Astride a motorbike

My favourite image of our flight to Auckland is Mum waltzing the aisle with Taren, a beautiful Qantas flight attendant. The waltz-hold turns out to be the ideal support for an elderly passenger negotiating the narrow plane aisle. As Mum passes through business class a gentleman remarks how brave she is, Mum, unaware of the compliment, continues her waltz with Taren to her seat further down the plane. We sit prepared with Anticols for the ascent. Mum takes it all in and we fly to the land where Godfrey Miller was born.

Cousins greet us, complete with hamper, and take us to our apartment coming back the next evening to take us to their home for dinner. This dinner is where we enter into the collection of photos, newspaper cuttings and letters all pertaining to the Miller and Duthie families. The talk is rapid as other family members arrive and offer their memories, family anecdotes and share books inherited from Godfrey’s brother Andrew, also a Vest Pocket Kodak (VPK) camera that took the Egyptian training photos

The VPK Godfrey held to take these photos

and a large photograph at Gallipoli…and so much more. All these parts form our shared Uncle.

I look for the first time at a photo of a young Godfrey from a newspaper cutting ‘Acting corporal G. C. Miller, NZ Engineers, wounded.’ The photo must have been taken before he was wounded as the face is full, robust, not like his older self at all. There is another photo taken outside the family home in Dunedin, in this one he sits astride his brother Andrew’s motorbike. The bike is stationary, his gaze forward to the ground. The photo does not given the impression that he was about to ride off.

Astride a motorbike Dunedin

The photograph that speaks the most though is a family group out on the verandah of his brother Andrew’s house in Auckland. There are 6 figures in the group all standing or sitting close, as you would expect in a family shot, except for Godfrey who sits on the verandah fence a few feet away from the group holding the youngest niece, Margaret on his lap. He looks toward the camera over the head of his niece with his legs crossed toward the group. This is the face I know… it is quite different to the young man with legs astride a motorbike…

On a small sheet of paper we find ‘To a Snowflake’ by Francis Thompson written out in Godfrey’s hand. It appears to have been a poem that interested the Anthroposophists as it is discussed in a book ‘The English Spirit: a new approach through the world conception of Rudolph Steiner’, the chapter that contains the poem is titled: ‘The Three-Fold Soul’.

‘To a Snowflake’

What heart could have thought you?

Past our devisal

(O filigree petal)

Fashioned so purely

Fragilely surely,

From what Paradisal

Imageless metal

Too costly for cost?

Who hammered you, wrought you

From argentine vapour –

God was my shaper

Passing surmisal

He hammered, he wrought me

From curled silver vapour

To lust of His mind

Thou couldst not have thought me!

So purely, so palely

Tinily, surely

Mightily frailly

Insculpted and embossed

With His hammer of Wind

And His graver of Frost

(Francis Thompson)

We leave the cousins laden with a box of letters, the few photos that exist and with our heads spinning with Miller stories we sink back into the car seat for the night drive back, via the docks, into Auckland city. For me this was a first time meeting but the warmth of open arms belied this fact.

I’m looking forward to Wellington and looking out at the land of the Taranaki Region into which Godfrey was born.

Advertisements
This entry was posted in New Zealand and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

One Response to Astride a motorbike

  1. Linda says:

    Sounds like New Zealand is offering more intimate memories and stories of family. I look forward to hearing what unravels from this new thread of opportunity.
    LLL

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s