The Massey Memorial

Massey Memorial

Have to go again to get the rest of the words.

The exterior is of the memorial is pale Tākaka marble, resting on a base of dark grey Coromandel granite.

Yesterday, on a beautiful early summer afternoon we took a walk up to the Massey Memorial.  It is sited on a promontory at Point Halswell in the inner harbour in Wellington and commemorates W. F. Massey, prime minister of New Zealand from 1912 to 1925.

Bush walk to Massey memorial

The lovely gentle walk upwards through dappled sunshine gave little or no hint of what was to come.

The harbour

From the site one gets this unobstructed view,  without any of the buildings that usually invade  intrude in shots of the harbour.

Memorial

A little potted history now.  William Ferguson Massey, often known as Bill Massey or “Farmer Bill” (26 March 1856 – 10 May 1925) served as Prime Minister to New Zealand from 1912 – 1925.

Massey was born in Ireland into a family of tenant farmers.  The family  moved to New Zealand in 1869 but he stayed to complete his education and arrived here a year later.  After arriving in NZ he worked as a farm-hand for several years until he acquired his own farm in 1877.  Fie years later he married a neighbour’s daughter.

Massey became prominent in his local community through his involvement in civic activities.  He was invited to stand for election to Parliament i the General Election of  1893 but was unsuccessful.  But the following year he was invited to contest a by-election in the neighbouring electorate of Waitemata, and was victorious. But in the 1896 election he stood for the Franklin electorate, which he represented until he died in 1925.

In 1924 illness forced Massey to relinquish many of his official duties. He died of this illness the following year.  Shortly after Massey’s death  the Massey Burial-ground Act was passed allocating land at Point Halswell to be set aside as a burial ground for him and his widow. Public subscriptions raised funds totalling £5,000 and the government contributed £10,000. One wonders what such a memorial would cost to build today.

Here endeth today’s lesson.

Lotte

C'mon - ready to go home now

“I dream of hiking into my old age.  I want to be able even then to pack my load and take off slowly but steadily along the trail.”
Marlyn Doan

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13 responses to “The Massey Memorial

  1. Lovely pictures thanks, once again I like the way that nature softens the straight lines of the memorial. 🙂
    I googled the rest of the inscription for you …
    ” A Memorial of Loyal and Faithful Service to King and Country”

  2. jacquelincangro

    It looks like Lotte enjoyed the hike. Does she usually enjoy going out in nature? Or does she prefer to stay close to home?

  3. Such a gorgeous place you live in and so rich with history! 🙂

    And of course, I have to mention my happiness in seeing your cute Lotte again! 😀

    • Our recorded history only goes back about 150 years but there is so much in Maori myth and legend to keep me occupied for ever. And Lotte is happy wherever we are. 🙂

  4. Beautiful photos. Thanks for the educational tour. You’re a good docent.

  5. Beautiful walk . . . love the path through the trees.

  6. When you mentioned Lotte’s attraction to all the smells, it reminded me of walks with our dog. I tried running with him once, but when his 85 lbs. came to a complete and sudden stop, so did I!

    • Well I certainly don’t have that problem. Lotte weighs 4.5 kgs (about 9 lbs) but she can tug and/or dawdle when following those smells. 🙂

      • You’re a smart woman, Judith! She must be such a wee thing, looks bigger in the pictures. Yes, their noses definitely lead them.

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