Waiuku Jingles

People have been writing to newspapers as long as they have existed, here two examples from 1912, that were published in the In this edition of the Pukekohe & Waiuku Times.  These jingles are specifically about Waiuku.  The “Critic”  has less then sporting reviews of this content.


(Time, 4.30 p.m.) 

Cows to the right of me, bulls to the left of me, 

How “can” I cross this street? 

Such is the wail of the lady from town, 

Whom we’d gone to the Weka to meet. 


Says the Critic: ” The last line had the most difficult job possible and only just managed to stagger into print.”



I stood on the bridge at Waiuku,

And I wished that the tide were higher, 

As I sniffed, and I gazed at that beautiful bridge 

And whistled my puppy Maria. 

“Come hither, come hither, my little doggie, 

And do not tremble so; 

You’ll not fall thro’, altho’ ’tis true 

Twas built many years ago. 

“Now come along, my little dog, 

Ard don’t explore those holes; 

For should you scratch another one

Il’d get hauled over the coals! 

“We’d better make tracks, Maria,” I said, 

“This bridge is none too strong”

For I saw a waggon, three men and a dog, 

And some bullocks come strolling along. 

Then boys and girls come out to play

They’ve promised to build a new one some day. 

Then farmers great and farmers small 

Can travel in Safety, one and all. 


Says the Critic: “The contribution is not within measurable distance of being even passable rhyme, but if it is necessary to emphasise the badness if the bridge, print it.”


Pukekohe & Waiuku Times, Pukekohe & Waiuku Times, Volume 1, Issue 42, 8 November 1912


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Women’s Recollections

Waiuku MuseumIn the September 2018 newsletter we ran a story with the recollections of two women from Waiuku.  Here is the article for you to enjoy.  If you liked this and would like to read other articles from Waiuku Museum, become a member.  Just click on the following link.  Application Form

Recollections from Women

As part of our Suffrage Edition Waiuku Museum would like to highlight the lives of women who have lived the Waiuku Districts area by sharing some of their recollections. 

The women featured are Mabel Cox nee Perry and Audrey Thomas nee Edwards.

Mabel Cox nee Perry

In the early days of settlement in Otaua and Maioro the ministers of each denomination would visit the families on the farms, travelling of course on horseback. The little [Otaua] Combined Church had not been built at the time so many children were baptised in the homes sometimes by ministers of different churches; such was the desire to have the baptism. Hence we still find families where one member is Methodist in an Anglican family. Marriages also were performed in the homes, as distance and roads to Waiuku was quite an undertaking. Apparently the clergy required good strong horses as the parish covered a large area.

I can remember as a very small child seeing my brothers & sisters being baptised round our large kitchen table, having been brought home from school by the Vicar for the event. For those who lived closer to Otaua where there were hall services & Sunday School.

After many meetings, fundraising etc. a small church was built at Otaua for the sum of $887 the section costing $81. The section is approx. ½ acre & still owned by the church. This was in 1910.

Since that time the church has been in constant use by the three denominations; Anglican, Presbyterian, and Methodist and was used for Sunday school by the Brethren for many years.

Audrey Thomas nee Edwards

I don’t remember which years I belonged to the W.W.S.A. but it was probably 1942 or 43 or 44.

I think we met on Saturdays at the ?Domain – the field near the George St School.

A captain (or was it a Sgt.) came from Papakura Military Camp to Instruct us. I think he wore an officers peaked cap.

We learnt all the manoeuvres of marching & how to salute. We learnt morse code & using semaphore flags so we could pass messages.

Aircraft recognition was important – there was much talk of a Japanese Invasion. I belonged to the Cycle Section because I had an old bicycle. I think I was supposed to rush news, such as “enemy aircraft over the coast” to the Home Guard. For “cycle” read “old push bike”. It had no gears or anything speedy, just two wheels & a back pedal brake.

I seem to remember that I was good at shooting. We practiced with .22 rifles & targets. Some 8 years later I won a rifle event solely on what I learnt at W.W.S.A.

I remember the Church Parade we had at the Waiuku Anglican Church one Sunday.

I think we had to attend St. John classes & get a First Aid certificate & carry a First Aid kit.

It was quite frightening to find my memory for this period of my life is so bad.

You can see Audrey’s uniform in the Military section at Waiuku Museum.

Digital Archive – Featured Item

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2020 Calendar – Reduced Price

Front CoverThe Waiuku Museum’s 2020 calendar has been available since October.  The theme of the calendar is a year of vintage cooking, with a new recipe every month.  The recipes come from a hand written recipe book in the museum’s collection and are dated sometime between 1900 and 1920.  All the recipes have been tested in a modern home kitchen and updated when necessary.
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A Trip to Waiuku

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In 1897 A.M.G. made a trip to Waiuku and then wrote about it in the New Zealand Herald.  Here is what was written about a trip to Waiuku.


By A. M. G.

Receiving an invitation from friends residing near Waiuku to pay them a visit and enjoy the fresh sea breeze for a few days, I accepted the invitation, picked my carpet-bag and went. The little steamer Oregon blows her whittle, and puffs away from the Ouehunga Wharf at 7.15 a.m. The water is smooth as glass, and the air warm and pleasant. There are not many passengers this morning, — about half a-dozen men and three or four ladies.   Antonio, the captain, is very attentive. He sees that this “la lish” is comfortable, and that “ladish” luggage is right. He has a pleasant word for everybody, although it is hard to know what that word is sometimes, at least I found it so. The first stopping-place is Kauri Point. Here the boat is sent ashore with a few parcels, which occupies only a few minutes in delivery when, screech goes the whistle, the paddles commence their beat, beat, making quite a commotion in the water. The next station is Awitu. There is a wharf here. The steamer gets alongside, and discharges a quantity of cargo, hay in bales, leather in rolls, mutton alive and dead, parcels, &c. Mr. Garland’s residence is a quarter-of-a-mile or so from the landing-place, and looks pretty and quiet from the river. The little steamer is doing her best to-day, and soon opposite the Pollok settlement. Goods and passengers are put ashore here, and some fresh passengers come on board. We now make straight for the Waiuku landing. Captain Antonio comes to collect the fare (only 7s 6d return ticket, available for eight days), and informs us that we shall reach Waiuku about twelve o’clock. He tells, truly, for at a quarter past twelve we are at the landing. Such a quiet little place. Some ladies and gentlemen watch us from the distance; a few Maoris stand idly about, and some boys on the look-out for luggage to carry. A fine looking little Maori takes my bag to the hotel, where I expect to meet my friends. Mr. Sedgwick, the landlord, is very courteous and attentive. Dinner is served at half-past 12: the beef is excellent and well cooked, and the cup of tea, so enjoyable after five hours in the open air, cannot be too highly praised; the bread was not so good as it might be, having been made of inferior flour. Three o’clock finds me on the high road to Maioro. Such a pleasant drive; pretty white cottages scattered here and there with a scrap of garden, and a green paddock or two attached. Mr. May’s property (recently purchased from Mr. John Wallace) lies four and a-half miles from Waiuku. The house stands a short distance from the road, in the centre of a field. Mr. May, in broad-brimmed hat and red shirt, is out with the men, preparing more land for grass. By next summer this will be one of the best farms in the district. On the left side of the road, opposite Mr. May’s, is Bothwell Park, the estate of Mr. Wallace, late of Flat Bush. This is a large property, some 1500 acres in extent. A considerable portion is in grass, and there are now several hundred acres ready for seed. Mr. Wallace has erected a large and commodious dwelling-house, which stands on a hill and overlooks almost the whole farm. The view from the verandah is magnificent — from the east side the Waikato river is to be seen for miles, the dark green of the forest beyond, shewing the water like “a silver line,” and, gleaming against the dark background, stands the little chapel where the Rev. Mr. Maunsell, in days gone by, conducted service in the Maori language, and taught the children to read in their own and the English tongue. The Mauku settlement lies toward the east. The homesteads look comfortable and the farms well stocked with cattle and sheep. Looking northward, the scenery for variety and beauty cannot be surpassed. The little village of Maioro, the Waiuku township, the river, the ranges covered with trees, the Manukau, Onehunga, One-Tree Hill, Mount Eden, Rangitoto, Mount Wellington, and all the other smaller hills lie spread out like a grand picture before you. Lost in admiration at the beauty of the scene, you experience something of the spirit which inspired the poet Cowper to write the following touching lines : —

He looks abroad into the varied field

Of nature; and tho’ poor, perhaps, compared

With those whose mansions glitter in his sight,

Calls the delightful scenery all his own.

His are the mountains, and the valleys his,

And the resplendent rivers his to enjoy

With a propriety that none can feel

But who, with filial confidence inspired,

Can lift to Heaven an eye,

And smiling say, ” My Father mills them all!’

Westward, a line of sandhills extends along the coast. Driving would be impossible over these hills, but mounted upon a good horse, it is a comparatively easy matter to ride over to the Waikato Heads, and thence along tho beach to Awitu is a most delightful ride. The beach is smooth and hard. On the flat rocks close to the cliff are pools of water. Horses not accustomed to the beach are apt to shy at these pools, and if the rider is taken unawares he may be plunged into one of them. An accident happened to a worthy clergyman living not a day’s journey from Papakura. He was riding along, meditating, no doubt, upon the sermon he was about to deliver, when, without the slightest warning, his horse sprang several feet forward, and stood still as a monument. The consequence was that the worthy pastor, to his own and the horse’s dismay, shot over the horse’s ears and dived head first into the pool. There was not much water in it, but more than sufficient to make him very uncomfortable, and the mud and sand disfigured his hat frightfully. Still, a disfigured hat was better than a broken head. Accidents of this kind are, happily, very rare. It is a splendid sigh to stand at a respectful distance and watch the waves rolling in mountains high. Now they roll, and tumble, and break into clouds of spray and foam. A few miles inland a strange is apt to mistake the sound of the waves for the train. At times the sound very much resembles the rumbling of a train in the distance.

The great want of the Waiuku and surrounding districts is a railway. A branch line could be laid between Waiuku and Pukekohe, a distance of fifteen miles, for £30,000 or £40,000. This sum, or nearly so, could be raised amongst the settlers. All are anxious either to get a railway or a large steamer on the river. The majority are in favour of a railway, and one gentleman who owns 1000 acres of land, says it would pay him to give £1 per acre towards making a railway, and he will give it with pleasure, but he never will give anything towards a steamer. I sincerely trust an effort may be made to procure a branch line of railroad. It would increase the value of property very much, and the settlers’ produce would arrive in Auckland in good order and in good time, and would then be able to compete with that from Waikato and other places. Not being one of the “lords of creation,” I cannot go fully into the matter, but at the same time I can sympathise with the people, and will rejoice greatly when I hear that the railway to Waiuku is a fact. I hope Mr. Hamlin M.H.K., and all concerned will not leave a stone unturned until they get what they want and what they ought to have. One word more before stopping on board the Oregon. I received great attention from some of the inhabitants of Waiuku. Hospitality is not wanting there. Strangers are welcomed and treated like friends. On Saturday afternoon, the farmers and their wives come in to do their marketing. Meetings are held on Saturday afternoons in connection with School Boards and Road Boards, &c.; but not one intoxicated individual is to be seen, nor a brawl heard. Such is Waiuku to the eye of a stranger.


New Zealand Herald, New Zealand Herald, Volume XVI, Issue 5425, 7 April 1879