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O D Y S S E Y
Seven years after I sought admission the New Zealand
O D Y S S E Y
Seven years after I sought admission the New Zealand"Federated Cooks and Stewards Industrial Union of Workers', I was finally admitted, and only then, by sheer chance!
Ironically, a decade later, I would be obliged to accept
the Presidency of this fractious, bankrupt organization that no one else on the executive
would touch, (nor in my opinion were capable) in making the decisions, that were long overdue!
The following is an account of my time on British and N.Z. ships and as a member of the 'Australian Cooks and Butchers and Bakers Association'.
HISTORICAL PROLOGUE
In 1884, an entrepreneurial Scot, William Innes(1.) established the Federated Cooks & Stewards Union at Port Chalmers, Otago. Strangely enough the 1887 balance sheet stated "The federated Stewards and Cooks Union", but when Alfred Hindmarsh 2 was appointed Wellington branch President in 1894-1916 the Union reverted to its former name.
The statement of income and expenditure for1887 indicates a balance of fixed deposits in the"Bank of N.Z"of over 700 pounds (which amounts to in present day terms of over $100,000.
However, by the time of amalgamation with the Seamen's Union in December 1989 the Union was broke for the 3rd time in the last 16 years. Our only tangible asset being the Wellington building that had been purchased during my Presidency (1974-1982) To square the 'Union's insolvency before amalgamation with the 'Seaman’s to form the 'Seafarers Union' all our members were required to pay an extra 3 months dues on top of the 12 months already paid .
A balance sheet issued in June 1990 (6 months after amalgamation) the National Secretary of the Seafarers Union (Catering) stated at the A.G.M. in Wellington, he would like to thank the members of the former 'Cooks & Stewards Union' who made a principled stand in donating 3 months dues to the Union by agreeing to have deduction from earnings commence from 01 January instead of 01 April 1990'!
1 William Martin Innes was born at Anstruther, Scotland in 1831 where he trained as a fish cooper before heading to the goldfields at Ballarat and Gabriels Gulley. In 1863, with his mining earnings Innes bought land at Island Terrace, Port Chalmers; built a jetty, established a fishing industry; and married Mary Ann Hutton. As their 10 children reached adulthood, Innes built homes for them around his own, the area becoming known as Innesville!
Hiring out his fleet of sailing vessels who’s catches were smoked/cured
to supply visiting ships, Australian and local markets; and from the the
mid 1870's Union Steamship company vessels. Innes manufactured his
own 'Cod Liver Oil' which won awards locally and in Melbourne. The
extent of his trade in oysters was shown in one week in July 1873, when he
bought 4,800 dozen from Stewart Island. However, his attempts to
establish oyster beds (he fed them oatmeal) were unsuccessful due
to silting caused by dredging in the upper harbour.
In 1890, his association with the Union he had founded was terminated when they took him to court over the misuse of a 10 guinea travel payment. Wiliam Innes spent nearly 20 years on Port Chalmers councils which included 3 terms as mayor. When he died in 1917 all the vessels in port lowered their flags to half-mast.
Hiring out his fleet of sailing vessels who’s catches were smoked/cured to supply visiting ships, Australian and local markets; and from the the mid 1870's Union Steamship company vessels. Innes manufactured his own 'Cod Liver Oil' which won awards locally and in Melbourne. The extent of his trade in oysters was shown in one week in July 1873, when he bought 4,800 dozen from Stewart Island. However, his attempts to establish oyster beds (he fed them oatmeal) were unsuccessful due to silting caused by dredging in the upper harbour.
In 1890, his association with the Union he had founded was terminated when they took him to court over the misuse of a 10 guinea travel payment. Wiliam Innes spent nearly 20 years on Port Chalmers councils which included 3 terms as mayor. When he died in 1917 all the vessels in port lowered their flags to half-mast.
In 1890, his association with the Union he had founded was terminated when they took him to court over the misuse of a 10 guinea travel payment. Wiliam Innes spent nearly 20 years on Port Chalmers councils which included 3 terms as mayor. When he died in 1917 all the vessels in port lowered their flags to half-mast.
Hiring out his fleet of sailing vessels who’s catches were smoked/cured to supply visiting ships, Australian and local markets; and from the the mid 1870's Union Steamship company vessels. Innes manufactured his own 'Cod Liver Oil' which won awards locally and in Melbourne. The extent of his trade in oysters was shown in one week in July 1873, when he bought 4,800 dozen from Stewart Island. However, his attempts to establish oyster beds (he fed them oatmeal) were unsuccessful due to silting caused by dredging in the upper harbour.
In 1890, his association with the Union he had founded was terminated when they took him to court over the misuse of a 10 guinea travel payment. Wiliam Innes spent nearly 20 years on Port Chalmers councils which included 3 terms as mayor. When he died in 1917 all the vessels in port lowered their flags to half-mast.
2. Alfred Humphrey Hindmarsh. The Australian born Hindmarsh, a Dunedin trained lawyer was admitted to the Supreme Court of New Zealand as a Barrister and Solicitor at Christchurch in 1871. In the mid 1890s Hindmarsh became secretary of the Wellington Socialist Education League and later the foundation president of the of the Workers' Educational Association. In 1895, in addition to his role in the Cooks and Stewards Union, he became President of the Seamans Union's B branch in Wellington. During his tenure of the of the Seamans Union, Hindmarsh and the area secretary William Jones drew the ire of the Union's head office in Dunedin, by using branch monies to sue a local paper that had reputedly libeled Jones. Further conflict with head office witnessed the dismissal of both 'Hindmarsh and Jones', after a national ballot had sanctioned their ouster and the cancellation of the branch charter.Elected to Parliament in 1911 for the seat of Wellington South, Hindmarsh, despite a speech impediment, became leader of the independent Labour MPs'. Described as a cultured and pleasant man, Hindmarsh died during the influenza epidemic in 1918.
William Martin Innes. Port Chalmers' Early People. Ian Church
The Otago Daly Times. 1890-1970.
Harbourside Haven. Alex Innes.
The Dictionary of New Zealand Biography-Volume Three-1901-1921
INTRODUCTION
On attaining my majority I decided to apply for entry to the "Federated Cooks and Stewards Union. Being a time served butcher plus catering experience during my military training in the N.Z.Army ( C.M.T.) and an amateur cook (I still am) I was fairly sure in gaining employment on the Coast as it was known.
However, on appearing with my references and Army papers at the Unions cubbyhole of an office in down town Auckland, the Secretary rudely closed the hatch in the door in my face without bothering to peruse my credentials.
Later, this fellow Scot, now retired, would state in my actual presence in a local bar he was responsible for my admission to the Union... a claim that I neither confirmed nor denied.
In the next few years in between butcher’s jobs and working in the freezing works during the season I would regularly call at the Secretary’s office where the answer was always emphatically negative. During this period, I met a few persons who claimed to know the secretary quite well and said they would put in a good word for me.
By arrangement, one of them set up a meeting in a hotel.with the him at 5.p.m. one evening and, if the bar had not closed at 6 p.m. I probably would have run out of money buying drinks for all and sundry. One, who was a friend of an assistant steward, Willie another Scot, who was reputably influential; drank only whisky...and I did run out of money.
On my return from the U.K. I would learn 'Willie, the influential assistant steward' had become unemployable with the Union Steamship Company and as a consequence joined the Seaman’s Union as a motorman. I sailed with him twice and both times he was sacked for failing to turn to within 12 hours of joining the ship.
Taking Willie as a yard stick, this scenario appeared to be not entirely
uncommon among former members of the F.C.&S U. who could
usually find a home within the Seaman's Union as a mess-man or
motorman. Many of them were ex-home boat men, who usually blamed U.S.S Company
Chief stewards, whose secret reports could find a man
unemployable with the Coasts major employer.
This issue was resolved when the new President of the F.C.S.U. Don Nee (1972/73) agreed with my proposition that as our members were obliged to pay a $6 annual levy to pay off our bank loan for our shares in (Maritime Holdings) all should have started with a clean slate,when Tasman Union Ltd ( an Australian company jointly owned by N.Z.Maritime Holdings T.N.T.(Thomas Nationwide Transport) took over the Union Company in January 1972.
When T.N.T ( Thomas Nationwide Transport ) assumed control, the Union Company it had 47 ships and a staff of 3345 . A decade later it had downsized to 13 ships and 1619 staff.
The F.C.S.U. had purchased $20,000 shares in 'Maritime Holdings'.. the first time since the late 1870's that N.Z had again owned 50% of of the Union Company. In 1977, as the shares had been unprofitable during the time we had held them, I induced the membership to sell them, but continue with the levy to create a building fund for the buying of our own premises in Wellington.
In 1980 the Union bought the only building it had ever owned for $97,000.Situated in Vivian Street,it comprised of 2 small shops on the round floor,a car-wash operation out back and on the top floor,previously a brothel, as our office and boardroom.
This issue was resolved when the new President of the F.C.S.U. Don Nee (1972/73) agreed with my proposition that as our members were obliged to pay a $6 annual levy to pay off our bank loan for our shares in (Maritime Holdings) all should have started with a clean slate,when Tasman Union Ltd ( an Australian company jointly owned by N.Z.Maritime Holdings T.N.T.(Thomas Nationwide Transport) took over the Union Company in January 1972.
When T.N.T ( Thomas Nationwide Transport ) assumed control, the Union Company it had 47 ships and a staff of 3345 . A decade later it had downsized to 13 ships and 1619 staff.
The F.C.S.U. had purchased $20,000 shares in 'Maritime Holdings'.. the first time since the late 1870's that N.Z had again owned 50% of of the Union Company. In 1977, as the shares had been unprofitable during the time we had held them, I induced the membership to sell them, but continue with the levy to create a building fund for the buying of our own premises in Wellington.
In 1980 the Union bought the only building it had ever owned for $97,000.Situated in Vivian Street,it comprised of 2 small shops on the round floor,a car-wash operation out back and on the top floor,previously a brothel, as our office and boardroom.
LEAP IN THE DARK
By 1961 I had given up on shipping out with this obviously corrupt Union and decided to try my luck in the U.K. Two days after arrival I secured a job as an Vegetable Chef a 5th rate central London hotel. All hotel workers in this industry were given grandiose titles which meant absolutely nothing, as exemplified by the extremely poor wages and conditions earned by most.I prepared spuds and vegs, but was not allowed to cook them as that job was done by the 3rd chef: I was simply a "roustabout"... nothing more nothing less!
I shared a room with the grubby Irish scullion who's waistcoat contained enough grease to bake a tray of spuds off.
I advised him to visit Petticoat Lane or Romford market where I used to go on a Saturday as a schoolboy,where he could pick a cheap waterproof apron.But he claimed that he sent most of his wages back to Ireland and what was left... to the local catholic church. He went to 'mass' every morning before work, which I found amiss as he rarely went out at night.
After putting up with Paddy's less than hygienic bedroom habits for two weeks I informed the chef I wanted a raise and one of the spare rooms or I was quitting. I got the room,but under no circumstances would she consider more money for a job that, in all honesty a monkey could have done.
Over a month later I used my next day off --which was one day in seven and at the Chefs discretion-- to activate my sea-going career with a visit to Labour Pool for Seamen in Dock Street with my New Zealand references and British passport. In my naivety, I figured that with twenty thousand seamen shipping out on British registered ships from the port of London, there had to be a berth for a Kiwi butcher.
Again, I was in for a disappointment, when the clerk informed me all ex-pats were now required to be back in the U. K. for at least 2 years before being eligible for membership of the N.U.S. As I reeled out the door in shock, a Cockney drunk entering, obviously assuming I was foreigner (I had a great tan, black hair and mustache) shouted in my face ‘England for the English’, yeah right).
Meanwhile back at the [Savoy] pondering my next career move, I seriously considered returning to butchering; kiwi butchers had a good reputation in the London, and, inquirer's at a local 'Sainburys' (London's largest meat retailers) revealed I could expect ready employment as a butcher/counter hand in one of their city shops. However, as reasonably priced single rooms were difficult to find in the metropolitan area as relative to income, I decided to stay my hand until I had discussed the situation with my Aunt Molly who lived in 'Harrow on the Hill' some 45 minutes by Tube from central London. I had last saw Molly in 1954 when she was a stewardess on the 'Duquessa',then a largest refrigeration ship afloat when it came to N.Z. in 1954.
A month later, I journeyed to this pleasant little borough to
meet up with Molly,now retired after 40 years at sea, and her husband Mac who was still employed in the
shipping industry. I explained my predicament to Molly, and was told Mac who
was Chief Superintendent Catering, for the Furness/Whithy line, would
fix things up. When Mac arrived home that evening, he confirmed he would
find me work in his company, and advised me to give the [Savoy]
notice.
Three weeks later, (minus mustache) I joined
the 'M.V. Hornby Grange' at Amsterdam, Holland, as an
assistant cook. The ship was at anchor in the stream, and during this time the
butcher had taken his accumulated time off, to return to the U.K. As a
consequence, I was required to perform his duties, which amounted to around 2
hours a day. Frankly, I was astonished that a ship with only 14 passengers and
some 40 odd crew would have required the services of a full time butcher.
On his return, the butcher immediately proclaimed to all and sundry that under no circumstances would he consider accepting the dual position of butcher/ assistant cook and would be paying off on arrival back in the U.K. To boot, he accused me of trying to steal his job and as I was obliged to share a cabin with this Welsh militant it did make life rather difficult.
It also came about he had lived in Dunedin, Otago for a few years, and was quite bitter about his turbulent marriage and divorce from a N.Z. woman.
The irony was, I did not want this newly created position of butcher/assistant cook, for the simple reason the Chief Cook, was one of those old timers who wasn't keen in passing on knowledge; likewise the Baker, another Welshman of similar sentiments. I decided there was no point in wasting my time here and spent a considerable effort convincing the butcher to swallow his pride and remain in the ship at the conclusion of this voyage.
Back in the London 6 weeks later, although out of a job, I had what I had come 12,000 miles for, a"British Seaman's
Union book", which would allow me to legally ship out. Pay-off was on board, with the N.S.U. agent collecting Union dues, stamping
books and soliciting donations for various causes.
Mac also came on board and was emphatic
I remain with his company and promised he would try and line me up with
a more progressive cook on my next ship. In the meantime, he advised me to
secure a job in a hotel near Harrow, which I was able to do within a few days
of quitting the ship.
THE KINGS HEAD
Gantry with painting of King Henry the V111 (1491-1547)
During Henry's 36 year reign, nearly 10,000 were reputedly put to death by the Crown, some allegedly on this very spot.
The white building on the left of the gantry is the Kings Head Hotel,formerly Henry's hunting lodge. In the early 18th Century this building was transformed into a hotel,which up to the time of its closure in the 1980's was London's 2nd oldest extant licensed hotel
My job in this historic establishment (it was the 2ndoldest
Harrow Trust
During Henry's 36 year reign, nearly 10,000 were reputedly put to death by the Crown, some allegedly on this very spot.
The white building on the left of the gantry is the Kings Head Hotel,formerly Henry's hunting lodge. In the early 18th Century this building was transformed into a hotel,which up to the time of its closure in the 1980's was London's 2nd oldest extant licensed hotel
My job in this historic establishment (it was the 2ndoldest
extant hotel in London) was breakfast chef (I was coming up in the world) preparing a simple breakfast for the few live in guests and staff and, apart from the poor accommodation, the wages, and the unassuming, gregarious kitchen staff more than compensated. Stan the head chef was polish as was the 2nd chef and the rouse-about. They had all been together in the Polish Army during the War and had elected to stay in England at the cessation of hostilities.All of them were married to English women with families.
Stan ran a tight ship and everyone was totally engaged during the working day! At the beginning of my 2nd week, Stan, seeing I was committed and apparently tireless, slipped me enough money to buy proper Chefs clothes...tall hat, choker, the lot, so I could take my place when private functions were held in the V.I.P room.
Stan ran a tight ship and everyone was totally engaged during the working day! At the beginning of my 2nd week, Stan, seeing I was committed and apparently tireless, slipped me enough money to buy proper Chefs clothes...tall hat, choker, the lot, so I could take my place when private functions were held in the V.I.P room.
This area, replete with baby grand, modern bar and large antique
dining tables which could easily accommodate a dozen persons.At some
of these soiree's, a professional pianist would play a medley of old
English ballads which was in pleasant contrast to the Beatle-mania now sweeping
the Country. The historical ambiance of the location, the music; well dressed and men and
women was certainly impressive... to someone who had spent the last decade in the 'Antipodes'.
Stan, with great flair executed the "Flambe dishes
and Grills" close and up front. My tasks were to carve the
joints of meat on request, and later, wheel around a
large trolley with deserts and confections "I had never heard off" made by the local "French
Patisserie." Stan, enlightened me what they consisted off and how to pronounce their names.
I became fairly proficient in this area, despite the Assistant general managers snide remarks that my "Lingua Franca" was on about par with my native language? This English worthy who was the only foreigner in our department tried to sack me when he found me in the public bar late one Saturday night. Employees were discouraged from drinking in any of the hotels bars unless properly attired and invited...I was.Stan kicked up hell, and this pretentious wannabe wisely let it drop.
A weekly visitor to the main dining room was the controversial Conservative M.P. Gerald Nabarro who's favourite repast
When Nabbaro was knighted in 1963 I was actually present at the celebratory luncheon in thwas a medium rare double Lamb cutlet, which only Stan was allowed to cook. Nabbaro also used the V.I.P. room to entertain fellow Parliamentarians; his Kidderminster Electorate committee and some Dons from the nearby 'Harrow Public School'.After these events which was overseen by the Assistant Manager to much bowing and scraping,Stan would distribute the kitchen staffs (grzywlet) which I understood to be Polish for gratuities,which would sometimes... exceed my weekly wage!
1 Sir Gerald Nabbaro entered Parliament in 1950 as member for Kidderminster: was a proponent of Capital punishment; supported Enoch Powell's "Rivers of Blood" speech; opposed Britain's entry into the 'European Common Market' and was Parliaments leading environmentalist!
e V.I.P. room with an excess of the bowing and scraping ritual... including me.
1 Sir Gerald Nabbaro entered Parliament in 1950 as member for Kidderminster: was a proponent of Capital punishment; supported Enoch Powell's "Rivers of Blood" speech; opposed Britain's entry into the 'European Common Market' and was Parliaments leading environmentalist!
e V.I.P. room with an excess of the bowing and scraping ritual... including me.
His private members bill on "pollution and smog" (which I had witnessed in London as a schoolboy in 1948, that brought the City's transport to a virtually standstill) led to the 1956 "Clean Air Act" the worlds first "genuine anti-pollution legislation. Nabbaro was also responsible for bringing electricity to the Country's remote villages and Hamlets.
Barely 3 months after commencing work at the "Kings Head" on my weekly visit to Molly and Mac's house in Harrow,Molly informed me Mac had a position lined up for me and to give Stan, my notice. When I demurred about leaving this well paid and very interesting job,Molly spoke of ingratitude and obligations. On explaining the situation to Stan he recognized my predicament and wished me well.
Two weeks later I joined the 9,234 tons. S.S. Hardwicke Grange at London's K.G.5 dock as an assistant cook and butcher. This was the Company's newest ship and the butchers shop was state of the art, with even a rail from the freezer to the shop for the transportation of carcasses and heavy boxes (which Molly proudly claimed was a result of Mac’s input, when the vessel was being designed.
Ron, the Chief Cook was from the Midlands, a few years younger
than me, and had been in the game since leaving school. Jim the baker, a
sunny Scot, came from my home town and could not have been more helpful in
sharing his knowledge of baking, which I found a lot more complex
than galley work.
Seventeen days later and 6,579 miles from
London the 'Hardwicke' arrived at 'Buenos Airies'1, the "Capital of Argentina."
That evening the baker and I went to the Catholic 'Mission to Seamen' and despite it being a Sunday, a dance was in full swing with alcohol being available.Entering into conversation with the elderly barmaid who had a pronounced Irish accent I casually enquired how long she been in the country? and was astonished to hear she had been born here.
A few nights later I went with the cook to a German restaurant where the waitresses spoke Spanish in a guttural tone. I would learn that many people although born in Argentina, tended to mix and marry into their own cultural groups; therefore were inclined to speak Spanish differently from the fairly dulcet tones of the so called Portenos (port people.) In the warm weather the crowds strolling in the streets showed the unique Argentinian profile of the mixture's of the people's of Europe.
Within 3 days our cargo was discharged and our passenger's replaced by a party of scientists bound for Patagonia,some 800 miles to the south of B.A.
On arrival at the area,which had been settled by Welsh sheep farmers in the mid-19th century,the Hardwicke was obliged to anchor out as the small port was unable to take a ship of this size. For the next 4 days,2 barges capable of 100 sheep each made the short journey from the shore to the ship from dawn to dusk.On arrival on board the sheep were slaughtered,dressed and taken below to be frozen.
After leaving this cold and remote place the Hardwicke headed back north,bypassing B.A. and sailing 177 miles up the Rio Parana to the the industrial complex of Rasario, Argentina's major depot for its meat exports:and the birth place in 1928 of the renowned revolutionary Che Guevara.
Returning to B.A.to pick up passenger's and mail, the ship then crossed the 200 mile wide Rio de la Plata 2. to Montevideo, the capital Uruguay.
A day later,now fully loaded,the 'Hardwicke' departed for the port of Vigo in northern Spain. Vigo, only 12 miles from the Portuguese border was a deep sea fishing Port;full of large trawlers,factory ships and numerous dockside bars that sold bottles of "Bicardi Rum" at half the price in London. Later that night we sailed for Amsterdam where all of the frozen sheep and passengers were unloaded. 2 days later we were back in London, at the completion of a voyage that had taken 55 days.
Within hours the Company's shore crew had arrived including their permanent cook who would remain in the ship until its next sailing.I was requested to work by with the cook and during the 17 days the vessel was in port he and I became good friends. The following day 'Mac" came on board and mentioned that the meat consumption for the voyage was down 37%. Frankly this did not surprise me as Ron had informed me of his problems with my predecessor which had included cooking far too much meat, most of which had been dumped before arrival back in the U.K.
9 months later my time in this great job came to an end when Mac came on board and informed me he had booked me into the next "Board of Trade Cooks Certification class" and I would not be returning to the "Hardwicke Grange."
1 Established by Spain in 1536,successive cycles of predominately Spanish and Italian immigrants had made sure the Capital's architecture had retained the finest of European culture (the city was known as the "Paris of the South". They had also ensured that the Country's President was constitutionally required to be a "Roman Catholic"(it was amended in 1994). During the first World War, Argentina's exports had so enriched the nation, that in its aftermath it was able to finance the constructions of 'Buenos Aries' Subway system and updated its gas, electric, and sewer installations. The Country had done pretty well out of the second World War as well and, I distinctly remember my mother cooking with 'Argentinian' powdered eggs'.
2. Although classed as the widest river in the world, the Rio de la Plata begins in 'Brazil' and meanders through 'Uruguay' to combine with the 'Rio Parana' to form an estuary.
THE ANCHOR INN
After paying off the Hardwicke I booked into the Anchor Inn in Canning town which was close to the school in Dock street. This was a fairly new seaman's mission run by the Catholic church on a strictly professional basis.Only genuine seamen were allowed in and their was no credit.Serious drinking was not encouraged and bad language was not tolerated as this was also a family establishment.
Strangely enough, during my 2 months stay at the Anchor I never saw a priest,not even when the church brought in some 20 odd nurses for the fortnightly Saturday night dance.It was at one dance evening, I met Percy and his school teacher Maori wife whom I had known in N.Z.
It was also at the Anchor that I made the acquaintance of a loquacious steward by the name of John Prescott, who had a marked regional accent and appeared to have a connection with the N.U.S. and the Labour party.
Nearly 30 years after I met him at the Anchor Inn,Prescott had become Labour M.P. for 'Kingston upon Hull',which he would retain for the next 40 years. After becoming deputy leader of the party,Prescott was chosen by John Smith to give to give the closing speech at the 1993 conference in Brighton.
His peroration drew the attention from a reporter from the 'Times'who claimed Prescott's confrontation with the English language left it--bleeding and slumped on the ropes. The very thought of a Prescott transcript is laughable:yet,somehow, everybody knows what he means!
On John Smith's untimely demise,Prescott's beautiful people Tony Blair,Gordon Brown and Robin cook took control of the party. In his 2008 Publication "Docks to Downing Street"Prescott in my story describes in detail his decade of being deputy in the Blair and Brown governments. On Labour's defeat in the 2010 election the former ships steward swapped his pinafore for a Lords Regalia and now sits on his ample butt in that August assembly as "Lord Prescott".
The Red Ensign Club
Mr Chan, the lone tutor at the school was an articulate Londoner of mixed Scottish and Asian ancestry who, on our very first morning, laid down the rules for acceptance into his kitchen .
Punctuality was required and absenteeism meant disqualification.
No smoking during classes or drinking during the lunch break, there was a well known Bar on the premises.
All entrants must have proper chefs attire, including hats, aprons and hand towels.
One carving knife, one boning knife and a butcher's steel.
6 weeks later, the day before the test, I noted concern among a few, when the Tutor announced that an official from the 'Board of Trade' would be conducting the examination. Fortunately, Mr Chan had advised the class what the test would consist of a few days previously, thus giving us time to prepare puff pastry and a few other time consuming items beforehand. Thanks to this fine man's tuition and encouragement, all passed and were granted certification. After an impressive presentation ceremony, 14 newly minted 'Board of Trade' nautical cooks retired to a nearby hotel to celebrate (the bar in the Red Ensign club was avoided as it always appeared to be frequented by impoverished mariners.) Two hours later the 'graduates' dispersed, vowing to keep in touch, but none of our paths ever crossed again.
My time at the school had been invaluable but costly, and as I had informed 'Mac' I would be paying my own way as I intended to return to N.Z. having received word my sister was quite quite ill. 3 days later 'Mac' rang me at the 'Anchor Inn' to offer me an assistant cook's/ baker's position on the 6,858 iron ore carrier M.V. Oregis and, as I needed the money for my return to N.Z., I promptly accepted. After travelling to "Barrow on Furness" I boarded the ship and met the cook, a wiry Dutch Asiatic, who, before I had virtually unpacked my suitcase, commenced lecturing me on the evils of English imperialism.
During the voyage to 'Sierra Leone' the cook spurned my offer to do his butchering and refused to give me the recipe's for his tasty Indonesian dishes he put on twice weekly. He was a loner and virtually had nothing to do with anyone except the 2nd Steward to whom he would hand the following days menu. The 2nd, claimed the cooks bias against the English was primarily due to his daughter having married one, and,who was also not off their faith.
The 2nd steward performed many of the Chief Stewards duties,
which included preparing and typing the Menu. It appeared the bowler had
never served time in the galley and virtually knew nothing about cooking.
When I asked the 2nd, why he put up with it, his succinct reply
was ''to prevent his wife's family in Ireland ...from dying of starvation!
However, I failed to notice any distress in Belfast or Dublin when the 'Hardwicke Grange' had once discharged chilled meat at these ports on the way back from South America. On the contrary, the pubs in these dismal cities were full of the locals drinking their vastly overrated national beverage.
Sierra Leone, had acquired infamy as the principal West African from where slaves had been dispatched to the New World for over 200 hundred years. It was now renowned for its Military Coups (3 in one year) since achieving independence. Although English was the official language, 17 different dialects were also spoken among the christian and Muslim population which along with corruption was responsible for the country's civil wars which finally ended in 2002, when England, the former colonial power, finally interceded.
Freetown, its capital was a depressing place with hoard's of black children roaming the streets, and beggars and bar women on the make, struggling to survive. Independence had meant little to the vast majority here and one pondered if their lot would have better if their fore-bearers remained among the 13 million blacks transported to the new world throughout the 300 hundred years of slavery.
After departing this blighted place, the cook refused to work...citing heat exhaustion. I was skeptical, as the previous day as the 2nd steward had informed me the cook and the bowler had been arguing over victualing costs and despite I had little time for either,I would have supported the cook, if he had told me prior to this incident.
When it was obvious the cook had given work away entirely, the bowler ordered one of the catering boys into the galley to assist me, where he would remain until we arrive back in the U.K.
Perusal of the wages chits handed out by the 2nd steward steward at "Port Talbot" showed no increase in overtime for the boy or myself for the long hours we had spent in the galley. I took this up with the bowler and told I him this was not good enough to be promptly told what to do if I didn't like it!
Later that day, the new cook arrived with his girlfriend Gina and appeared in the galley with a large 'Star of David' prominently displayed around his thick neck. Dave was a solid expansive 30 year old Jew who came from "Aldgate East" and when I mentioned I had my apparel tailor made by a Max Cohen claimed kinship.
Dave was as a pleasure to work with and the tension our department had been labouring under soon disappeared. This was partly due to the attractive Gina, who apparently was only half-Jewish and whom everybody, including the officers, liked. Strangely enough, although only officers wives were allowed to stay on board in port, no one questioned Gina's presence.
Years later, when the the topic of trips for wives/partners at sea on N.Z. ships became a contentious issue, what I had witnessed on the 'Oregis' with Gina---certainly affected my thinking and strategy in circumventing the die-hard misogynists in the Union which included the General Secretary.
In conjunction with the Biennial elections I instituted a Referendum (The first and last ever held in the Union) on 3 issues of which this was one. Naturally, in the privacy of their own homes "Wives at sea" was carried easily.
However, I failed to notice any distress in Belfast or Dublin when the 'Hardwicke Grange' had once discharged chilled meat at these ports on the way back from South America. On the contrary, the pubs in these dismal cities were full of the locals drinking their vastly overrated national beverage.
Sierra Leone, had acquired infamy as the principal West African from where slaves had been dispatched to the New World for over 200 hundred years. It was now renowned for its Military Coups (3 in one year) since achieving independence. Although English was the official language, 17 different dialects were also spoken among the christian and Muslim population which along with corruption was responsible for the country's civil wars which finally ended in 2002, when England, the former colonial power, finally interceded.
Freetown, its capital was a depressing place with hoard's of black children roaming the streets, and beggars and bar women on the make, struggling to survive. Independence had meant little to the vast majority here and one pondered if their lot would have better if their fore-bearers remained among the 13 million blacks transported to the new world throughout the 300 hundred years of slavery.
After departing this blighted place, the cook refused to work...citing heat exhaustion. I was skeptical, as the previous day as the 2nd steward had informed me the cook and the bowler had been arguing over victualing costs and despite I had little time for either,I would have supported the cook, if he had told me prior to this incident.
When it was obvious the cook had given work away entirely, the bowler ordered one of the catering boys into the galley to assist me, where he would remain until we arrive back in the U.K.
Perusal of the wages chits handed out by the 2nd steward steward at "Port Talbot" showed no increase in overtime for the boy or myself for the long hours we had spent in the galley. I took this up with the bowler and told I him this was not good enough to be promptly told what to do if I didn't like it!
Later that day, the new cook arrived with his girlfriend Gina and appeared in the galley with a large 'Star of David' prominently displayed around his thick neck. Dave was a solid expansive 30 year old Jew who came from "Aldgate East" and when I mentioned I had my apparel tailor made by a Max Cohen claimed kinship.
Dave was as a pleasure to work with and the tension our department had been labouring under soon disappeared. This was partly due to the attractive Gina, who apparently was only half-Jewish and whom everybody, including the officers, liked. Strangely enough, although only officers wives were allowed to stay on board in port, no one questioned Gina's presence.
Years later, when the the topic of trips for wives/partners at sea on N.Z. ships became a contentious issue, what I had witnessed on the 'Oregis' with Gina---certainly affected my thinking and strategy in circumventing the die-hard misogynists in the Union which included the General Secretary.
In conjunction with the Biennial elections I instituted a Referendum (The first and last ever held in the Union) on 3 issues of which this was one. Naturally, in the privacy of their own homes "Wives at sea" was carried easily.
The voyage to Tunisia was very pleasant with a man who was not only intelligent
and witty, but had no qualms about passing on his skills. I reciprocated
by showing Dave the finer points of butchering.
We arrived in Tunis, the capital of this small North African country sandwiched between Algeria and Libya on a beautiful sunny day. Dave who had been here a few times before claimed 2% of the population were Jews, many of whom held posts in the Arab/Berber government of the lSorbonne educated, socialist secular lawyer, Habib Bourguiba who had previously been imprisoned and exiled by the French.
We arrived in Tunis, the capital of this small North African country sandwiched between Algeria and Libya on a beautiful sunny day. Dave who had been here a few times before claimed 2% of the population were Jews, many of whom held posts in the Arab/Berber government of the lSorbonne educated, socialist secular lawyer, Habib Bourguiba who had previously been imprisoned and exiled by the French.
After gaining independence from France in 1956, Bourguiba became Prime Minister(sans Ataturk) promptly abolished sharia law: land belonging to clerics: disposed the "Bey of Tunis,"all religious schools and proclaimed himself the protector of women (its on his tombstone. At age 83, Bourguiba was removed from office in a bloodless coup and died a decade later.
That same afternoon Dave gave me the afternoon off so I could visit the remnants of ancient city of "Carthage" which the Romans had leveled to the ground and salted after the 3rd Punic war which saw the defeat if Hannibal Barca in 146 B.C.
Later that evening Dave, Gina, the boys and I took in the ports "Souk" where I witnessed sights and sounds I had only seen in Hollywood movies;bread being baked in small brick charcoal ovens; monkeys and birds of all hues, and the ladies of the night advertising prices in Arabic on shingles of their tawdry little shacks.
After leaving Tunis I let Dave know the reasons why I would be paying off back I in the U.K.; and for the rest of the voyage he brought Ben the catering boy into the galley for 4 hours every day to coach him for his elevation to my position, assuming the bowler would agree---he didn't.
12 days later we sailed up the Manchester canal to unload the ships cargo of potash at Irlam.
That same afternoon Dave gave me the afternoon off so I could visit the remnants of ancient city of "Carthage" which the Romans had leveled to the ground and salted after the 3rd Punic war which saw the defeat if Hannibal Barca in 146 B.C.
Later that evening Dave, Gina, the boys and I took in the ports "Souk" where I witnessed sights and sounds I had only seen in Hollywood movies;bread being baked in small brick charcoal ovens; monkeys and birds of all hues, and the ladies of the night advertising prices in Arabic on shingles of their tawdry little shacks.
After leaving Tunis I let Dave know the reasons why I would be paying off back I in the U.K.; and for the rest of the voyage he brought Ben the catering boy into the galley for 4 hours every day to coach him for his elevation to my position, assuming the bowler would agree---he didn't.
12 days later we sailed up the Manchester canal to unload the ships cargo of potash at Irlam.
The following day the cook gave me the afternoon off to visit my cousin
Jennifer who was completing a nursing course at Walton hospital, Liverpool: I
had not seen Jennifer since we were school kids during the War, as she was
now domiciled in Canada.
It would be another 40 years until we met again ....on the other side of the world. The following day paying off in the shipping office I took the opportunity to have a word with the bowler, who was picking up my replacement, about his negativity, and total lack of galley experience that hardly qualified him to be head of a catering department, however small. Although he huffed and puffed and snorted, he did not reply.
.
I would later sail with Chief Steward's and 'Steward in Charge'on the Kiwi coast who literally could not boil an egg, knew the difference between lamb and mutton;were incapable of doing simple bookkeeping and dressed like street people! At least, the bowler remained sober during the day and looked the part on board and ashore ...in spite of his bizarre head gear.
Back in London, I booked into the 'Anchor Inn' whilst arranging my passage by air, back to New Zealand. Visiting the Mac and Molly before I left, Mac was confident I would be back before he retired: Molly was not so certain, despite my leaving some of my personal gear at their house. Molly's intuition would proved correct and I was never to see this fine man who had done so much for me or my forthright Aunt, ever again.
It would be another 40 years until we met again ....on the other side of the world. The following day paying off in the shipping office I took the opportunity to have a word with the bowler, who was picking up my replacement, about his negativity, and total lack of galley experience that hardly qualified him to be head of a catering department, however small. Although he huffed and puffed and snorted, he did not reply.
.
I would later sail with Chief Steward's and 'Steward in Charge'on the Kiwi coast who literally could not boil an egg, knew the difference between lamb and mutton;were incapable of doing simple bookkeeping and dressed like street people! At least, the bowler remained sober during the day and looked the part on board and ashore ...in spite of his bizarre head gear.
Back in London, I booked into the 'Anchor Inn' whilst arranging my passage by air, back to New Zealand. Visiting the Mac and Molly before I left, Mac was confident I would be back before he retired: Molly was not so certain, despite my leaving some of my personal gear at their house. Molly's intuition would proved correct and I was never to see this fine man who had done so much for me or my forthright Aunt, ever again.
Mac and Molly
On checking out of the 'Anchor Inn', I stashed my suitcase containing my winter clothes,shoes and other heavy gear in their left luggage room, advising management I would pick it up later: which turned out to be 10 years later, and unsurprisingly...it was gone.
On checking out of the 'Anchor Inn', I stashed my suitcase containing my winter clothes,shoes and other heavy gear in their left luggage room, advising management I would pick it up later: which turned out to be 10 years later, and unsurprisingly...it was gone.
I
arrived back in the 'City of Sails' (Auckland has more sailing craft then any other city 'per capita' in the world) with my total wealth of 50 English pounds in
my Argentinian pigskin wallet. Little had changed during in my absence;
the notorious " 6 o'clock swill"1.was still in force and hotels remained
closed on Sundays and public holidays---to the satisfaction and profit of
the Liquor Trade.
NZ.also had the highest consumption of bottled beer 'per- capita' which was no doubt boosted by the prolific numbers of illicit after hours city beer house operators...despite the clampdown over recent Bassett Road murders.2.
My family had left the inner city for the dry(no alcohol outlets) Western suburb of 'New Lynn' where, despite having the railway track running through the middle of town, the "Country's first Mall" (minus a roof) had recently opened.
NZ.also had the highest consumption of bottled beer 'per- capita' which was no doubt boosted by the prolific numbers of illicit after hours city beer house operators...despite the clampdown over recent Bassett Road murders.2.
My family had left the inner city for the dry(no alcohol outlets) Western suburb of 'New Lynn' where, despite having the railway track running through the middle of town, the "Country's first Mall" (minus a roof) had recently opened.
My sister appeared to be in good health and had little to say about her illness and, frankly, I wondered why my mother had induced me to return. However, jobs were still plentiful with the N.Z. Herald and the Auckland Star advertising half a dozen positions for butchers,ever day.
On my 2nd day back, I called in at the office of the 'Cooks& Stewards Union' to inquire about my prospects for admission. Unsurprisingly, the Secretary recognized me and asked where I had been, claiming a job had been available for me some two years ago.
This, of course, was nonsense , as he had always declined to take even my name or address. He showed complete indifference, when I produced my British Seaman's discharge book, and had the temerity to tell me that my Nautical Cooks ticket from the "Board of Trade" in London, meant little in New Zealand.
A few days later I started work in a West Auckland butcher's shop at a good wage and the usual free meat for the household. The following month, I arranged with my employer for the afternoon off, to travel to town to arrange my return to London by air or if possible by ship.
My visit to the Peninsular and Orient's shipping office in the City
confirmed they could arrange a one way trip to the U.K. in a galley position on
a British articled vessel at short notice. Seamen paying off sick or
deserting their ships prior to it departing had once be very common in
N.Z. However, is was less prevalent now, as seamen who were
apprehended spent a month in prison before being deported.
My brother in-law had suffered this fate, but had been allowed to stay as he was established and had family here. My brother, who had originally been a legal immigrant, but left and then re-entered the country illegally never had any problems probably because he was a member of the 'craft'.
My brother in-law had suffered this fate, but had been allowed to stay as he was established and had family here. My brother, who had originally been a legal immigrant, but left and then re-entered the country illegally never had any problems probably because he was a member of the 'craft'.
Before leaving town, I thought I would pay my respects to the man in the Palmerston building and inform him I would no longer be bothering to him for admission to his Union--it probably would have been easier joining the Masonic Lodge!
Surprisingly, for the first time in umpteen visits, the door to the office was open and genial fresh faced elderly man (Mr. Greaves) asked me my business. Emboldened, I produced all my credentials and was astonished to be told "why your just the sort of young man we are looking for". I was then advised to leave my job and find one where it would be possible to quit without giving a week’s notice.
After leaving the butcher's shop I sought engagement at 'Crown Lynn Potteries', where I was pretty sure production would not cease...if I walked out the door. On my first day day, the personnel officer gave me and another rouse-about a spiel on the history of pottery in the area, waxing lyrically on their modern policies that could see people like us, in management positions within a fairly short period.
At 11.am on my third day at 'Crown Lynn' (I was still a rouse-about) my sister received a call by the relieving Secretary Mr.Greeves for me to contact him; I was now the new chief cook on a collier and would be required to be on board within the hour.
1. Alcohol
and the New Zealand 6 o'clock Swill.
In common with most of Pacific neighbours Maori had no intoxicating beverages. Kava a narcotic extract from the Kawakawa tree (micropiper excelcrium) was utilized by them as a stimulant and medicine. The settlement at Kawakawa is named after the forgotten custom of Kava.
On the 21st November 1791 on H.M.S.Discovery, George Vancouver (a midshipman of Cook's on the "Resolution" and whom the city of 'Vancouver' is named after:entered into the Captains log, left Dusky Sound with a plentiful supply of smoked/salted fish and 'Rimu and Manuka' for brewing beer.
41 years later in the North Island town of Kororareka (Russell) Joel Polack established New Zealand's first commercial Brewery. Polack, an educated 'Jew' who wrote two books about NZ, maintained the sole purpose of his Brewery was to counteract the sale of deleterious imported spirits available at the Bay of Islands grog shops.
One of the Country's earliest 'duelists', Polack would duel twice with the same man on the same beach, defending his turf, had no sooner opened his doors than the 'Bays' nascent 'Temperance Society' tried to close him and the Grog shops down.
By the time the Colony's Capital had been transferred to Auckland in 1841, drunkenness was becoming a serious social problem. To compound the matter, most of the first 7 men publicly hanged in NZ primarily blamed the demon drink for their downfall giving credence to the 'Temperance' Society's demand for total Prohibition.
In the first 2 decades of the 20th Century, to appease the 'Prohibitionists', punitive licensing laws were enacted by Parliament, that came close their demands; only the gerrymandering of the ballot by the politicians ( requiring a 2/3rds majority) saved the Country from going dry.
In 1916, an "Efficiency Board" set up by the Government to advise on the prosecution of the war effort, recommended that 6 o'clock closing be imposed as a "Temporary" measure for the duration of the conflict"."49 years after [the war -to end all wars] this "temporary wartime measure" was finally repealed by pressure from the young MP's within the National Government; "operators' in the Country's burgeoning ‘Tourism Industry’ and by a ballot of all taxpayers over the age of 21 years
2. The Bassett Road Murders.
"According to the talk on the 'Coast" the man who reputedly supplied the sub-machine gun for the crime was a well know cook and, allegedly, a high Union official. Initially, it was presumed, the murders were over business rivalry, but it would be revealed years afterwards, that it was over the affections of a young woman...2 men had lost their lives.
The Basset road Murders.Scot Bainbridge.2003
KAITANGATA
At 1.40.P.M.I boarded the 2486 ton Union Company collier at Wynyard wharf where the 16 year old vessel had bee laid up for its annual survey. On entering the galley I beheld the spectacle of a semi-naked man trying to ignite the oil fired range with a wad of burning newspaper.
This was Joe, who's attire of singlet, shorts and jandals (flipflops) appeared to be the standard dress for assistant cooks on the Kiwi coast.
Despite being on board from the previous day Joe admitted he had no idea how this contraption worked,as he had never been in the galley before. I called in an engineer who quickly established the problem as a blocked fuel line.
Shortly afterwards the Chief Steward turned up and, aware I was a new cook on the Coast was extremely helpful in explaining how the Catering system worked in Union Steamship Company vessels :and he passed over the last cook's "Bill of Fare" which, once I had time to study, showed a repetitive weekly Menu. The standing joke was you could tell the day of the week by it . Ron the Chief Steward was a Canadian who had sailed with Joe before as a steward and called him a lazy Aussie drunk. This was soon borne out when I asked Joe to blanch the chips and saute the onions for the evening meal, to be told he was not required to do any cooking and he had done the Union a favour in taking the job( a claim, I would hear quite a few times at the beginning of my time on the Coast.
In common with most of Pacific neighbours Maori had no intoxicating beverages. Kava a narcotic extract from the Kawakawa tree (micropiper excelcrium) was utilized by them as a stimulant and medicine. The settlement at Kawakawa is named after the forgotten custom of Kava.
On the 21st November 1791 on H.M.S.Discovery, George Vancouver (a midshipman of Cook's on the "Resolution" and whom the city of 'Vancouver' is named after:entered into the Captains log, left Dusky Sound with a plentiful supply of smoked/salted fish and 'Rimu and Manuka' for brewing beer.
41 years later in the North Island town of Kororareka (Russell) Joel Polack established New Zealand's first commercial Brewery. Polack, an educated 'Jew' who wrote two books about NZ, maintained the sole purpose of his Brewery was to counteract the sale of deleterious imported spirits available at the Bay of Islands grog shops.
One of the Country's earliest 'duelists', Polack would duel twice with the same man on the same beach, defending his turf, had no sooner opened his doors than the 'Bays' nascent 'Temperance Society' tried to close him and the Grog shops down.
By the time the Colony's Capital had been transferred to Auckland in 1841, drunkenness was becoming a serious social problem. To compound the matter, most of the first 7 men publicly hanged in NZ primarily blamed the demon drink for their downfall giving credence to the 'Temperance' Society's demand for total Prohibition.
In the first 2 decades of the 20th Century, to appease the 'Prohibitionists', punitive licensing laws were enacted by Parliament, that came close their demands; only the gerrymandering of the ballot by the politicians ( requiring a 2/3rds majority) saved the Country from going dry.
In 1916, an "Efficiency Board" set up by the Government to advise on the prosecution of the war effort, recommended that 6 o'clock closing be imposed as a "Temporary" measure for the duration of the conflict"."49 years after [the war -to end all wars] this "temporary wartime measure" was finally repealed by pressure from the young MP's within the National Government; "operators' in the Country's burgeoning ‘Tourism Industry’ and by a ballot of all taxpayers over the age of 21 years
2. The Bassett Road Murders.
"According to the talk on the 'Coast" the man who reputedly supplied the sub-machine gun for the crime was a well know cook and, allegedly, a high Union official. Initially, it was presumed, the murders were over business rivalry, but it would be revealed years afterwards, that it was over the affections of a young woman...2 men had lost their lives.
The Basset road Murders.Scot Bainbridge.2003
KAITANGATA
At 1.40.P.M.I boarded the 2486 ton Union Company collier at Wynyard wharf where the 16 year old vessel had bee laid up for its annual survey. On entering the galley I beheld the spectacle of a semi-naked man trying to ignite the oil fired range with a wad of burning newspaper.
This was Joe, who's attire of singlet, shorts and jandals (flipflops) appeared to be the standard dress for assistant cooks on the Kiwi coast.
Despite being on board from the previous day Joe admitted he had no idea how this contraption worked,as he had never been in the galley before. I called in an engineer who quickly established the problem as a blocked fuel line.
Shortly afterwards the Chief Steward turned up and, aware I was a new cook on the Coast was extremely helpful in explaining how the Catering system worked in Union Steamship Company vessels :and he passed over the last cook's "Bill of Fare" which, once I had time to study, showed a repetitive weekly Menu. The standing joke was you could tell the day of the week by it . Ron the Chief Steward was a Canadian who had sailed with Joe before as a steward and called him a lazy Aussie drunk. This was soon borne out when I asked Joe to blanch the chips and saute the onions for the evening meal, to be told he was not required to do any cooking and he had done the Union a favour in taking the job( a claim, I would hear quite a few times at the beginning of my time on the Coast.
At 4.30 pm after we dished up tea to the seamen, Joe claimed he was obliged to go ashore to pick up some gear and would scrub-down the galley when he came back from town.
The following morning the shore watchman shook me at 5.30.am.to tell me the assistant cook was not on board. Joe turned up over an hour later with no apologies or thanks for cleaning the galley the previous night or peeling the spuds for breakfast: it was now obvious this apology for an assistant cook was taking me for a fool!
At 9.a.m.I jumped into a taxi and proceeded to the shipping office to sign the ships articles: for first time meeting the Auckland shipping master,Mr Rod Trainer, whom I would have considerable contact with in the years ahead. I then made my way to the nearby Union office to pay my dues and receive my Book. I was very tempted to complain to Mr.Greeves about Joe, but as he had given me my start on the Kiwi coast, I kept mum.
Back on board and unsure how to handle Joe, Ron advised me to inform him there would be no half days in port, which didn't go down well with this lay-about. He started to mumble about Pom's coming out here, and slunk off into his spud locker.
However, the situation never arose, as after nine days being bar-bound outside 'Westport', on the night of our arrival 'Joe' apparently injured his ribcage when he fell over returning from the Hotel; after his visit to the doctor the following morning, Ron informed me Joe had been given 3 days sick leave and as we were leaving the next day we were stuck with him.
That evening I arranged with the shore watchman to wake me up at 4.30am.and when he complied, I asked "How's the Bar" which apparently was the standard query when attempting to leaving this port
The New Zealand 'Freelance' printed a story from Greymouth that
support for 'Spiritualism' was strong on the West coast. Some of the local
wiseacres held a séance during which the medium claimed to have contacted a
former Harbour master who was asked to give a message from the spirit world.
Certainly was the prompt reply...."How's the Bar"?
Needless to say Joe never turned to, on the 5 day trip back to 'Auckland' and, although I received his overtime payments of one and a half hours per day to my already 12 hour days(which with bread bakes and "Back Pans"the late meal at sea ) -- could mount up to 16 hours daily.
As Joe was paying off under section 68 commonly known as (compo) I naturally assumed a replacement assistant cook would be joining the vessel on arrival in Auckland.
Alas, the Union Steamship Company didn't operate this way, the job would be called only on a normal pick up day,and if it happened to be the weekend or a public holiday....tough luck; as we arrived early on the morning of Easter Friday the assistant cooks position wouldn't be called until the next working day which was 'Tuesday',5 days hence.
It appeared the U.S.S.C. had no standby cooks or assistant stewards: The Chief Stewards who were members of F.C.S. U. being the only salaried staff in the catering department. This wasn't on and I let Ron know in no uncertain terms, I was not prepared to carry on under these conditions. I strongly suggested he find someone, anyone , as they could not been anymore useless than Joe, who had just quit the ship and whom I noted, appeared to have no trouble carrying two heavy suitcases from his cabin down the gangway to his taxi on the wharf.
Unsuccessful in contacting Mr.Greeves to explain the situation, I rang a young butcher I had formerly worked with in a city shop who'd once expressed an interest in going to sea. I offered him the job, with Ron agreeing to pay wages; and a recommendation for both Company employment and Union membership.
With his butchering experience Ben took over that part of the job, allowing me to get ahead in the preparation of meals. I brought him into the Galley during the serving of the meals and it was obvious he would have made an excellent assistant cook and probably a chief cook in due course.
After breakfast on Tuesday, Ron acquired the Company's approval for Ben to remain in vessel, providing the Union agreed.
At the Union office Ron was confronted by the Secretary who had just returned from his leave, and told he had no authority to engage non-union labour and that a member of the F.C.S.U. would be picked up when the call was made at 10.30. that morning.
Naturally, Ben was most disappointed in being denied this opportunity; Ron was intensely annoyed at the Secretary's intransigence; and I was downright angry when I knew if Mr Greaves had still been at the office, there would have no problem.
Needless to say Joe never turned to, on the 5 day trip back to 'Auckland' and, although I received his overtime payments of one and a half hours per day to my already 12 hour days(which with bread bakes and "Back Pans"the late meal at sea ) -- could mount up to 16 hours daily.
As Joe was paying off under section 68 commonly known as (compo) I naturally assumed a replacement assistant cook would be joining the vessel on arrival in Auckland.
Alas, the Union Steamship Company didn't operate this way, the job would be called only on a normal pick up day,and if it happened to be the weekend or a public holiday....tough luck; as we arrived early on the morning of Easter Friday the assistant cooks position wouldn't be called until the next working day which was 'Tuesday',5 days hence.
It appeared the U.S.S.C. had no standby cooks or assistant stewards: The Chief Stewards who were members of F.C.S. U. being the only salaried staff in the catering department. This wasn't on and I let Ron know in no uncertain terms, I was not prepared to carry on under these conditions. I strongly suggested he find someone, anyone , as they could not been anymore useless than Joe, who had just quit the ship and whom I noted, appeared to have no trouble carrying two heavy suitcases from his cabin down the gangway to his taxi on the wharf.
Unsuccessful in contacting Mr.Greeves to explain the situation, I rang a young butcher I had formerly worked with in a city shop who'd once expressed an interest in going to sea. I offered him the job, with Ron agreeing to pay wages; and a recommendation for both Company employment and Union membership.
With his butchering experience Ben took over that part of the job, allowing me to get ahead in the preparation of meals. I brought him into the Galley during the serving of the meals and it was obvious he would have made an excellent assistant cook and probably a chief cook in due course.
After breakfast on Tuesday, Ron acquired the Company's approval for Ben to remain in vessel, providing the Union agreed.
At the Union office Ron was confronted by the Secretary who had just returned from his leave, and told he had no authority to engage non-union labour and that a member of the F.C.S.U. would be picked up when the call was made at 10.30. that morning.
Naturally, Ben was most disappointed in being denied this opportunity; Ron was intensely annoyed at the Secretary's intransigence; and I was downright angry when I knew if Mr Greaves had still been at the office, there would have no problem.
10 years later when I was in a position to offer Ben employment, he regretfully declined as he was now married with children.
At 1.p.m. the new assistant cook arrived and it was soon apparent he had no idea of his duties. George was a 19 year old farm boy who had no experience whatsoever, and admitted he had only been issued his book that very morning.
Naturally, Ben was most disappointed in being denied this opportunity: Ron was intensely annoyed at the Secretary's intransigence; and I was downright angry and surmised that if Mr Greaves had still been at the office, there would have no problem in issuing Ben with a book.
After discharging its load of coal the vessel was delayed another 3 days for engine repairs. During this time, George slept overnight at his Grandmother's house in the inner City, not relishing sharing his 3 berth cabin with the 2 effete stewards.After good run around the top of the North island the ship was struck by heavy seas off 'Mount Egmont'; young George was prostrate with seasickness and was unable to work.
On arrival at the Westport Bar we were denied entry for 3 days and, after loading was completed were unable to leave because of conditions at the Bar.
The Union Company's 2485 ton collier the ill fated Kaitawa 1.was also in port, and had just lost its assistant cook the previous night when he'd had fallen in the river and was never seen again. With the rise and fall of the tide and the outflow from the 'Buller river,2. the currents around the wharf were very fast and anyone falling in, especially at night and under the influence, it was invariably certain death.
News of this unfortunate tragedy, which was by no means uncommon in this port convinced young George that life on the farm where there was little chance of being drowned, was not so bad after all. However, paying off in 'Westport' was not an option on Union Company ships, unless you were "in extremis". Consequently, George would again suffer the agonies of "Mal de Mar'' on the long, slow, rough trip back to Auckland.
1.M.V/Kaitawa left Westport on the 23 rd May 1966 with nearly 3,000 tons of coal for the Chelsea sugar works in Auckland. The following night, after sending out a Mayday signal, it sank some 4.7 miles from Cape Reinga light with a loss of all hands. Navy divers,working under extreme conditions in 6 fathoms of water located the upside down wreck,which had no superstructure, bodies nor cargo. 6 days later he body of a motorman was washed up on the beach.
A marine inquiry never established the cause of the sinking.
As recently as 24/10/2011, a former first officer of the Kaitawa ,writing in the 'Waikato Times' castigated the criminal frugality of the U.S.S.C. in neglecting to install Radar or Echo sounding equipment in the vessel.
Reference. The National library of N.Z.
The Waikato Times.
2.Buller river proper, is 195 miles long and has its source at lake 'Rotoiti', but its many tributaries give the river a total catchment area of 2,510 square miles and the highest flood discharge of 437,00 secs ,being the maximum recorded. Some of the highest mountainous country within the area experiences a rainfall in the excess of 300 inches annually.
THE G.M.V. MOANA ROA
After signing on the Moan Roa as 2nd cook I would meet fellow members who were also not happy with the way the Union was run and were very vocal on the subject. Dave was a taciturn Scot who didn’t mix with the other members of the department, especially the stewards,whom Dave claimed were always complaining about the Union, and the Secretary(a fellow Scot and good friend) not doing his job.
This was held against him, when Dave who'd been ashore for a few years tried to rejoin the Union and was rebuffed,until I intervened. Naturally, I was intrigued, and began to take note in what was being discussed at their impromptu meetings in the saloon, after meals.The leading lights were Peter Best (bestie) whom I recognized from the Polynesian Club (poly) in K.Road Auckland in the 1950's and H.T. snowy Parnell who would become a real good friend.The ship also boasted the coasts oldest steward,the venerable 'Singapore Jack' who had been continuously at sea since the last century and Jimmy Duggan 1.the oldest assistant cook in the Union.
The vessel was grossly overmanned in all departments with practically the same amount of crew as passengers, all being subsidized by the $7 million Government aid to the 'Cook Islands.'
I was impressed with what Peter had to say about the structure of the Union and its failure to move with the times. He elaborated how the system of a paid corner would operate when financial members were out of work. This policy of unemployment payments would strike a resonant chord and remain contentious with the younger progressive crowd in Auckland, before finally coming to fruition in 1975.
The vessel serviced the 'Cook Islands' and 'Nuie', the worlds largest coral island which Captain Cook 2. named Savage Island on account of the reception he received when he attempted to land there on 24th June 1777.
1. Jimmy Duggan the 3rd cook quit the sea in 1974, when the service to the Cook Islands was discontinued due to the opening of Rarotonga’s new International airport. In retirement, things did not go well for this sad old man when his daughter Loren’s drug exploits became public knowledge. Fortunately, Jimmy had long passed on when Loren Cohen and her son Aaron were convicted and sentenced to death in 1996 for contravening Malaysia’s punitive narcotic laws. Only the direct intervention of New Zealand’s Prime Minister, James Bolger who had been persuaded by his fellow National M.P. John Banks, that Aaron had been born into the drug culture and was a victim of circumstances, saved the pair from the same fate as the Australian’s Chambers and Barlow a decade earlier.
2.Captain Cook never saw or visited the islands of Aitutaki, Mauke,Mitiaora or Rarotoga.
In the 1820's the Russian explorer and Cartographer Von Krusentern named this group the "Cook Islands" in honour of Captain Cook.
In 1996 the the Cook islander voted to retain this name and not replace it with a Polynesian one!
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The Waiana
After my one trip on the 'Moana Roa' I decided to move around to find out the general feeling on the Coast regards the Union. In June 1964,I joined the 3,372 ton 'Waiana', who's normal run was Auckland, Mt Maunganui, Melbourne, Sydney, Fiji, Samoa and Tonga.After over 6 weeks on the corner and being the only chief cook there, I was poised to join the 'Moana Roa', as chief cook,which had unexceptionably became vacant, when the job was given to a an elderly man who had just walked in the door.. I promptly challenged the decision to the secretary who equally promptly replied, the company had the right of selection. I would learn, that this old man was Ernie Hill, long retired and a former member of the 'Auckland Committee', who made himself available when requested by the secretary, to prevent outsiders like myself from acquiring prestige positions. I was also advised, Hill would only stay in the ship until a member of the Auckland Committee was available to take over from him: which was exactly what happened, when the longtime 'Chairman of the Auckland Committee', jumped into the job the following trip.
The Waiana a former coaster, was the oldest ship in the U.U.S.C., and was totally unsuited for the combined Trans-Tasman/ Pacific Islands run, a voyage that could take up to 7 weeks.
The fact, the vessel was still in service at all, was testimony to the influence of the U.S.S.company in the 'Marine Department' and the weakness of the Maritime Unions in not demanding the upgrading of conditions and/or penal rates for the 3rd world conditions on this 26 year old rust-bucket.
The ships galley which made the Kaitangata's appear positively high-teck, was infested with roaches,local as well as tropical (you could distinguish them by their colour).
The ships freezer box was some distance from the galley, across an open deck which could be dangerous carrying meat and cartons in rough weather.
The Chief Steward and I had our own cabins,with the assistant cook sharing a cabin with the 2 assistant stewards.
All the cabins were fitted with the 'punka-louvers' system of air conditioning and needless to say, they did not work in the Tropics or any where else, for that matter.
The crews mess was the deck below the galley and meals were ordered by the mess-man shouting the orders up the the lift-shaft, and manually working the ropes that operated this contraption which would not have been out of place in in a Charles Dickens novel.
The officers had their mess with a small pantry for serving the bulk meals that were sent down from the the galley. This was adjacent in to our accommodation with the same companion way. It also served as their recreational room which we were not allowed to use at night.
When I arrived on board I was met by Peter,the assistant cook who was attired in the usual garb, that seemed to be de rigueur for these people on the Coast; and, as he had an accent similar to mine, I naturally assumed he was a Scot; who, grandly informed me,he would not require my services at breakfast.This sounded to good to be true,and, as it transpired--- it was.
Also in the department was the Aussie deadbeat Joe from the 'Kaitangata' who was now masquerading as an assistant steward and, who, I soon noted, was a boozing mate of Peters.
On arrival at 'Melbourne', where Peter claimed he had family, I gave him every afternoon off,except the 7th, our last full day here, as I wished to tour the City at my leisure.
I returned to the ship at 4.pm to find Peter was not around,changed my gear and dished up the seamen's tea and the officers 1/2 an hour later.
Peter turned up after breakfast the following day and got quite angry when I took him to task and he started to mouth off about about "Poms".
I had previously heard this expression banded around in N.Z. in the 1950's (but the Kiwi's had got it wrong,as immigrants were never "Prisoners of Mother England", unless you included the "Parkhurst Boys"1. in the 1840's.
However,by the time I had returned in 1964 it had fallen into disuse, but not in Australia which had been a penal colony of England.
It appeared Peter was under the delusion, that because he had lived in Aussie for a decade, he was now one off them.
This was quite laughable, when I considered I had been in N.Z. for just as long, and had also been in the N.Z. army,
On arrival in 'Sydney' I gave Peter the first afternoon off and, ...I never set eyes on him again!
After breakfast the following morning the mess-man noting Peter was not around,informed me not to expect him back until sailing day...8 days hence.
It appears , Peter had pulled this stunt the 2 previous trips and incredibly was not sacked, despite the last Chief Cook being a Auckland Committee member.
On confirmation of this news by the Chief Steward,I gave him till noon to produce a cook from the appropriate Australian Union,or I would down tools.
Shortly before lunch,an assist cook from the Cooks,Bakers and and Butchers Association of Australia arrived.
It soon evident 'Merv' was very capable.In fact he was a far more experienced than me; telling the chief Steward he would expect him to order Australian chickens and fresh fish whilst in port.
Wisely,the chief, who was aware of the strength of this 'Aussie Union', promptly acquiesced.
'Merv', also refused to sleep in the 3 berth cabin, calling it sub-standard and demanded Taxi fares and travelling time to and from his home on the other side of Sydney.
During our time in port, 'Merv', invited me uptown, to meet with fellow members of his Union at the hotels they frequented at night.
A few of them had spent time on the Kiwi coast, and queried if the 'Grey Ghost' still ran the Cooks and Stewards Union in Auckland?
The talk was mainly about the "Stabilization of the Industry" talks, that were being spearheaded by "Elliot V. Elliot" the Secretary of the "Australian Seamen's Union".
GUARDIAN CARRIER
Nearly 800 tons lighter than a Union Company collier this London registry cement vessel had no problems with the Westport bar. On joining the ship at 1 p.m. at the west coast port of Onehunga in the winter of 1965, I was promptly informed by the 'steward in charge' Eric, he was a personal friend of the Auckland secretary whom he was meeting later,and that he would not be back on board until tomorrow. It appeared, that because of the vessels fast turn-around (the cement was discharged by suction straight into silo's) everyone, except the gear-man and a duty officer were given time off, if Auckland was their home port.
In the ships home port which was Westport, where it was usually berthed the weekend,the same situation applied. Eric who was from Wellington, had some arrangement here and decamped with the locals as soon a loading was completed (also from a silo)on the Saturday after lunch and would not show up until Monday morning:in fact he spent little time on board at either end and never offered to serve up a meal to allow me time off in Onehunga.
On my 3 rd weekend in Westport as the weather was bitterly cold, I decided that the traditional Sunday night tea of cold meat and salad was inappropriate in this climate and put on a grill for the two Auckland seamen on board and myself. The following Sunday the Captain and the mate turned up with guests - they'd heard about the steak and eggs tea, and asked where Eric was-as they wanted their meal served in the saloon.
The following morning, Eric was told he had to be on board in the future to serve the officer's meals. Naturally, he was not happy with this directive and had no hesitation in blaming me for his misfortune. I was accused me of breaking-down conditions that had taken years to gain; but,be rest-assured he would be laying the appropriate charges against me with the Union as soon as we were back in Onehunga.
The following morning, Eric was told he had to be on board in the future to serve the officer's meals. Naturally, he was not happy with this directive and had no hesitation in blaming me for his misfortune. I was accused me of breaking-down conditions that had taken years to gain; but,be rest-assured he would be laying the appropriate charges against me with the Union as soon as we were back in Onehunga.
Naturally,the Auckland secretary never came near the ship: it was a well known fact he rarely visited ships in Auckland,let alone Onehunga. Eric was strangely silent... a trait unusual amongst scousers! (accepting with bad grace ...that the free ride was over.)
On the Monday morning, following the next week'nd at Westport, Eric failed to appear to set up the saloon for breakfast. After the meal, Captain Reeves informed me Eric would not be returning to the ship as he was currently in hospital with injuries sustained after an incident in his cabin the previous evening.
As Eric's cabin was in the officer's accommodation forward - where the incident had taken place, whilst the seamen's and mine were aft, -no one in our area had heard a thing.An hour before sailing Eric came on board to pick up his gear and told me he was finished with this company,but gave out no details of what had brought about this violent event,except to say he had just laid an assault charge against the mate with the local police.
On the trip back north a quite,refined elderly Englishman replaced Eric and,on the few days he was on the ship,I noticed, all on board,especially the officer's, accorded him more than the normal respect,which led me to deduce... he was a ranking member of the Craft.
As Eric's cabin was in the officer's accommodation forward - where the incident had taken place, whilst the seamen's and mine were aft, -no one in our area had heard a thing.An hour before sailing Eric came on board to pick up his gear and told me he was finished with this company,but gave out no details of what had brought about this violent event,except to say he had just laid an assault charge against the mate with the local police.
On the trip back north a quite,refined elderly Englishman replaced Eric and,on the few days he was on the ship,I noticed, all on board,especially the officer's, accorded him more than the normal respect,which led me to deduce... he was a ranking member of the Craft.
I first met ‘Larry the Bat’ when I was obliged to leave the Guardian Carrier, in Westport with a burnt arm: as the accident had occurred at sea the previous day, and obviously a pay-off job, Larry had been recruited at short notice, and had been flown down from Auckland to join the ship, whilst I had been hospitalized overnight.
On returning to the vessel to pick up my gear before returning to 'Auckland', when introduced to him, I was struck by his likeness to the late American actor, W.C.Fields and had same droll way of speaking. Larry was drinking from his renowned 8 inch tall beer mug,which he kept replenishing from a 5 gallon keg.
The following day,the ship left Westport with a full load of cement for Deep Cove. 1.
Larry had got as far as Deep Cove before running out of Heart pills and alcohol and was helicoptered back to Westport where he spent one night in hospital before returning to Auckland.
On returning to the vessel to pick up my gear before returning to 'Auckland', when introduced to him, I was struck by his likeness to the late American actor, W.C.Fields and had same droll way of speaking. Larry was drinking from his renowned 8 inch tall beer mug,which he kept replenishing from a 5 gallon keg.
The following day,the ship left Westport with a full load of cement for Deep Cove. 1.
Larry had got as far as Deep Cove before running out of Heart pills and alcohol and was helicoptered back to Westport where he spent one night in hospital before returning to Auckland.
1.Deep Cove (421 Mt'rs. an arm of Doubtful Sound a deep indentation in the southwest coast New Zealand’s South Island with an average rainfall of 7.6 Mt's annually.Until the 1960’s,Deep Cove was only accessible by sea or by the remote Wilmot Pass walking track.
In1964,the Cove became part of the Manapouri Hydro-Electricity Project. Some 1800 workers, of whom 670 were housed on the former Trans-Tasman passenger liner ‘Wanganella’ at the Cove, and the rest ashore at West Arm in Huts,were employed during the four years construction of the 6.2mile(10 kl'ms) tail-race tunnel connecting the Cove with the Lake.
In1964,the Cove became part of the Manapouri Hydro-Electricity Project. Some 1800 workers, of whom 670 were housed on the former Trans-Tasman passenger liner ‘Wanganella’ at the Cove, and the rest ashore at West Arm in Huts,were employed during the four years construction of the 6.2mile(10 kl'ms) tail-race tunnel connecting the Cove with the Lake.
A few years earlier,Larry had bid adieu the to his long time employer the U.S.S.Company after joining the Trans Tasman cargo vessel Koinui in Auckland.
Two days out from N.Z., trading on the strength of an exotically cooked corned meat,Larry succumbed to the plaudits of the entire ship, and celebrated by going on a bender. Surfacing 2 days later-- out of alcohol, he then proceeded to utilise the ship's baker's yeast to make and drink his celebrated home brew... straight off the stove. According to the assistant cook,a long time friend and the Chief Steward, whom I would come to know well, Larry would stage a reprise on the way back to N.Z.
Two days out from N.Z., trading on the strength of an exotically cooked corned meat,Larry succumbed to the plaudits of the entire ship, and celebrated by going on a bender. Surfacing 2 days later-- out of alcohol, he then proceeded to utilise the ship's baker's yeast to make and drink his celebrated home brew... straight off the stove. According to the assistant cook,a long time friend and the Chief Steward, whom I would come to know well, Larry would stage a reprise on the way back to N.Z.
In Xmas week 1970, the coaster I was on arrived in Lyttelton to discharge cargo. The following day, Albert Mokomoko, the captain and two officers from the 'Calm' showed up for breakfast, lunch. and tea.When I enquired why they found my cuisine preferable to their own ship's, Mokomoko said his cook refused to work, claiming the galley stove was not functioning, despite the examination by the ship's engineers showed otherwise.
It appeared, the ship had finished cargo operations three days previously and the company had decided to lay up the ‘Calm’ over the holiday break, where all of the deck crew lived.
Larry and the steward, "Dick" who had acquired renown by travelling all the way up to 'Marsden Point' by Taxi, when the job was at Marsden wharf, a 10 minute stroll from the Auckland sipping office were on their last ship,when Mokomoko fired them but not before the duo had raffled off the Xmas ham cakes ect.in
the local hotels.
Larry and the steward, "Dick" who had acquired renown by travelling all the way up to 'Marsden Point' by Taxi, when the job was at Marsden wharf, a 10 minute stroll from the Auckland sipping office were on their last ship,when Mokomoko fired them but not before the duo had raffled off the Xmas ham cakes ect.in
the local hotels.
persuaded by his fellow National M.P. John Banks, that Aaron had been born into the drug culture and was a victim of circumstances, saved the pair from the same fate as the Australian’s Chambers and Barlow a decade earlier.
2.Captain Cook never saw or visited the islands of Aitutaki, Mauke,Mitiaora or Rarotoga.
In the 1820's the Russian explorer and Cartographer Von Krusentern named this group the "Cook Islands" in honour of Captain Cook.
In 1996 the the Cook islander voted to retain this name and not replace it with a Polynesian one!
l
The Waiana
After my one trip on the 'Moana Roa' I decided to move around to find out the general feeling on the Coast regards the Union. In June 1964,I joined the 3,372 ton 'Waiana', who's normal run was Auckland, Mt Maunganui, Melbourne, Sydney, Fiji, Samoa and Tonga.After over 6 weeks on the corner and being the only chief cook there, I was poised to join the 'Moana Roa', as chief cook,which had unexceptionably became vacant, when the job was given to a an elderly man who had just walked in the door.. I promptly challenged the decision to the secretary who equally promptly replied, the company had the right of selection. I would learn, that this old man was Ernie Hill, long retired and a former member of the 'Auckland Committee', who made himself available when requested by the secretary, to prevent outsiders like myself from acquiring prestige positions. I was also advised, Hill would only stay in the ship until a member of the Auckland Committee was available to take over from him: which was exactly what happened, when the longtime 'Chairman of the Auckland Committee', jumped into the job the following trip.
The Waiana a former coaster, was the oldest ship in the U.U.S.C., and was totally unsuited for the combined Trans-Tasman/ Pacific Islands run, a voyage that could take up to 7 weeks.
The fact, the vessel was still in service at all, was testimony to the influence of the U.S.S.company in the 'Marine Department' and the weakness of the Maritime Unions in not demanding the upgrading of conditions and/or penal rates for the 3rd world conditions on this 26 year old rust-bucket.
The ships galley which made the Kaitangata's appear positively high-teck, was infested with roaches,local as well as tropical (you could distinguish them by their colour).
The ships freezer box was some distance from the galley, across an open deck which could be dangerous carrying meat and cartons in rough weather.
The Chief Steward and I had our own cabins,with the assistant cook sharing a cabin with the 2 assistant stewards.
All the cabins were fitted with the 'punka-louvers' system of air conditioning and needless to say, they did not work in the Tropics or any where else, for that matter.
The crews mess was the deck below the galley and meals were ordered by the mess-man shouting the orders up the the lift-shaft, and manually working the ropes that operated this contraption which would not have been out of place in in a Charles Dickens novel.
The officers had their mess with a small pantry for serving the bulk meals that were sent down from the the galley. This was adjacent in to our accommodation with the same companion way. It also served as their recreational room which we were not allowed to use at night.
When I arrived on board I was met by Peter,the assistant cook who was attired in the usual garb, that seemed to be de rigueur for these people on the Coast; and, as he had an accent similar to mine, I naturally assumed he was a Scot; who, grandly informed me,he would not require my services at breakfast.This sounded to good to be true,and, as it transpired--- it was.
Also in the department was the Aussie deadbeat Joe from the 'Kaitangata' who was now masquerading as an assistant steward and, who, I soon noted, was a boozing mate of Peters.
On arrival at 'Melbourne', where Peter claimed he had family, I gave him every afternoon off,except the 7th, our last full day here, as I wished to tour the City at my leisure.
I returned to the ship at 4.pm to find Peter was not around,changed my gear and dished up the seamen's tea and the officers 1/2 an hour later.
Peter turned up after breakfast the following day and got quite angry when I took him to task and he started to mouth off about about "Poms".
I had previously heard this expression banded around in N.Z. in the 1950's (but the Kiwi's had got it wrong,as immigrants were never "Prisoners of Mother England", unless you included the "Parkhurst Boys"1. in the 1840's.
By the time I returned it had fallen into disuse,but not in Australia which had been a penal colony of England.
It appeared Peter was under the delusion, that because he had lived in Aussie for a decade, he was now one off them.
This was quite laughable, and I replied,I had been in N.Z. for just as long, and had also been in the N.Z. army, but, I didn't consider myself a Kiwi.
On arrival in 'Sydney' I gave Peter the first afternoon off and, ...I never set eyes on him again!
After breakfast the following morning the mess-man noting Peter was not around,informed me not to expect him back untill sailing day...8 days hence.
On the 2 previous trips Peter had pulled this stunt and incredibly he was not sacked, despite the last Chief Cook being a Auckland Committee member. On confirmation of this news by the Chief Steward,I gave him till noon to produce a cook from the appropriate Australian Union,or I would down tools.
Shortly before lunch,an assist cook from the Cooks and Butchers Association of Australia arrived, and it soon evident 'Merv' was very capable indeed. In fact he was a far more experienced than me; telling the chief Steward he would expect him to order Australian chickens and fresh fish whilst in port.
Wisely,the chief, who was aware of the strength of this 'Aussie Union', promptly acquiesced.
'Merv', also refused to sleep in the 3 berth cabin, calling it sub-standard and demanded Taxi fares and travelling time to and from his home on the other side of Sydney.
During our time in port, 'Merv', invited me uptown, to meet with fellow members of his Union at the hotels they frequented at night.
A few of them had spent time on the Kiwi coast, and queried if the 'Grey Ghost' still ran the Cooks and Stewards Union in Auckland?
The talk was mainly about the "Stabilization of the Industry" talks, that were being spearheaded by "Elliot V. Elliot" the Secretary of the "Australian Seamen's Union".
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