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Pipiwharauroa

The Herald of Spring

The Te Rawhiti Newsletter

Volume 1 Issue 11, August 2010

Nga Tohu Aroha

No reira haere atu koutou e nga whanaunga, kua haere koutou ite huarahi i takahia e o tatou maatua tuupuna, kua tu honohono neikoutou i te Ao Wairua, kua okioki koutou i roto i nga ringaringa a totatou Matua nui i te Rangi. Haere, haere, haere atu koutou.

Ina Harawene

, daughter of Turi and Raiha Hariwene, and sister toAuntie Maraea Sullivan/Hakaraia from Ngati Manu, and buried atPuhangahau wahitapu, Karetu

Waina Araroa nee Wynyard

, eldest daughter of Sammy (Bigs)Wynyard, from Ngati Manu, and buried at Puhangahau wahitapu,Karetu. Died in Galatea where she lived but expressed a wish to bebrought back home.

Dave/Rewi Hoori

, father of Te Miringa (Mingo) and father-in-lawof Murray Hemara, died at his home Waikare and buried there.

New addition to the Pipiwharauroa-Nga korero o nga whanau o te ao: Whanau storiesfrom around the world.

If you want to tell your story, send it in. We have whanauall over the world and all over Aotearoa.We want to hear from you.

1 What lies on the bottom of the sea andshakes?

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Waiana Collier, te kotiro o Taku Tenana ClendonCollier.

From the left: Darrell-Rose, Cherish, Pagen, Waiana, Joshua.

My Story of Rawhiti in my life

I was fortunate to be one of the last of my generation to have beenbought up in Rawhiti by our Grandmother, Taurangi Clendon, alongwith my brother and sister. There weren’t so many homes up therenor whanau living back there as today. Boy has the place changedsince we were kids. It was a beautiful upbringing and I’ll carry thosememories with me until my last breath.Back then tamariki belonged to everyone. Whanau was everyoneand everyone belonged to everyone so where we ended up at kaitime was where we ate. It was nothing for us to be gone all daywith a loaf of rewana bread that Nanny had made for us. From ayoung age our Nanny taught us to provide kai for ourselves byfishing, gathering kaimoana and collecting fruits from the orchard attawiriwiri. I even have memories of climbing up the hill behind themarae to Nanny’s childhood papakainga to collect peaches from theorchard up there. You would see us on the rocks, in the sea, in thebush, surfing through the rocks on old Jock Noaks dinghy and thewhanau would say ‘there goes those mokopuna of Tau again’.At the end of the day Nanny’s call would reverberate around the

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bays “Waiana, Darrell, Jodie”; it was time to go home to ascrubbing brush and a bar of soap to wash away the ‘taapa’ thatseemed forever embedded in our feet. The day would be completedwith all of us cuddling our Grandmother trying very hard not to goto sleep whilst she recited her hour long karakia; we needed to beawake to confirm ‘Amine’ lest we got the dreaded clip across theear! That was some of our awesome upbringing and my preciousmemories. There are many more.Now I have children of my own. Pagen 21, Johan 16, Cherish 15,Darrell-Rose 9 and we have a kuri, Pride, who is 10. I work for aPrimary Healthcare Organisation in the Franklin region as aCommunity Health Coordinator linking our Maori and Pacific Islandclients and our clients who live in low socio economic areas intoservices to better meet their health and social needs.I get a great deal of satisfaction working with our Maori people andI am passionate in my job to advocate for the betterment of ourMaori. I recently graduated with a Post Graduate Diploma inBusiness in Maori Development. I started that journey because Irealised if I wanted my kids to go to University, then I had betterlead by example! I plan on going back to do more study next year.Since I’ve had children, it’s important to me to take them home asoften as I can so that they can know and experience their whanau,their marae, their whenua and their moana. So they can then createtheir own memories and begin to understand when they have theirown children how very important it is to continue with traditions.And it is my dream to one day, when my own children are oldenough and making their way in the world, to return home toRawhiti. Then I will look forward to having my grandchildren withme and I will teach them to fish, to gather kaimoana, to wash taapafrom their feet and I will have karakia with them at the completionof each day, just like my Nanny did for me.*****************

Has anyone solved the problem yet?

Was the Wharehui opened in 1910? or 1918?Does anyone remember something someone told them?