WAIKAWA BEACH RATEPAYERS ASSOCIATION
MARCH 2014 NEWSLETTER
The summer holiday season is well over but the weather has settled and for now we are all enjoying the gorgeous sunny days. I hope it lasts over the school holidays and Easter.
We remember Gloria Good
We were very sad to read that long time local permanent resident Gloria Good died in a car accident on the main highway near Manakau on Tuesday afternoon. Gloria’s husband died, after an illness, only 18 months or so ago. Our sympathies go to her family.
The Heart of Manakau Proudly Presents. The Autumn in paradise Quiz Night –
Date: Friday 11th of April 2014
Time: 7pm start
Location: Manakau Bowling and Sports club
Cost: $10 per person
Teams: Maximum of 12 teams
Register your team by contacting: Sam 362 6556 or firstname.lastname@example.org or
Kimbal 362 6395 or email@example.com
Refreshments: The Bowling Club bar will be open. Light snack food will be served throughout the evening. The MDCA will be running raffles during the evening with all funds raised being used by MDCA for projects that benefit the community.
Please enter a team and support your community.
Use of Noticeboard
It has been agreed by the committee that that no political or religious notices should go on our (chalk) notice board at the entrance to the community. If you wish to place a notice please email our secretary on firstname.lastname@example.org. Our committee notices will of course have priority.
We have organized a rubbish truck to collect rubbish from the kerb outside properties on Easter Saturday April 19th. The truck will leave the toilet block at 9am and do one circuit of the village. Prices will be $10 for a small pick-up or $20 for a washing machine, fridge or any whitewear. No green waste will be picked up
Fences & Gates
We have noticed a few fences & gates have gone up since the start of summer. I can only presume the high number of complaints about roaming dogs has something to do with this. Because of the complaints HDC Animal Control will be making regular trips to Waikawa Beach in the future, especially over holiday periods. If you have a problem with unleashed dogs roaming the streets take a photo and send it to HDC.
Wish List Actions
We have had some replies from HDC regarding our wish list, details can be found on our web site. The roadway down to the river is to be sorted out as it is rather roller coaster-ish right now and we can see vehicles getting stuck trying to get to the beach. Unfortunately there is little money for some other essential items like a new roof for the toilet block in the Hank Edwards Reserve.
EARLY WAIKAWA by Hank Edwards
This was written about 1989 and is the first part of a three part story (taken from Bitter Water — a story of Waikawa by Deb Shepherd and Laraine Shepherd)
Life was returning to normal in 1946 and my father had at last his driving license and a motor car, a Vauxhall 14 complete with a bin box on the back.
Our first holiday away in our own car was to begin to Otaki but after packing the car at Lyall Bay we had to call at “the office” where we found we had a flat tyre — a great start. Arriving at Otaki we found the “paying house guest” cottage a green two storied place and the owners were two spinsters.
A pretty sparse top floor was comfortable but the bathroom and the owners turned out to be unbearable. We moved up town to the Telegraph Hotel and that proved the best move. Otaki town was a friendly place everybody knew everybody and guests at the hotel were a rare occurrence so we were welcomed into the group happily.
Day trips were the order of each day. Buy our chops from the butcher and bread and it was off to explore the countryside. Down every side road, stop at a spot for lunch, explore and then off again.
One side road led west, a long straight stretch of tar seal, a little wooden bridge, hard turn right on to a rough metal road, then a gate barring our way. Stop and explore. A small river on our right looked interesting.
Returning to base we talked of our day excursion only to learn from the locals that the gate was not an entrance to private property but simply to keep the sheep inside as there were few fences on the property and if we went through — closing the gate behind us — we would eventually find a little settlement of a few houses and batches, campsites, a stream, a footbridge, lots of sand hills, a beach and not much else. And what was this place, why — WAIKAWA.
We returned the next day clutching our chops, bread, thermette, for a real exploration. Through the gate, close the gate, down the rough road. On our right a big old homestead appeared surrounded by a picket fence, washing on the line. Enormous macracarpa trees on the left and on the right walnut trees and that stream again, its banks lined with pampus and willow. On down the road and on our left a cottage on a hill and in the distance a wool shed and a big high barn affair that turned out to be a thrashing mill. There were sheep everywhere. To the west we saw a group of three houses, two with tall towers topped with wind powered generators, their giant blades turning slowly in the breeze. There was a telephone line but no power lines.
We arrived at the settlement, the first house was a modern affair of Durock sidings neatly kept but not occupied. Next door a permanent residence of some substance, well maintained and occupied and next door a little house of fibrolite again occupied and neatly kept. The road petered out to a one car track through giant lupin bushes. On we went, to our left a great green grass area with little a little bach nestled in the scrub, ahead the track continued to the right and there, two neat batches close by and further afield other shacks.
We returned to the great grass area there to find a pipe in the ground dispensing a great volume of artesian water, cold, clear and sweet. We made our fire and cooked the chops, boiled the thermette and tea and went walkabout. We found the stream and the footbridge and giant sand hills upstream. Over the bridge and up the hills. At the top more giant hills and in the distance the sea. It was a long trying walk to the shore up and down. The beach was magnificent. We all three plunged into the surf on this hot calm clear day to cool off.
The rest of the district remained unexplored by the Edwards family as they returned each day to Waikawa. For their next holiday they rented a bach, this became an annual event for the next 17 years. “Weekend, school holidays, annual holidays saw us ‘off to the Beach’. When father went away on business mother and I did not break the tradition. With 2 suitcases — one for clothes and one for food — we would board the train at Lyall Bay to catch the Field Express for the 2 hour trip to Manakau at a cost of 14/6 each return.
To trip from Manakau to the beach was by taxi — a 1926 Essex driven by Mr Hornig, The back seats were plush and usually covered by hay — he was a dairy farmer. He would turn around and tell us of all the happenings since we last met — hair raising! Down the road, through the gate and a quick call on Grannie Drake achieved by simply driving off the road and across the paddock without removing his foot from the accelerator. Off again down the gravel road through the scrub and into the bach.
To be continued…
My thanks to John Brown for the Hank Edwards bit and to Erica Wyatt for the photo.
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