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When traction engines ruled the roads

Dec 22nd, 2014 | By

They were big and robust, but slow, with limited manoeuvrability. Nevertheless, they revolutionised agriculture. Perry Rice muses about traction engines. Traction engines were a part of everyday life for many folk, town and country, for less than a hundred years. Yet, like steam railways, there is a great fascination and nostalgia for them. They were

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Threshing Tuesday, 1896

Dec 22nd, 2014 | By

Some good person wrote down the exact date on an old photo – which rather makes Perry Rice’s day. This is just the sort of photograph a specialist photograph librarian wants to see. It’s from an album which was donated to us recently though we were given copies of the photos some years ago. As

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More than chops at old-time butcher

Feb 12th, 2014 | By
Od time butchers on Victoria St.

Hamilton Libraries Perry Rice takes a look at butcher shops from times past. Surely that’s not sawdust swept under the bench? Yes, that bench – the two sawhorses with the old door on them. Rolls of meat, maybe pork? Pork above? You could get a few chops out of that lot. This shop must have

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Where Hamilton’s libraries began

Sep 23rd, 2013 | By

Perry Rice records a special moment dear to the heart of all librarians and bibliophiles. In February 1908 a wonderful event took place in Hamilton. In the day, when there was no television, no movies in theatres (well, yes there were, but not in Hamilton), no Kindles, no book exchanges, no world wide web, no

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Church pic lays legend to rest

Jun 12th, 2013 | By

Hamilton Libraries Perry Rice finds there is new information to be had in old pictures. In some of the very earliest photographs of the south end of what is now Victoria Street but was, until about 1918, Tisdall Street, we see a very steep rise from the river to the early St Peters Church. That

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Hats on for Edwardian picnic

Jun 29th, 2012 | By

We don’t see regattas as we used to.  As a lad I used to go to the local railway station near Dunedin, most conveniently located right alongside the harbour, and watch the yachting regatta. From the vantage point thoughtfully laid on by NZR (‘the railway’) which also incidentally sported a brightly coloured sign which warned,

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