

 
Wallace Tricketts BLOGG SPOT 12 Lancashire Folk drop down menu Print E-mail
Monday, 26 May 2008
 
BLOGG SPOT 12 .  May 27th 2008
 
We have had a few difficulties over the past days with firstly the computer modem , now today its power cuts, likely an accident somewhere as much of the lines are still overhead here, in keeping with Broadband which is on the same speed as that in Mexico -I kid you not.
 
 scan0013Well this is the second attempt to get this written . I have attached a cutting from the paper Kapiti Observer , which I have a feature in each week showing an artists impression -no not mine, of the new look Wellington Airport. Those members and guests who visited the forum and read about the Pumpkin Festival thread may have seen the post I placed on it about the revamped airport. The gentleman mentioned here was a former Mayor and talented artist, but I leave you to decide on your impression on the new look, I have already added mine on the forum. Its costing $39million and I  can only say that the general feeling of most is embarrassment and a complete waste making the city airport look like a joke.  The construction is copper, and as we all know copper fades , so I guess 38.5 million will be going into Brasso to keep it looking nice!!!!  yeah right.
 
 gallery_039_-2-The attached image of the train is a Class 40 Type4 English Electric emerging from Lindal Tunnel -west side heading for Barrow in the early 1960's. The Locomotive would bring in the ex London service which left Euston early afternoon arriving Barrow around 7.05 pm . The engine would be then placed on the overnight sleeper departing Barrow for Euston at 9pm approximately.  The train would be hauled by Electric traction at this time from London to Crewe before changed to diesel traction . Sometimes a Britannia class steam loco would haul the service instead.
This example is D212 one of 200 in the fleet , most being built at Vulcan Foundry in the late 1950's  . D212 is today one of few preserved of this class and here sports the small yellow warning panels and overhead wires plates which I think looked the best on them before the all over blue with large yellow ends were applied.  They ran in most corners of the UK  and majority withdrawn by 1986. Its available soon as a print from LRU shop.
 
Well what a week. Been so busy with projects, I went to renew my driving licence last week and had my photo taken smiling not realising I had my shirt on inside out, went to the supermarket for milk with paint all over my face and made a young child giggle thinking the circus was in town, and lost the phone whilst doing the bi- monthly clean up in the studio.
 
Other than that have enjoyed listening to Carole King this week with her 1970's albums , Tapestry and Fantasy. Next week more about the antics on the coaches , meantime take care and hope you all have a safe and happy week.
 
kind regards,
Wallace.
 
Wallace Tricketts BLOGG SPOT 11 Print E-mail
Monday, 12 May 2008
 APOLOGIES TO WALLACE FOR THE DELAY IN POSTING THIS BLOGG
Blog 11  May 3rd 2008
 
Further to last weeks story about what I mentioned on the Returned Services Association in New Zealand another story emerged in our local paper on Thursday last about a Kapiti resident who had written a song that was accepted by the RSA to be sung on Anzac Day at the Gallipoli service with hundreds attending from all around the world . "Hymn for Anzac Day " written by local resident Shirley Murray and took it as a great honour as one would with it performed at The Battle of  Chunak Bair commemoration service..
That was until she discovered the third verse had been axed. The third verse referred to the suffering meted out to conscientious objectors who refused to be conscripted by the then New Zealand Government. Amongst these included a medical orderly from Otaki called Ormond Burton. At 21 he volunteered to serve in World War 1 refusing home leave and wounded three times . He was decorated by both the British and French then promoted to lieutenant.  However just like in that famous film Paths of Glory, he returned and became an outspoken proponent of non violence and pacifism knowing war destroys.
When Burton stood up to speak he would set off  a wave of anti war sentiments making many ministers including the Prime Minister of the day Peter Fraser most fearful of him. Hence when World War 2  started and he refused to sign up, he was targeted not by the enemy but his own government dishing out excessive punishment and deprivation, but was not alone .
 
Its sadly another chapter the RSA wishes would just go away and whilst I mentioned I have respect for those who bear arms for freedom this was another type of hero who refused to take lives and nor claim glory for it. I realise some may still see it as an act of cowardice and where would the world gone if nobody had stood up to the Third Reich of Emperor of Japan , but sadly even 60 years on some can not accept there was just as much cruelty from a Government that stood for piece and freedom as what men and women suffered on the front line.
 
scan00015  Anyway, enough of the heavy stuff, moving on I have two paintings on this blog and one is with our friend Phil(psb) in mind. It shows a montage of some of the series painted for B.P. OIL in 2001-2 placed around the last in a series of 22 paintings showing an old commer ts3 operated by Europa fuels which eventually became part of Caltex.  The scenes represents  a bunkering drop in the 1960's here.  The small images in-sert which may be too small to see on the image are of modern fleets all over New Zealand .
 
 gallery_745-1  The second painting shows a modern scene at Paraparumu 20 kilometres south of us , a coach belonging to Newman's coachlines is on its way to Napier having left Wellington an hour previous.  This scene appears in abook called 'Travelling with Newman's ' which covers the companies history , as they are New Zealand's most famous coach operator.
 
Winter approaches here. We had the full works here last night, thunder, lightning followed by heavy hail making the outside deck completely white.
 
Trusting those in the Northern Hemisphere are starting to see some enjoyable Spring weather . Until next week , take care.
regards,
 
Wallace.
 
Wallace Tricketts BLOGG SPOT 10 plus ARTWORK NEWS Print E-mail
Saturday, 26 April 2008

BLOGG SPOT  ISSUE 10 April 26th 2008.       April 25th this week marks Anzac Day in New Zealand and Australia when we remember those who gave their lives in world encounters so we can enjoy the freedom we fortunately still enjoy today.  Its a static holiday with many attending the dawn parades and services both old and young.

For several decades those who served in Vietnam have never received the recognition they should have nor compensation for exposure to agent orange , but finally it seems to be happening-at least for those still with us. The same was evident here with the RSA (Returned Services Association) when I first went to join several decades ago saying the Merchant Navy was not recognised by them .

I was upset, as it was the Merchant Navy that held it all together, both food and weapons supplies for the front and allied countries. Many souls both crew and passengers lost at the mercy of the U boats and wolf packs. Am sure most of us at LRU have some link with family to those who fought for the UK , and the brilliant seamanship of many skippers and crew who got their ships to safety after suffering terrible damage .

So I never joined the RSA on principle, and yet now as numbers dwindle from the serving ranks it seems anyone can join so the clubs can maintain their fiscal stability. Last year I was approached by one local RSA to consider a painting of the HMNZS Achilles , well known for its involvement at the Battle of the River Plate, and its link to Lancashire being Barrow built. It was also one of the earliest ships my father recalls when he started at VickersArmstrongs as an apprentice. So I was most excited. After supplying the costs to them and mentioning the link with home, I eventually got a reply to the effect that some members thought I may like to' donate' the work  perhaps thinking I don't need to eat , drink or pay bills for four months and then when I replied and mentioned commissioned work means just that they eventually responded saying it has been abandoned as it would not suit the new wallpaper in the club-which is bright flowers,  and I mean bright.  

So regardless of this with a another commission in hand for Barrow built HMS Ajax , which was also at the Battle of the River plate, received from overseas, I will still be painting the Achilles but it won't be going to the RSA . I should add there's an ironic twist to this story, the club which did intend me to paint the ship have named their restaurant .................yes you guessed   "ACHILLES."!!!!

 

  ARTWORK NEWS Those members and guests who have read the notices by John regarding the artwork will have the opportunity -as members of LRU only , to buy copies of my paintings through the LRU SHOP. Work that is directly linked to Lancashire will be available. Most scenes will be transport but possibly a few landscapes also in time. Eventually the idea is to build up a comprehensive library of work which will be exclusive to Johns site on Lancashire places both prior and after the boundary changes. 

As most of the first paintings will be either ones all ready produced or currently in production they will be spec work so can only be produced in between commissions which is my livelihood. However you are invited to commission a painting if you so wish and if linked to Lancashire I would be asking if you would allow it to be made into copies for others to have the opportunity to purchase via John.

I must also point out that I am not making any capital out of the copies , its all for LRU . The original paintings however are obtained through me and my email address is given in previous blogs. I will be most happy to give a free quote without obligation . Some of the work John will have for sale , I still have as originals.  Costs from myself are not high but realistic based on materials ,research and time, but I do it also for the pleasure it gives which you can not place a price on.

I will explain in  a later blog a bit more background on things, except to say over 1400 commissioned projects have been completed in the past 10 years including cartoons for newspapers, books and magazines , and over 300 paintings sold overseas. This should indicate I do take my work seriously even if much of it is poking fun at others.  

This week am attaching a few cartoons for you to enjoy which have appeared in various publications. New work to be released over the coming months  includes Fenwick's at Preston , Morecambe and Heyham on the prom, Ribble at Ulverston, Ribble at Blackburn, Lancashire United , Rochdale Corporation, Oldham , Blackpool , Holland's Pies, T.Brady and Sons , Barrow Corporation , Accrington  and more.   I wish you all a very happy and safe week,   until next time.

  regards, Wallace

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Wallace Tricketts BLOGG SPOT number 9 Print E-mail
Monday, 21 April 2008
Thinking back to our childhood days most am sure have many happy memories . As a young boy at the village of Roose south east Barrow, I soon found a real fascination with those large Double Decker buses that took my family  shopping on Saturday , or to Walney beach or the Coast road overlooking Morecambe Bay, It was a social event, Mum and Dad often met friends travelling into and back from the town centre.
It was perhaps little wonder that two decades later during periods of leave from sea I would often spend time with the newly formed Furness Transport Group , a collection of dedicated enthusiasts who saw the potential in preserving some of the towns buses before they were gone forever. This only brought more interest to eventually obtain a licence and not only work but drive them. However after leaving the sea for reasons I will come to in a later blog, and moving to New Zealand I eventually found employment in the bus industry here on the engineering side, and at that time was like stepping back 20 years. In issue 8 I explained how I eventually took on a full time driving job.
 
New Zealand Road Services operated the countries largest fleet of coaches and buses in 1987. Deregulation had not hit the industry hard as most services were just that-a service, not marketed for tourism or backpackers . Much change was to come, but back then it was as secure a job one could get. Here are some of those happy days.
 
Lower Hutt near Wellington, had a transport centre on smaller scale to that of Preston where all services converged. One day the supervisor rushed into our canteen as I was enjoying my break and asked me to go and cover a service that had failed to show. It was to a place called NaeNae, I knew the place but it had two separate routes to get there and I only knew one, and you guessed it was the other to be covered. I loaded up -almost a full bus of shoppers and off we go, already 10 mins late and trying to be confident with a brave face. About 5 minutes into the service I noticed bus stops were not appearing and looking in the rear vision mirror could see some passengers looking a little bemused , carry on for another few minutes-still no bus stops and another look revealed a lot of smiling or amused patrons. Nobody said a word until I made the next corner and drove into a cul de sac at the back of Hutt Hospital. With that I calmly stopped, placed the handbrake on and got out of my seat facing about 40 passengers and said "RIGHT, WHO'S GOT THE MAP?"  The whole bus erupted in laughter -they all knew I was green on this run and one kind lady came forward to act as courier. Lesson? never volunteer if not certain. The delayed service bus was caused by the driver falling asleep at Petone the next town south of Lower Hutt.
 
A few years later driving Inter City services across the Rimutaka's. As I was descending towards Featherston the gear box blew leaving me with a rather noisy coach stuck in 2nd gear. We crawled slowly to the town, some two miles from the bottom of the hill and headed for the railway station. Here I put my passengers onto the next train and awaited a tow to Masterton thirty miles north.It was 2pm.   
 
At 5.30pm help arrived , in the form of a Bedford J flatdeck truck driven by the supervisor Ray. As the coach motor could be run and had managed to disengage the transmission whilst I waited I had air to feed the brakes so could be towed safely in neutral.  A rope was attached so I would be braking for both vehicles, this is quite safe for anyone who has never driven large vehicles if no torsion bar is fitted providing speed is kept down.  Off we go and about thirty minutes later and getting dark we reached the outskirts of Masterton. Now a few months earlier the Waingawa River had flooded and caused the main bridge across it to the town to drop , so the Army had come in and built a 'Bailey Bridge' -a temporary steel structure to allow all traffic to cross on a one way system controlled by traffic lights.  As we approached the bridge the lights were on red , so I was braking then they turned green and Ray driving the truck put his foot down whilst I was still braking , this caused the rope to snap.
 
Ray carried on over the bridge unaware we had parted company, I had no choice but to aim for the narrow bridge and hope the momentum would keep me going across it and then pull in. It was Friday night and traditionally at that time Friday nights were late night shopping here. Traffic was very heavy coming out of Masterton and also a queue behind me. Well I ran out of steam half way across. This blocked both lines of traffic and the bridge so narrow I could not even get out of the door!!  All I could see was Ray disappearing into the distance.    About five minutes later with long queues either side, drivers blowing car horns, waving fists and  fingers at me, the tail lights  of Rays truck were seen reversing back to me. It was only then that other drivers realised what had occurred and I was not taking a tea break or ran out of logbook hours. . The rope firmly attached we headed for the workshops and home for tea. 
Another story similar to this follows soon where upon I was able to bring Wellington City traffic to a complete standstill .
 
 wallace_and_dad  Instead of paintings, this week I have placed  a favourite photo of my father ,Walter Trickett on his visit to New Zealand in 1988 with me at Masterton Road Service Depot. It was a special time and the photo means alot to me.
 
I wish you all a very good week , until next time, take care.
 
regards Wallace
 
Wallace Tricketts BLOGG SPOT #8 Print E-mail
Saturday, 05 April 2008
Issue 8   April 6th 2008
 
 
Time flies, here we are into the second quarter of 2008 , and where has the start of the year gone?. Bit late to wish anyone I missed a Happy New Year and now Easter is behind us the Christmas decorations will be in the shops soon!!
We turn our clocks back on April 6th ready for winter . Our home has a large bank at the back to the North full of native trees, in summer it is beautiful , but winter sees the light cut off as the sun dips and temperatures drop so its out with the woollies from about early May . There are however advantages, facing south we have Otaki Racecourse , set in beautiful surroundings and accessing our bank on good days gives clear views of the racing in progress at the monthly horse racing meets-all free.
 
Thank you to all members who have left comments on the previous 7 blogs. Glad you are enjoying them and as per same to LRU guests.
 
Following on from last weeks campaign of chaos on British Rail we move forward this week to 1988. During the 1980's I was employed at various companies in engineering and maintenance. In 1987 I applied for work at the New Zealand Railway workshops at Woburn near Wellington as a fitter/turner. The country was not in a good position and the pending Wall Street crash was not far away. A vacancy was offered and duly showed up for the interview, at the time my young family were based at Carterton a small town 90 kilometres north east of Wellington , separated by the Rimutaka Hill , or more a mountain range 1820 feet high. Unbeknown to me at the time, this 'hill' would get to know me or vice versa more than I could have imagined. There are several good links on Google, just write in search "Rimutaka's".
 
 The job however fell through, my suitability was fine but the company had made an error and no new fitters would be hired, instead -since I was on the spot and needed work I was offered a job as bus driver with Road Services, a division of the NZR.  I already had my licence having worked on vehicles in Wellington and Masterton . I accepted, and soon became apparent with the long shift work and driver shortage at that time I would earn a good wage, however the price was having to live away from home in Wellington and only see my wife and five daughters , at weekends. Having to pay for 'digs' was really not a great idea and often would have to work weekends to cover when local train services were out. Driving home each day after long shifts was not a good idea as the Rimutakas often were snow bound  in winter and public transport did not work in with my shift hours.
Hence we eventually decided we would need to all move to Wellington and were about to do this when events took on an unexpected  change .
Road Services ran nationwide services as well as Suburban runs as I had been employed on. When one of their long distance drivers fell seriously ill and unable to work anymore a replacement was needed quickly and I was fortunately at the right place at the right time. The job meant a transfer to Masterton Road Services depot just 16 miles north of Carterton and with it came the relief we did not have to sell our home and I would be with my family everynight.
For the next three years I was to find myself driving over the Rimutakas each day or evening , sometimes up to four journeys covering 500 kms in a ten hour period carrying passengers, freight and mail. Each day was different and challenging with the various weather patterns in the Rimutakas .
Passengers were often uneasy about going over the ranges with huge drops on the North face but always gave compliments to my driving ability and skill in a safe and comfortable journey.
 
Next weeks blog I will recall some of the humourous incidents that occurred during the my time driving the Road Services Inter City runs.
 
 
wallace_8.1  This weeks paintings show firstly one of the maritime paintings from the large series of Vestey Group Shipping, that been Blue Star, Lamport and Holt and Booth Line.    This vessel is the Cyril of Booth Line  shown on the Mersey in the early 1960's , oil on canvas 12x24" and currently for sale , with prints available from LRU shop soon.  If you missed the kind intro John gave me when I joined you can see more of these ships on www.bluestarline.org 
 
wallace_8.2  The second painting shows a Ka class Steam engine of New Zealand Railways Ka 945 now preserved at Otaki Station with a special charter train heading north to Wanganui. The work was commissioned by the new restaurant in the town called 'Traffic' shown to the right of the painting.  A classic case of old meets new. Oil on canvas panel 15x30"
 
Its been a busy week with no less than 7 paintings leaving my studio for locations all around the country and world, but whilst busy packing these works I was enjoying listening to one of my favourite groups The Alan Parsons Project.
Amazing instrumentals, and powerful vocals and lyrics have never really dated his albums and of such good quality.
For me , his deep and sensitive music is something I never tire of.
 
Have a great week everyone , until next time .
kind regards,
 
Wallace.

 
The Wallace trickett Blogg spot #7 Print E-mail
Monday, 31 March 2008
Issue 7    
 
 
Lets face it , most of us at sometime in our lives have made that fatal error of getting on the wrong train, bus or even tram. This week I am going to take you on a journey , one the BBC thankfully never featured in its Great Train journey series , but for the benefit of LRU members and guests can enjoy and be amused at my adversity.
 wallace_7 Firstly however I open with one of my recent paintings . In issue 5, I mentioned a trip to  New Plymouth transport company , well here is one of those lorries or trucks as they call them here with a Russian built helicopter on its trailer.The helicopters were used for hauling logs in and out of the forests but are now heading for South Africa. The scene shows one of the squadron heading out of New Plymouth. Hooker Pacific are one of New Zealand's largest operators with over 800 units. 
 
  wall_7-logo  The other painting to feature this week is more familiar to many of us, an old Liverpool tram or Green Goddess as they nicknamed near the Pier Head. This scene will be available from the LRU shop as a print soon. The original painting was a present to my father in law who was born and bred in the city and travelled on the trams and overhead railway in his youth.
 
Back to the train journey.  As I said in issue 1 I left for a career at sea in my early 20's. During the next five years I would spend much of it away but there was always the return home to enjoy. One occasion is as follows.
 
November 2nd 1977. We arrived off Barry in South Wales and went to anchor, then on the midnight high tide the ship(mv Townsville Star) was brought in . I was 4th engineer and now officially knocked off after a seven month trip around the world. We all had a few bevies(drinks) before turning in around 5am (going to sleep) leaving just the night aboard junior engineer to maintain a plant watch. At 9am our relief's arrived and after showing them around most of us ordered taxis to the station. So far so good. However a few of us decided another can or so would be a good idea whilst we waited. Taxis arrived about lunchtime and off we went . From Barry to Cardiff. Change at Cardiff for Birmingham New Street. Arrive Birmingham around 5pm  to connect with north bound Lancaster train. Most of us had all split by now, some going to Yorkshire others south . I asked the porter which was the north bound train , he duly carried my heavy suitcases to a platform , was tipped and a few moments later a express arrived hauled by a class 87 electric. I knew they worked the North west line so was right but I never heard the tannoy announcement as it came in.
 
Found a seat , placed my gear away and sat back .
 
Off we go, time for a snooze now. A long night before mixed with plenty of liquid refreshment was catching up. I awoke at Preston a few hours later, all seemed good and plenty of time before the Barrow train would leave Lancaster. About 20 minutes later into the journey I stood up in a packed carriage and  got my suitcases ready at the door , however we did not slow down and instead rushed right through Lancaster on the down fast , next stop Carlisle!!   Now ladies and gentlemen, if you ever feel the whole world is watching you when you rather it wasn't , that's the feeling walking back to your seat -the only empty one in the whole carriage at 100m.p.h.and everyone, yes everyone knows you goofed up!!
 
It was only to get worse. Remember 1977, no cell phones or bank cards like today.  Apart from having to explain to the ticket collector around Shap why I had a Barry to Barrow ticket and was now heading towards the Scottish border but he saw the funny side to it.  Arrival at Carlisle, I saw a train in the sidings that went South, without any hesitation I jumped on it and off we went, but any ideas it would end up in Barrow were soon dashed as I was told Whitehaven was as far as it went. Once again another ticket collector thought I was trying to notch up a Guinness record on how many stations one can achieve visiting in a 24 hour period. At Whitehaven I decided to ring my parents at Barrow and tell them where I was. You can surmise my fathers reaction and possibly thought I was loosing it and best go back to sea.
The phone box was on the station platform and I had taken my wallet out for the home number. I then decided sooner than try and find a room for the night gone 11pm by now, I would get a taxi. Seven months away and I had saved a fair amount so a cab ride was not crippling . The station was now locked up , the cab arrives and I then realised I had left my wallet in the phone booth, now inaccessible as the station was locked.  A cold sweat really broke out, but then I realised I had my cheque book in one of my suitcases. We left Whitehaven and duly struck up a conversation with the driver and the first thing was to ask if he would except a cheque, so finally around 1am on November 4th I arrived outside the frontdoor of my parents home in West View Road .Then came the opening of all the suitcases to find the cheque book.
If nobody in the street was expecting me home they certainly knew I had  by 1.10am.
Whilst I had a key to enter the house the chain was on and my  father who had work the same day greeted me at the door happy to see me but rather puzzled and tired as to my timing.  He went back to bed and I had another beer to get over it .
 
Lesson - check train you are about to board and listen for announcements.Try and stay sober. At Birmingham I did not hear the announcer mention trains were running late and Barrow /Cumbria passengers to alight at Preston for connection north on the service coming in. The following day I walked to the Barrow Railway station and told them about my wallet. It was handed in that morning and came down on the next service .  
 
 
Finally this week ,a humorous story from our local paper. A 51 year old man driving an American V8 muscle car decides to offer a challenge to the high performance car which drew alongside him at the traffic lights in Waikanae 10 miles south of Otaki. The only problem was the car he challenged was a police car.  He was stopped and booked but don't know who won initial drag!!!
 
Until next week , take care and kind regards.
 
Wallace
 
Wallace Tricketts BLOGG SPOT-Easter Special Print E-mail
Sunday, 23 March 2008
This weeks blog is a little different being Easter.
 
 scan0016 One evening in the winter of 1971 I was sitting at the dining room table doing some homework for my apprenticeship ITB block release papers, the radio was on when a broadcast started with  a very rich voice reciting poetry. It gradually drew my attention away from what I had been focused doing and slowly seemed to move my mind into another world.
 
It was John Ebdon, Director of the London Planetarium and he was reciting Shelley , Keats and other poets as he spoke about his work and that of the Planetarium. In 1971 much of the world was focused on the excitement of the Moon landings and where man may head next. The oil crisis and slump in world trade of 1973 was yet to hit and Vietnam was a world away to most. In my mid teens I had become conscience of many things, the possibility of nuclear war, pollution -a new name on the block then, and what to do with my life. With all the things we face at that time and too immature and shy for girlfriends I remained happy in solitude getting up early for rides into the Furness countryside on my bike, enjoying all the sounds and smells to go with it.  So the radio broadcast was inspiring, that life 's great mysteries can create such wonderful thoughts , non clinical , non threatening just beautiful voyages for the human mind by great writers. I began reading more about the heavens, and journeyed into science fiction. It was with sadness to hear the passing of Sir Arthur C.Clarke this week whose talent and skills in both his many books and novels have changed our view of the "us and them" post forties view of mans place in the universe for ever.
Here is one of those poems I recall from John Ebdons programme, and I have added one of my early paintings of the Moon and coastline, both still places anywhere on Earth that create mystery. When read on the radio Mahler's 5th symphony was playing gracing an even deeper feel to these words.
 
NOLLINGTON DOWNS   by JOHN MASEFIELD.
 
I could not sleep for thinking of the stars.
The unending sky with all its millions suns which in turn their planets everlastingly in nothing.
Where the fire head comet runs.
If I could sail that nothing, I should cross-silence, an emptiness of dark stars passing, and then,
in the darkness see a point of gloss burn into a glow and glare and keep a massing the rage into a sun with wandering planets and drop behind:
And as I proceed to see his last light on his last moons granites die to a dark that would be night indeed,
Night where my soul might sail a million years in nothing, not even death -not even tears.
 
How did the nothing come?
How did these fires, these million leagues of fire first toss their hair, licking the moons from heaven and their eyes flinging them forth to wonder there.
What was the mind, was it a mind that thought?-or chance , or law, or conscience law, or power , or a vast ballot by vast clashes wrought, or time or trial  with matter for an hour?
Or is it all a body where the cells are living things supporting something strange whose mighty heart the swinging planets swells as it shoulders nothing in unending change.
Is this green Earth, of many peoples pain, part of a life, cell within a brain.
 
It may be so, but let the unknown be,
We on Earth are servants of the Sun.
Out of the Sun comes all the quick in thee,
His golden touch is life to everyone.
His power it is that makes us spin through space,
His youth is April-and his manhood bred.
Beauty is but a looking on his face ,
He clears the mind, he makes the roses red, What he may be who knows-but we are his.
We roll through nothing round him year by year, with withering leaves upon a tree which is-
each with his greed, his little power, his sphere,
What we may be who knows, But everyone is dust upon dust,
A servant of the Sun.
 
 
 
makes you think doesn't it.   
 
A very Happy and Peaceful Easter to you all.
 
until next time,
regards Wallace.
 
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Sunday, 16 March 2008

   scan0012A few years ago I received some information about our family history from my father Walter Trickett who wrote on the following. Attached is a photo of his father's shop in Dalton Road , Barrow in Furness .

William Trickett was a pork butcher and ran two shops, the other in Tudor Square at Dalton in Furness . I understand the Dalton shop eventually became the Post Office there. The Barrow one was at 142 Dalton Road ,(now near Portland Walk) next door was Babyland , with Alexandre's Clothing Shop the other side. The Travellers Rest Hotel stood opposite. This photo was taken on the occasion of the Jubilee of King George and Queen Mary or/and Coronation of George 6th to Duchess of York in the mid thirties, so my father writes.

It would appear my grandfather was well known in the town and in golfing circles having won many trophies which I recall being displayed at my Gran' and Auntie's home at Hibbert Road, Barrow. William was helped in the shop his wife Hilda, sister in law Bet and daughter Kathleen. I am grateful to my father for the information and given the colours he remembers intend to produce a painting of William Tricketts shop.  

For the members of the forum it also seems the pies made at the shop were a firm favourite amongst Barrovians, one member of Southlake's commenting last year he could still recall their great taste , which was a very kind tribute to William. To promote his business he employed a cartoonist to come up with some humour, and I remember one showing a large pig in top hat and tails with the motto" First came the Stone Age. then the Ice Age, .....now try our Sause Age"   As a young lad trains and buses were at the top of the list for hobbies.

I had a friend called David and we would both rush out after tea on our bikes and stand down near what is called Listers corner near Roose station, next to the textile company and spot the Furness trains each evening. (We would always get chased away by the Roose station master even if we were just sitting on the seat on the platform, he was not very friendly to say the least). At around 6.10 a goods would pass through heading south, usually hauled by steam loco number 42119, then often another goods coming north sometimes with a Britannia class-as shown in issue 2 but more often a black five class

.The highlight was at 6.55 the London -Barrow appeared around the corner usually hauled by Type 4 English Electric -later class 40. They appeared huge diesels to me and always looked impressive, clean and often with the name on the side of an ocean liner. The Co Bo Metropolitan Vickers diesels-Class 28 were around then on most short hauled passenger work and never received the same enthusiasm as other types of diesels.

 gallery_1127     The painting shows one of the 20 members of this short lived class arriving at Roose with the morning Preston working , whilst a steam hauled goods passes opposite by Roose bridge. This work is 12x24" painted in 2004 and prints will be available through LRU soon , and the original work is also offered for sale . 

Details can be sought by contacting me by email given in issue 1.   We watched on television a biography of musician Eric Clapton, and whilst enjoyable the programme makers seemed to have omitted one of his finest pieces he wrote for the TV series 'Edge of Darkness' in 1986 ,(Bob Peck , Joanne Whalley), I have the soundtrack and is very moving and atmospheric and considered a turning point in British drama. 

  I started this weeks blog with family, many of whom are unfortunately no longer with us but I conclude with good news we received last weekend , we became grandparents again, this time  a granddaughter born in Brisbane to our youngest daughter and her hubby. All doing well , so with that I wish you all a happy and safe week until next time.  Take care , regards Wallace.  

 
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Friday, 07 March 2008

The Otaki Blog     Issue 4

  gallery_1020   Last week my family and I travelled to New Plymouth 280 kms north west of Otaki .  The roads here outside large cities are rather like the 'A' roads I remember in the 60's and 70's , but there are adequate passing lanes , even so this journey took us just over four hours with two refreshment stops along the way . One reason for going to New Plymouth was to visit a large transport company who have contracted me for artwork for several years, and was interesting to meet the management and staff and see where the various paintings have ended up.

I will write about this in more detail in weeks to come with samples of the work. At New Plymouth is Pukakura Park , and each year it is beautifully lit up with lights in  trees, waterfall effects and the buildings around the park. Not to be missed . It took me back to the visits at Happy Mount Park in Morecambe, the only thing missing last week was those lovely little miniature trains that I recall went around the gardens. The city also has a marvellous Museum with plenty of inter active things happening for the younger generation.

My favourite part was seven beautiful portraits of Maori ladies (elders) but artist not apparently known , hanging in the Maori cultural hall. They could almost speak to you . Another feature was a full scale version of a 10metre White pointer shark -as per same as Jaws, it would appear these very large fish roamed the seas off New Zealand many centuries ago, today the average size of them here is less than half the model represents, but still not what you want to meet .

  Police in the city of Hastings on the east side of the North Island have got tired of continued theft of road signs. A senior constable called for an amnesty -"bring them back , no questions asked approach" This they did, not just a few but two whole truck loads with an average value of 130 pounds ($NZ300) per sign were returned including a speed camera , railway crossing lights, and crème de la crème one grandmother hauled her 9 year old grandson in with a STOP sign!!!.  As funny as it may appear the police mentioned such theft will lead to accidents and next time prosecution will follow, and as to why they are nicked, ......................perhaps its a 'SIGN '- of the times!!!

 train_018  I will be posting new work soon on Lancashire Bus fleets and trains (refer issue 3) but for this week a contrast . , a landscape in the 'peace at last" series.  A series of work showing both UK spots of beauty and NZ. This is Queen Charlotte Sound in the South Island , based on my own photo during a holiday there, the oil painting is on stretched canvas of 15x30"   The other scene shows a Manchester Metrolink number 2007 passing the Library , and is artists licence as I had no actual photos to go on other than that of the tram and a separate shot of the buildings taken at a very different angle. The buildings look as if they are leaning, this is the way the original shot was taken and is not so in the original painting. Oil on canvas panel 15x30 , a commission completed in 2005.   I trust you all have a happy and safe week.   Take  care . regards Wallace.
  I Hope that you are all taking the time to read these wonderful postings and enjoying the fine paintings of our talented member ---THANK YOU WALLACE for taking the time to do this------See more by going to LANCASHIRE FOLK and clickin on the drop down menu bar .

JOHN  

 
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