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.
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.
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.
The 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
One 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.
Wallace Tricketts BLOGG SPOT 12 Lancashire Folk drop down menu
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.
Well 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.
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.
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.
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 .
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.
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.
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 .
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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!!!
This weeks blog is a little
different being Easter.
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 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.
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.
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!!!
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.
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