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attended the first burial service ever at the Cathedral.
It was after his death that our home became almost the Cotterill’s home too.
During my last year the following figured much in my life. Dan Riddiford, A.H.A. Empson, Tom Handyside, H. Hanmer, T. Holmden, C.A Ritchie, E.W. Johnson and J.N. Coleman. We seem to have been on friendly terms and on each Sunday I seem to have been for a walk with one of them, and more often than not the walk was across the sandhills to the Dunns.
During 1902 S. A Gollan (the owner of Mangatarata) paid one of his frequent visits to New Zealand. He was quite a remarkable man and excelled in many forms of sport – golf, rowing, boxing, riding, billards, etc. It was towards the end of this year that he purchased the horse Moifaa in New Zealand and shipped him to England where he won the Grand National in 1904.
Gollan and his trainer, Hickey (whom I also knew) were stationed near the last jump in the Grand National race and when Gollan said “we’ve won it” Hickey collapsed and never regained consciousness before his death which occurred a few weeks later.
Almost at the end of the 3rd term there was an outbreak of measles in the school – I succumbed and quite a number of the masters as well. So it was a somewhat gloomy ending to the term and the year. I left school with mixed feelings – I was anxious to get on with life but there was sadness in saying farewell to Mr. and Mrs. Empson and other masters who had taken a personal interest in me. I knew that many of the friends I made at school would continue to play a part in my life whereas others would never cross my path again.
The following is a list of friends who helped to make my school days happier than they otherwise would have been –
W.T. Ritchie, J.S.M. Ritchie, Charlie Ritchie, R. St.C. Stewart, Harold Gillies, Herbert Coleman, R.F.R. Beetham, A.H.A. Empson, Ian Kettle, Dudley Kettle, E. Gordon Williams, Douglas Williams, Tom Handyside, E.T. Wilder, Edgar Stead, D.H.S. Riddiford, Eric Riddiford, E.B. Williams, Earl Williams, Selby Palmer, Eru Johnson, T.N. Holmden, Noel Beamish, Eric Beamish, R.W. Williams, W.B. Martin, Jack Nairn, R.P. Wilder
Of these only six are not living but the memories I have of those who have gone remain fresh and happy.
A few days before Christmas, Father, Keith Cotterill, Sam Crowther and I left for the Rangitaiki Camp and a few days later Ivan joined us. After a happy and successful expedition we returned to Napier on January 2nd and from then till the 15th my programme was a full one – saying goodbye and doing many jobs.
On the 15th my Father, Mother and I went to Wellington and on the 18th I set off in the Tyser cargo ship “Indralema” for London – Ronald Williams was my companion. We had known one another since childhood and had been to various schools together.
The “Indralema” was a dismal cargo ship of 6,000 tons – iron deck from stem to stern except for a deck house amidships containing four cabins, dining saloon, bathroom etc. and the Bridge was above. Captain Firth was a big burly man – as strong as an ox and had a voice like a foghorn.
His large wife was also on board and a small girl of about five years. There was one other passenger than R.W. and myself – a man by name of Hardman who was extremely delicate and spent most of his time in bed.
The Chief Engineer was a Creole (Critchlow by name) and he and the Captain were bosom friends but always called one another “Mister”. The Chief Officer was a tough Lancashire man without an “h” to his name. The 2nd Officer was by way of being very ‘up-stage’ and superior. There were two sittings for meals in the diminutive saloon – at the first were the two junior officers, two midshipmen and two engineers. At the second sitting were the Captain and Mrs, Firth, Chief Engineer and Chief Officer and 2nd Officer, R.W. and Self. R.W. and I were very bored at the 2nd sitting and asked to be transferred but after a week this arrangement proved highly unsuccessful and we resumed our places at the second sitting.