“Maitland and the Waikaka Stream: How Green Was Our Valley” by Allan Simpson

Te Aunui/Mataura Falls. Photo by Mark Adams. https://trishclark.co.nz/exhibitions/mark-adams-and-chris-corson-scott-te-waipounamu-the-south-island-mahika-kai-industry
The Rosedale Dredge. Photograph in “The Waikaka Saga”, page 33, named the “Lilliesleaf” dredge in another account.
The Simpson family show Ron and Dulcie Paterson and family the washed out punt on a Sunday visit. (Allan is third from right.)
Part of map drawn by Allister Evans in “The Waikaka Saga” (1962), included at the end of the book. Red cross marks site of first gold discovery; blue cross marks Simpson house at the ‘Forks’, near the junction of the Little and Big Waikaka Streams. Note also the sod wall that ran from the Waikaka Stream to the Mataura River marking, with the two rivers, three boundaries of the Knapdale Run.
The Great Waikaka Water Race. One of several excellent drawings by Annette Herron in “The Waikaka Saga”, page 16.
Chinese mining for gold in a gully near Waikaka. Drawing by Annette Herron from “The Waikaka Saga”, page 17.
Drawing by Annette Herron, from “The Waikaka Saga”, page 224.
Allan Simpson, sitting, Russell Simpson, standing. Still frame from film shot by George Simpson.

TS2 – ABOUT ME (THE SHORT VERSION)

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Remembering Helen, 14 April 1960 – 17 September 2021

My sister Helen was born 62 years ago today. She was the youngest of the five children in our family, but the first of us to go. She was diagnosed with cancer late in 2020 and, after a mighty battle against it, she died on 17 September 2021, aged 61.

I drove down from Whanganui to Helen’s home in Gore when I heard her condition was worsening, arriving the night before her passing. Her funeral was held in Gore on 22 September. Despite being prepared for her death, I was deeply shocked by it – even today, months later, my mind refuses to accept that she no longer walks amongst us. “Great souls die and our reality, bound to them, takes leave of us.”

“When Great Trees Fall” by Maya Angelou

When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.

When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.

When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.

Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance, fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance of
dark, cold
caves.

And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.

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Helen was as fascinated and enthusiastic about stones as I am. When I made my regular trips to Southland to visit beaches to collect stones to tumble polish, I would base myself in Riverton, at the crib owned by Helen and Ray. Often Helen would accompany me on visits to the Back Beach or to Gemstone Beach, bucket in hand to fill with pretty stones. She was just like me, eyes down, always looking.

Helen was with me when I found my most treasured stone, a rare fossil coral stone, on Gemstone Beach in June 2020 – in fact, I was standing right next to her, talking with her and someone we met on the beach, when I spotted the stone (that day’s finds can be found in the Day Fifteen entry in “South Island Stone Collecting Trip, May/June 2020 – Days 11 to 15”). Helen would usually pass on to me any trace fossil stones she found on Gemstone Beach and, in return, I would tumble polish other stones she collected. She also made a visit to my fossicking beaches at Kakanui (North Otago) and Birdlings Flat (Canterbury). I ended up polishing quite a few stones for her – they filled a number of glass jars. At her funeral, a large bowl of these polished stones was at the entrance to the church. People were able to take one as a keepsake. At Helen’s burial, people could also take a stone to place on her coffin.

On the way into the church for her funeral, I glanced in the bowl of stones and noticed that sitting just on top was a stone that Helen found on Gemstone Beach in March 2020. This was an unusual red trace fossil stone, the best I have seen, one that Helen particularly liked so she decided to keep it. I tumble polished it for her (two photos of it the day it was found are towards the end of this Post). At the church, I took the opportunity to claim the stone as a special reminder of the times we spent fossicking together.

Helen has appeared a number of times in TumbleStone Blog. Posts that featured stone fossicking with Helen, and photos of stones I polished for her, include (in chronological order): “Jasper Stones and Petrified Wood, Shepherd’s Creek, Waikaka” (July 2017), “The Seven Stages in Tumble Polishing Stones: Stage One, Stone Collection, Riverton, 2-6 November 2017”, “South Island Stone Collecting Trip, Part Two – Riverton to Kaikoura” (March 2018, includes a hike up the Long Hilly Track with Helen and Ray), “Sam’s Stones” (July 2019, with Helen’s grandson, Sam), “Visiting the South Coast” (September 2019), “Helen’s Stones, Collected from Gemstone Beach, February-March 2020”, Days Seven and Eight in “South Island Stone Collecting Trip, May/June 2020 – Days Six to Ten”, “Fresh Batch of Polished Gemstone Beach Stones Collected by Helen” (July 2020), and “FB Group Posts: 8, 10 & 11 May 2021 – Helen’s Stones, Gemstone Beach Stones, and Riverton/Aparima Stones”.

At Helen’s funeral, her daughter Stephanie expressed well how all of those close to Helen felt about her: “Thank you for all you have sacrificed, given and taught us. I hope we can continue to make you proud. You will be missed every day.” Attending Helen’s funeral made me think about my own, about what I would want to be in it, and how I would want people to feel about it. I decided that I would like people to walk out of my funeral thinking about the rest of their own lives with hope and renewed enthusiasm, something along the lines of Lee Ann Womack’s song, “I Hope You Dance”. I suspect Helen might have wanted something similar.

Lyrics:

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder,
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger,
May you never take one single breath for granted,
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed.

I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,
Promise me that you’ll give faith a fighting chance,

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance,
I hope you dance… I hope you dance…

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance,
Never settle for the path of least resistance.
Living might mean taking chances, but they’re worth taking,
Loving might be a mistake, but it’s worth making.
Don’t let some hell-bent heart leave you bitter,
When you come close to selling out, reconsider.
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance,
I hope you dance… I hope you dance.

I hope you dance… I hope you dance.
(Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along)
(Tell me who wants to look back on their years)
(And wonder where those years have gone)

I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,
Promise me that you’ll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance,
Dance… I hope you dance.
I hope you dance… I hope you dance.
(Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along)
(Tell me who wants to look back on their years)
(And wonder where those years have gone.)

The Rough and the Smooth: Excerpt from My Retirement Function Speech, 5 December 2016

[After 30 years as a lecturer at the University of Waikato, Hamilton, New Zealand]

I recall standing at the front of a lecture theatre maybe 20 years ago, about to introduce Dr Russell Bishop from Education as a guest lecturer to my second-year class in social research methods. I had asked him to talk about Maori social research approaches. I had not met Russell face-to-face before and, chatting before the start of his lecture, we realised that we had both grown up in rural Southland, a world away from where we were standing. He said, “Imagine that – two country boys like us, ending up here, teaching at the University of Waikato.” And I’ve always had that sense of wonder, and even privilege, in being a University lecturer.

Earlier this year, in anticipation of retirement, I started up two new ventures. One was to take up the hobby of beach stone polishing. This involves spending time on beaches, looking for interesting stones, a not unpleasant pastime. Here are two stones that I found at Birdlings Flat, near Christchurch – they look rather rough and dull and plain. You put a bunch of these of varying sizes in a small rubber barrel, add water and grit and later polish powder, then roll them around for a few weeks. The outcome is like this – the dull surface is worn away, the stones become nicely rounded and smooth, and bright colours and patterns shine out. I’m sure there’s a metaphor there for the university, or for what we do with students…

When I started tumble polishing, it was difficult to find useful and practical information on the internet about it, so I started a blog called TumbleStone where I write about the process. I also write about the beaches where stones are found. 

It turns out that tumble polishing stones is not a bad retirement hobby for an academic who is still a geographer at heart. For example, six months ago my wife Petra was in the south of England, in Devon, and brought back some stones from a beach called Slapton Sands. Doing some research about Slapton Sands, I have discovered all sorts of interesting things about that beach – it’s a barrier pebble beach protecting the largest freshwater lake in south-western England; it’s a beach under threat each year from winter storms; and in early 1944, 30,000 acres around Slapton Sands was evacuated all of its 3,000 residents for 6 months so that the American army could undertake exercises prior to the Normandy landings. One Exercise, Exercise Tiger, led to the loss of about 750 soldiers and sailors, due to a German torpedo-boat raid and inadequacies in escorts and communication, and this tragedy was kept secret for many decades. In the 1970s a local guest house owner, who was in the habit of walking the beach looking for interesting things on it, heard about an object a mile offshore that snagged fishing nets, discovered it was a sunken US Sherman tank, eventually pieced together the story of Exercise Tiger, salvaged the tank, placed it as a memorial on Slapton Sands, and wrote a book called “The Forgotten Dead”… Lots of material for a geographer to research and write about…

[See here for the first Post in the Series on Slapton Sands.]

At the beginning…

In February of 2016, my wife Petra and I were on holiday in the South Island of New Zealand. We had driven our own car down, crossing Cook Strait on a ferry, making our way to Golden Bay then south to Westport, down the West Coast then over Haast Pass to Te Anau and Riverton, right at the bottom of the South Island. Then we headed back north, driving up the eastern coast of the South Island, through Christchurch and Kaikoura then to Picton where we caught the ferry back to the North Island and a six hour car-ride home.

Somewhere between the West Coast and Riverton, we decided we would find out more about polishing stones. We have both always been the type who have walked beaches with our heads down, looking for interesting shells, driftwood and stones. The shells and driftwood usually found a place in the house or in the garden, but the stones that we collected have always been a problem. They just don’t look the same when they’re not wet. They tend soon to be overlooked or lost. 

I have an aunt who many years ago used to polish stones from Riverton – my grandparents had a holiday home (“crib”, in local terms) there, at Hendersons Bay, and my family usually spent a couple of weeks there every summer. 

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Hendersons Bay, Riverton, where my family used to holiday when I was growing up.

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Hendersons Bay is towards the southern end of the Rocks Highway at Riverton. Source: https://www.topomap.co.nz/NZTopoMap/nz15405/Riverton%2FAparima

I remember the polished stones of my aunt, collected from Riverton – I never knew how she polished them but I was impressed with the results. Petra and I decided to collect some stones on our holiday and try to polish them when we got back home. We ended up collecting more and more stones as we went along,  weighing the car down significantly.

Upon arriving home, Petra and I did some internet searching and found out about rock tumblers. We bought three and started out on a journey of learning, of experimentation and of rearranging aspects of our domestic space to make room for it all.

This Blog is a way for me to share our discoveries, to share information, and to help others who start on the same journey. I can be contacted at  john.tumblestone@gmail.com – all comments and questions welcomed.