Saturday, 6 February, 2010

Martinborough Country Fair, 2010

The first Saturday in February has come around again, and with it the annual Martinborough Country Fair. There’s always a follow-up on the first Saturday of March too. This year’s fair was again huge and well attended. It’s essentially a girls’ day out, though men tag along.  One man from Wellington was quoted in the paper saying it was an annual visit and the fair was a small price to pay for being allowed to spend the rest of the weekend fishing.

Here are a few images of fair action, taken on my backup Panasonic Lumix DMC-LS85. It’s a nice little camera that only cost $240. Next time I replace my #1 camera, I’ll consider switching from Canon to Panasonic. Perhaps with an 8x zoom.

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Bling.

A Martinborough Fair institution: Scotty the local butcher, helped out by the local rugby club, produces gargantuan unhealthy and therefore delicious sandwiches of steak, fried eggs, bacon, sausages, black pudding and onions, on white bread.

A small group of musicians – I suppose you could call them a jazz band – which moved around the town square playing excellent music:

Photos from last year’s fair are here.

Sunday, 31 January, 2010

When I’m 65

This time last year, in these pages, I wrote of a landmark life event that had been nicely illustrated by the Beatles, back when the event was so remote that it would never happen to me. But time catches up. Now, twelve months on, I’ve reached  a new majority. I’m officially a pensioner, on New Zealand Superannuation (aka National Super) and I can retire if I want. I’m not going to, but I’m happy to accept a dividend on my tax contributions.

I was supposed to have the fabled Winston Peters SuperGold Card in my hands by the day I turned 65, so I could start taking free off-peak trips on public transport and claiming discounts in a few shops that offer miserly 10% discounts on specified items few people would want anyway. At my birthday drinks at the office, I would have held up the card and shown the young ones what they could aspire to. That wasn’t to be – but the card has finally turned up.

Apart from an occasional free bus trip to Courtenay Place when it’s raining, I don’t think I’ll be using Winston’s card much. I certainly won’t be voting for him out of gratitude. The retail concessions are pathetic – New Zealand businesses haven’t got behind the card.

Wellington City Council concessions, other than off-peak bus travel, seem practically non-existent. If you’re crippled, they’ll collect rubbish at your back door and bring library books to you. If you’re on the bones of your financial arse you’ll get a discount on council housing. But though these things are listed on the SuperGold Card website, you can be sure that waving the card won’t guarantee the concession. There’ll still be forms to fill in, interviews, doctors’ certificates, bank statements and more. As there always have been.

To get my national super, I had to fill in a long and complicated form and provide quite a lot of evidence of my authenticity. Also Liz’s authenticity, though it’s two more years before she qualifies for ’super’. I had a compulsory interview at Work & Income, by a woman who is now my ‘Case Officer’. (I’m now a case?)

My first visit to a Work and Income office was interesting, if dispiriting. A huge room with dozens of clerks at their desks. Some were clerking and some were talking to their beneficiary ‘clients’ – mostly people on unemployment, sickness and DPB benefits.

The sight of all those desks, clerks and beneficiaries was bad enough, but what cranked my cynicism engine were the many huge exhortative propaganda posters spread around the room. I’m not sure whom the posters were aimed at – beneficiaries or clerks – but I couldn’t see either group being impressed. I sneaked a rough photo with my mobile phone of the posters nearest to me. In one, a smiling mailing room worker says, “Giving 100% is easy because I LOVE my job.” In the other, a young bloke says, “I get a BUZZ out of helping people.”

If I worked there and agreed with those statements, I wouldn’t need to be reminded of it. If I were ambivalent about the job, or hated it, the posters would make me livid. And we know, from media reports, that morale in Work & Income offices is often poor. I can’t see those posters making disgruntled staff feel better about their jobs. Quite the opposite. One can only imagine what ‘clients’ think of the posters.
The offending posters at the Work and Income office in Wellington. Earlier the young woman on the desk between me and the wall had been interviewing a beneficiary who was something of a raver and I was impressed with the calm and patient way she handled him. But it was a very public situation and I think both case officers and beneficiaries should have more privacy. It was only a couple of metres away from me and I could hear every word.

Propaganda posters at the Work & Income office in Wellington. Earlier, the young woman on the desk between me and the wall had been dealing with a stroppy beneficiary and I was impressed by the calm and patient way she handled him. But it was a very public situation, and both case officer and 'client' deserved more privacy. They were only three metres from me and I could hear everything. Open Plan architects have much to answer for.

Saturday, 30 January, 2010

In praise of vintage waffle irons

Catherine's 60-year old Universal brand waffle iron.

My father’s oldest sibling, Catherine, did a home science masters degree in Chicago after World War II. That was an unusual thing for a Kiwi woman to do back then. When she came back to New Zealand, some time before 1950, she brought interesting gadgets and gizmos that had never been thought of, let alone seen in this part of the world. Well, they were foreign to our family, and I’m sure they’d have seemed strange and wonderful to most Kiwis. She was a cool aunty.  (Actually NZ hadn’t quite imported that American expression yet, but it’s the gist of what we thought.)

Aunty Catherine would send us postcards like this of the Boeing Stratocruiser 'Clipper' she and Uncle Joe travelled on when they went to America.

She and her husband Joe went back to America a couple of times in the early ’50s, and she brought back more gadgets and entertained us with free luxuries she’d collected from Pan Am Stratocruiser ‘Clipper’ airliners.

It was Catherine and her trips to America that sparked my own fascination with the United States. From an early age I wanted that country to be my first overseas destination. And so it was – though only the transit lounge at LA Airport, en route to Canada. But I spent a bit of time in the US during that trip and loved the place. Most of my fellow Kiwis looked first to Britain –  aka ‘Home’ or ‘The Auld Country’.

The other thing that sold America to me was its music: jazz and rock ‘n roll.

At one time the Americans had a welcoming embassy in The Terrace, just up the road from my office. I was a frequent visitor to the embassy library, where I could borrow jazz records that weren’t available anywhere else in New Zealand. Now the embassy is in an aloof concrete fortress in Thorndon.

But to return to my Aunt Catherine: the most fabulous of her American gadgets was an electric waffle iron she would bring out when her nieces and nephews visited. We loved her dearly for it.

When Catherine died in 1996, I was lucky enough to inherit the waffle iron and Liz makes great waffles with it. The appliance is more than 60 years old and still works well.

Add maple syrup and it's a breakfast to die for. (click to enlarge)

We also have Catherine’s small care-and- feeding-of-your-waffle-iron booklet, published by the New York Edison Company’s Bureau of Home Economics.

Other recipes in the booklet include Maryland Cream Waffles, Orange Butter, Breakfast Bacon Waffles, Ginger Snap Waffles, Devil’s Food Waffles, Spice Waffles, Rich Spiced Waffles, Corn and Fruit Waffles, Strawberry Waffles, Gingerbread Waffles, Surprise Waffles, Southern Waffles, Coconut Waffles, Buttermilk Waffles, Sour Cream Waffles, Raised Waffles, Raised Potato Waffles, Orange Sauce, Sweet Corn Waffles, Waffles Southern Style, Rice Waffles, Pineapple Waffles, Pineapple Sauce, Mock Maple Syrup, Bran Waffles, Whipped Cream Sauce, Butterscotch Sauce.

Liz doesn’t use any particular recipe, but throws typical pancake ingredients at a bowl and hopes for the best. It always works.

Monday, 4 January, 2010

Apostrophical crimes

Parked too close to our place for comfort

Saturday, 2 January, 2010

Weird skies in Northern Wairarapa

Liz and I drove from Martinborough to Palmerston North today and enjoyed an unusual cloud formation that covered a large part of the sky in northern Wairarapa. These photos were taken just at the beginning of the Pahiatua Track, an alternative route to Manawatu over the Tararua Ranges.

[Later: this post excited a bit of comment - see below. It seems the clouds were a rare variety known as Undulatus Asperatus.]

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