Showing posts with label storm. Show all posts
Showing posts with label storm. Show all posts

Sunday, 29 April 2018

#52Ancestors, Week 16, Storms


I love a good storm. Right now I am missing them a lot. Where I live currently, they don’t seem to get anything except blue sky and incessant sunshine.

My Mum talks about some storms she remembers when she was a child. So, I thought I’d see what I could find in newspapers about them.

There are several events which occurred in the short time they lived at Highbank, near Methven, Canterbury. They had moved there in early 1943. My grandfather had been working at Waitaki Power Station near Kurow during the final stages of construction and then for almost nine years after it was commissioned and opened.[1]

Their relocation was linked to his job, and the construction of the Highbank Power Station. Highbank sits by the side of the Rakaia River near Methven. The intake to the power station comes from a diversion to the Rangitata River, down the hill in the pipeline to the station and then the tailrace takes the water to the Rakaia.[2]

I found some notes of Mum’s that augment my memory of the stories she has told us, and I have also spent some time searching on PapersPast to see what I could find to establish the exact dates. Some of the events don’t appear to have been reported at all – or more likely haven’t yet been digitised. (How I wish the National Library of New Zealand would adopt the model for digitising used in Australia by Trove).

During the night of February 22nd, 1945 floodwaters on the plain above Highbank breached the wall of the diversion channel and water poured down the hill to the station.[3] The overseer was awoken at 3am to the noise and rallied a team together who worked against time in the wind and rain to build a stopbank in an endeavour to save the power house and pipeline.[4] While the power house was saved, the slip still happened, racing down the hill; almost completely destroying the access road and burying 5 of the 7 houses in the village below. Remaining men and wives and mothers gathered their children and made for the relative safety of the power house. Afterward, women and children were sent away for a few days while the clean-up ensued. Mum went with her siblings and mother to stay with their grandmother in Christchurch. 

The station had been scheduled to open in March, but this was delayed so that the road could be repaired and the clean up completed.[5] All of the shingle needed to be dug out of the houses; drapes, furniture, carpet and belongings cleaned. Cars too, buried in the pile were dug out and stripped down, cleaned and reassembled.[6] Temporary housing was supplied as well, while a new village was constructed on the valley floor a little way from the power house.

Bert Fuller, Highbank slip damage to housing, c23 February 1945, digital image, personal collection.

Bert Fuller, Highbank slip damage construction village and river plain, c23 February 1945, digital image, personal collection.

In Mum’s notes a bailey bridge was installed at this time, which would make sense with the road gone.[7] This enabled the school bus to come down to the construction village to collect the children and take them to school in Methven. Before this, they needed to walk up a zig zag path to the top of the hill. However, the only newspaper account I have found mentioning the bridge, documents its removal in March 1945, having been put in place to give construction workers access following a washout before Christmas.[8] But perhaps it was a separate bridge to the one required after the slip and which features in photos belonging to my grandfather.

Bert Fuller, Highbank Bailey Bridge, cFebruary 1945, digital image, personal collection

Bert Fuller, Highbank Bailey Bridge, cFebruary 1945, digital image, personal collection.

The next storm, also involved a night time move to the powerhouse, so infers that it occurred before the village was relocated further down the valley. (Maybe not ? I may need to make some corrections in the future.) Families were awakened by the wind roaring through the valley, as they are apt to do in Canterbury.

“In a small construction cottage, wind tore through the gap under the door, rattled at the windows. Suddenly a tremendous roar; the roof peeled off and was hurled through the air. The windows blew in, shattering glass everywhere.”[9]

Removed to the relative safety of the powerhouse, the quiet was soon disrupted by the fury outside when another gust blew the huge roller door in like “a piece of paper”.[10] What a sight in the morning, toppled trees, roofless homes, curtains flapping in the breeze, torn.[11] I can’t find any account of this storm in online newspapers at all, or none that truly connect a gale to these events.

The other event much talked about was a big snowfall. I had always imagined this was the 1945 snowfall which is often compared with recent falls.[12]

unknown, Edith Fuller at Christchurch, cJuly 1945, digital image, personal collection.

But, I think from looking at photos and reading the old papers, that it was most likely in 1943.[13] That snowstorm was compared, at the time, to heavy falls in 1918.[14] Mum and her family were in Christchurch, visiting their grandmothers when the snow came.[15] Her father needed to get back to Highbank for work, but driving was not possible. He travelled by railway jigger to Methven and was met by a farmer who lived near the top of the access road. The road was not passable, so he walked/clambered down the hill alongside the pipeline (or where the pipeline was being constructed) to the power-house.[16]

 Bert Fuller, Methven Hotel, cJuly 1943, digital image, personal collection

 Bert Fuller, Highbank Power House from top of the pipeline, cJuly 1943, digital image, personal collection.

 Bert Fuller, Highbank construction village, c July 1943, digital image, personal collection.

Bert Fuller, Top of access road, cJuly 1943, digital image, personal collection.

unknown, workers at Highbank, 6 July 1943, digital image, personal collection.

The idea of travelling by jigger was met with some envy by Mum and her siblings; and with fascination by us hearing the story. But I bet it was freezing cold, and not actually that much fun at all – you’d keep warm though keeping it moving I suppose.





[1] NZ History, ‘Waitaki Dam’, https://nzhistory.govt.nz/media/photo/waitaki-dam, Accessed 29 April 2018.
[2] Unknown, Highbank Power Station, R.E. Owen, Government Printer, Wellington, New Zealand, 1965, pp.1-4.
[3] Damage at Highbank, Houses Buried In Shingle, Press, 24 February 1945, p.6.
[4] Saved Power-House, Evening Post, 3 March 1945, p.8.
[5] Saved Power-House, Evening Post, p.8.
[6] Elisabeth Davys, The Years from 0-10, circa 1974, original held in author’s possession.
[7] Elisabeth Davys, The Years from 0-10, circa 1974.
[8] General News, Bailey Bridge Dismantled, Press, 27 March 1945, p.4.
[9] Elisabeth Davys, Wind, circa 1974, original held in author’s possession.
[10] Elisabeth Davys, Wind, circa 1974.
[11] Elisabeth Davys, Wind, circa 1974.
[12] Christchurch Libraries, ‘Snow Days’, https://my.christchurchcitylibraries.com/snow-days/, Accessed 29 April 2018
[13] The Snowstorm, Press, 10 July 1943, p.3.
[14] The Snowstorm, Press, p.3.
[15] Elisabeth Davys, The Years from 0-10, circa 1974.
[16] Elisabeth Davys, The Years from 0-10, circa 1974.

Tuesday, 2 July 2013

It was just a bit windy

We had a storm a week or so ago. Ask anyone who lives in New Zealand what they think of Wellington, and they'll say it's windy. Always blowing a gale. True, we do get big winds. But they don't normally last too long or do much damage - and actually, ours is a pretty awesome little city. Built on the hills around a very picturesque harbour. You can't beat Wellington on a good day.



My Dad used to joke when we experienced our first southerly storm after moving to Wellington, that the first settlers must have been blown into the harbour in a storm and not been able to get out. Why else would they settle here ? And then we discovered two branches of HIS family had been amongst those early settlers. One ship was even blown back out to sea so far they could no longer see land, to ride out a storm before they tried again to gain entry to the harbour. Early Governors of the new colony described the harbour to have "treacherous and violent" winds. Mariners treated them with respect, some even relishing the challenge of navigating their ship through the narrow entrance in high winds. A little like pilots today, who manage aircraft in often strong, variable crosswinds as they land at our airport.

When we do get a real storm, often they are real doozies. Like the one that blew through town June 20 & 21, 2013. They compared this one to the Wahine Storm of April 10, 1968. The one where the inter-island ferry Wahine hit the reef entering the harbour, and eventually founded off Worser Bay. Wind gusts of up to 120 miles per hour (198 kph) were recorded, people were told to stay home. But as word got out (there was a lot of disbelief) about the ferry sinking, locals took to their runabouts and fishing boats and set to helping the tug boats and police rescue passengers.It was the worst maritime disaster in modern time. What spirit was shown by Wellingtonians that day. And despite initial fears, just 51 lives were lost.

The Canberra Times (ACT 1926 - 1995) Thursday 11 April 1968 page 1 article107046299-3-001

This latest storm was gnarly. Wind gusts up to 200kph - stronger than 1968, power outages, airport closures, rail lines breached, road closed and commuter chaos. It was the first time I really felt like I might lose a window (floor to ceiling southerly facing wall of glass in my lounge) I'm glad it was dark and I couldn't see it flexing behind the blinds. It was like a freight train hitting the house, continuously. Don't go out if you don't have to, the authorities said. We were expecting wind and rain - but nothing like what we got.

Still, the next morning with the winds dropping ever so slightly the city began to pick itself up. People surveyed the damage (half a fence and a tree at my place) after a sleepless night. Friends lost trampolines, garden sheds, rooves etc tossed about like toys in the night. The house next door lost all of the protective tarpaulin covering the repair work - revealing the bare bones of the building for all to see. It was still cold, and windy - but at least you could stand up and not get blown off your feet - and rainy, but the worst seemed to be over. Many households were without power some even until the end of last week. Trees did the most damage falling across roads, on cars and houses, and the waves  pounded the south coast damaging toads and the sea wall and tossing debris (and the occasional fish) metres into front yards and across the road. 











There is true SPIRIT amongst Wellingtonians. "Its just wind", "What an amazing storm". We just picked ourselves up and got on with life. The power outages were fixed, the trees cleared and roads reopened, the seawall reconstructed and the rail line repaired, airport open and ferry sailings resumed. Open for business again, within days and at most a week.

Hurricane Sandy bought the eastern states to a standstill last year with winds not even as strong as our little southerly. But its all about attitude - we're a hardy lot. I think we are secretly a city full of crazy storm chasers - we love it, even if at the time it does mess up your hair and the garden.

This post forms part of Trove Tuesday as suggested by Amy, from Branches, Leaves & Pollen.