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EULOGY - Bryan Maisey "Griff" Griffiths - 1941-2019

Friday, October 04, 2019

Good morning Ladies and Gentlemen, we are here today to remember and celebrate the life and times of Bryan Maisey "Griff" Griffiths, however I firstly wanted to take the time to introduce myself. I am Duncan Maisey Griff Griffiths, son of Griff and not some homeless vagrant who has snuck onto your beautiful Island, I think Dad would have wanted that clarified here first, but please if I do concern you drastically with my appearance I feel I should point out the emergency exits which are situated here and here (Turn and point to exits as shown by lovely Air NZ hostesses) My thanks to Air NZ for showing me that yesterday on the flight over, and also I extend my sincere thanks to them and everyone that helped get me here today.

But today we are gathered to celebrate the life of Griff Griffiths. Together with my sisters and beautiful Mum we wish to thank Norfolk Island for coming together in such magnificient "Togetherness", because together with that "togetherness" we know that our pain at losing Griff together with this joy shared and together with the "togetherness" is just the kind of "togetherness" Griff would have wanted coming together on such an occasion.

(Look at Mum and if she laughs say "Nancy will you let me develop my theme!")

So how does one express the enormity of the kind of life lived by such a remarkable man into such a short speech. Where does one start or concentrate on with a man of such character, integrity and who has lived such a full life. Farmer, Dental Surgeon, big game fisherman, champion gardener, sportsman, hunter, business man, and even snooker champion. Whilst growing up a lad like myself could not have asked for a better example of a man to try and emulate, and of all the men I have ever met, this man was the most complete I have ever encountered.

Dad was a man who smiled with his eyes but who could also instill the fear of God in you with just a flash of those deep baby browns. I learned this quickly as a lad  when I would put something away wrong in his fastidiously tidy work shed, or when he would come in from a hot day in the garden for a "Shandy Beer" and realised I had probably stolen his lemonade or even his treasured chocolate fish or peanut slabs he always kept stashed in the fridge.

I can never truly express how much I owe this man. Not just for the life he gave me, but for the times I fell down and he would pick me back up, always there and with an uncanny patience to see me through, often using the phrase to settle me down, "Geeze kid you've got to stop charging like a bull at a gate".

 I am here today in no small part to this great man's help and tireless love, and so in his honor I wish to focus my pain not on myself but on his other great joys and loves in his life, his girls.

So, Bryan Maisey Griff Griffiths was born on the 23rd of December 1941 to  Nancy and Jesse Griffiths. The Griffiths family were one of the great farming families of the South Island of NZ and the Otago region and were highly regarded in the farming of Merino sheep. Along with his brother Robyn and sisters Gillian and Suzanne, Griff grew up on the farm without power and were raised with an extremely strong work and integrity ethic. Attending Otago Boys High School, Griff struggled through his initial schooling but eventually acheived the position of head prefect and worked his way to go on to attending and graduating from the prestigious Otago University, graduating in 1966 as a BDS dental surgeon, something he was so justifiably proud of.

His youth was full of activity and fun with his siblings, especially with his brother Rob, with both working and competing in numerous sports and activities from rugby to curling, hunting to hockey. It was Griff's character that his constant domination of his brother Rob in these activities never caused any rift or jealousy and the two would always remain close and incredible mates which is something Griff cherished. (Look at Rob and give the cheeky Griff smile).

It is with saying this I would like to express the deep sorrow felt by all of Griff's family right now and on behalf of them I would like to pass on the condolences and support from all the Griffiths' and Scott's and related Kin who could not be here today.

Once he had graduated from Otago University Griff ventured out into the world from the farm to forge his own life in "The big smoke", and it was then on a hot and steamy Otaki night that his eyes fell upon the beautiful blue green eyes of what was to become the love of his life. From that moment on he and Nancy were inseperable and they set out on what would be the great adventure of their shared life together. They were married in a dual wedding (No folks that's not what you're thinking) with Nancy's sister Jenny and her husband. Griff and Nancy were soon blessed with the arrival of their first child Andie, followed quickly by the birth of Nene who, as the middle child, there is no need to mention any further. (Cheeky smile at Nene required) Then several years later they finally got it right with the arrival of myself (Cheeky Griff smile at both of them ).

Both girls, like myself, have some extreme similarities with Dad and in many ways some vast differences, but despite the differences (which Dad always used to say were "the wrong parts you got from your mother) he revelled in being a part of our lives and developments. With that I wanted to take the time to acknowledege to my sisters how very proud he was of you both, and how he marvelled in your incredible successes and talents. You provided some of the greatest joy in his life and I know he wanted you to know that.....and so it was for many years the path of Griff developed his family life and his private practice in Lower Hutt, Wellington NZ, with Dad becomming an incredibly respected man in the community.

I remember with great love his joy at having been elected to President of the Hutt Bowling Club at such a young age, and I thought I should mention that Griff was regarded as having been the best most effective President ever. He was even able to address the drastic problem of Mum and Fran Owles allowing for some fairly shoddy sandwich cutting skills to develop in the preparation of cucumber sandwiches for the Bowler's lunches.

Yes, life went on and Dad's involvement in the community continued with himself and several others (including Griff's life long best mate Ron Owles) forming what was to become and known as "The Hutt Valley Businessmens Club". This then became like a second home for the Griffiths kids celebrating with other families the joys of group Xmas parties and events, so much so us Griffiths kids grew up believing that all Xmas carols should be sung to the tunes and beats of "Hooked on Xmas Albums".

Having developed this incredible life and community in the Hutt, it came as a suprise when in 1987 the Griffy's packed up and moved to Brisbane, Australia. I think this was a most special time in Griff's life as it brought such a unique closeness and frankly "togetherness" to the family. Griff would find himself then working in the Qld prison service and in this job he really did find a huge amount of joy and pride and being the kind of man he was it would come as no suprise that he was equally loved and respected by both sides of the fence so to speak. And the Griffy's continued on in their lives and the eventual growth of the family as he watched his much loved children grow up and marry and begin their own families with his much adored grandkids, Emma, Jake, Charlee, Hori and Mereana.

In 2004 I had reached a certain level in my brief corporate career and Dad contacted me via phone and excitedly told me he had been offered a new job on the small island of Norfolk.  Being Dad he had wanted to know how I felt about himself and mum leaving and how I felt about the distance it may cause. As much as that distance and my own family's struggles would go on to prevent me from getting to my Dad, I would offer him the same advice today I did then, "Go for it Da, I've got your back 100%". He was so excited and i know today that somehow Griff just knew that this was the next great path on which to take his and his darling girl Nancy's lives.

Here again I wanted to thank the people of Norfolk Island for providing such immense joy and satisfaction to Griff in this part of his life. He was incredibly proud to be a part of Norfolk and did everything he could to embrace and immerse himself into the history, culture and community of this incredible place. I will always hold some shame at having not been able to get to my da as much as I would have liked, I take incredible comfort in knowing how much this Island provided my da in love and respect in this time and in my absence and I thank you all again.

 But before i finish off my goodbye here I wanted to take some time and pass on some messages both of support and words which I felt Griff might want mentioned as well.

Some of the messages recieved in the last few days.

The great light-grey slacks company incorporated would like to both pass on their respects as well as anounce their complete retirement from the fashion industry.

Gordons gin, have sent their condolences and since their initial slump in sales upon the death of dad's best mate Mr Ronald "Doc " Owles several years ago, they too have announced an immediate shut down of production for predicted financial loses.

We received 27 calls from various butchers in South East Qld, all expressing their love and respect for Griff and how proud each of them was for being his favourite butcher.

But quite honestly I did recieve numerous messages of support or thoughts from many rugby players in Qld, all remembering the quiet unassuming strapper and water boy who had at some time helped get them on the field before a game.

Some of the final messages I felt Griff might like passed on as well were...

Robyn, you were my favourite brother, I adored you. I'm not sure if I ever said sorry for hitting you in the head with a rabbit trap. I wasn't, and despite the obvious damage it probably caused you, right is right and facts dont care about your feelings and it was 1952 we got power in Otago not 1950, that is all.

Nene, Andie, I love you and who and what you have become is one of the greatest loves and achievements of my life for which I am so proud. Thank you, but also please dont drive your cars home with flat tires anymore and Dunky was my favourite, that is all.

Nancy, the love of my life, my one and only. I adored you and that is all I could ever say about that without welling up.

Dunk- you can use the name Griff now. Love ya champ but your hair looks like a big bloody girl, lad get a haircut.

And so folks as I look to finish saying goodbye to my da, my best mate and hero, I begin to tear up and yet even that makes me smile as I remember da would tear up at the drop of a hat when expressing his love. But I also remember as the tears start how as a kid playing rugby when I went down hurt and felt I couldnt get up, a quiet voice would ring through the crowd's noise and I would hear those words that would fire me up and get me back on my feet to have another crack. "Hollywood, Hollywood" or if I had missed a series of kicks in a game you might hear "At least you're consistent son"

So I hold back my tears and offer the poem Dad told me as a kid to help me through when I was doing it tough, its short and sweet but I think dad picked that for me because of my dyslexia.

"I never saw a wild thing feel sorry for itself. A small bird can fall frozen dead from the bough of it's tree without ever having felt sorry for itself" DH Lawrence.

And as I start to think of a song that I would most like to remember Dad by, my humming of Sinatra's "I did it my way" keeps getting pushed out of my head and replaced with a silly little ditty which repeats over and over again like some sort of subconsious memory which I feel is ingrained from years of waking as a kid to wild laughter and glass clinking, music and party noises, even the smashing of glass tables as Jenny Simpson decided to use them to dance on. This ditty plays over and over in my head with the same words, "5 foot 2, eyes are blue, cootchie cootchie cootchie coo, has anybody seen my girl"

But lastly I thought perhaps a tribute to my da might be most appropriately put by reading out the perfect recipe for a Griffy Gin.

A dash of sodawater not too much Nancy that room in the glass is for the Gin.

A knock of integrity, a splash of remarkable, two squeezes of love, a generous dollop of mischieviousness, a gulp of honor, a crack of humour, several cubes of cool determination and a hell of a lot of Gin, all served by a quiet funny delightful man dressed in either light grey slacks and a white Lowes shirt and tie or the same man without a shirt and slippers with his white bonds undies fixed firmly several inches above his pants line. I know you are watching down on us right now Griff with a gin in hand and cheeky smile on your face and I hope you are marvelling proudly at the remarkable life you have lived. You should be very proud, we all are of you, I love ya Da and always will.

Your Son, Griffy. 


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Silkwood School Year 10 Camp - Conservation Expedition

Thursday, September 12, 2019

This week Norfolk Island has hosted a group of environmental sustainability aware year ten students on a conservation expedition. Right off the bat the group were warmly welcomed to Norfolk Island and immersed in the fascinating history, culture and community network. “We are excited to be looking at island sustainability through social, cultural, economic, political and environmental lenses.” – Silkwood Facebook

Visiting the Bureau of Meteorology gave the students an in-depth experience of weather science and how forecasts are made using aligned data gathered from around the world to inform all aspects of human life. Understanding the impact of climate change and climate variation - in particular the need for consistent and reliable water sources - was eye-opening for the students.

After invitation, the group of students attended the Norfolk Island People for Democracy (NIPD) to learn about the complex relationship Norfolk Islanders have had with Australian Governance and laws over the years and their ongoing plight to maintain self-determination and cultural identity in a world of increasing globalisation. The students were shown around places of cultural and historical significance by community locals, starting to piece together the disconnected settlements of Norfolk Island and how the island has come to be the place it is today.

Working with the Norfolk Island National Park team, students took part in restoration projects to protect critically endangered ecosystems. Students were taught that Norfolk Island is a biodiversity hotspot with endemic plant species being rescued from extinction.

Over the week the ‘green’ students planted 400+ trees and plants in the National Park and mulched these areas. They also weeded other restoration zones, filled up 600 seedling bags and potted in 450 seedlings in the Park’s Nursery. Students also enjoyed helping Mervyn Buffett with regeneration work in his ‘fairy glen’ pocket of land, filled with plants of high conservation value.

“The community have been wonderful to engage with and students are amazed at how beautiful and scenic this place is every day.” – Silkwood Facebook

As we say goodbye to these conservation students, from everyone at the Norfolk Island Travel Centre we wish all the students and Silkwood School a wonderful trip and a safe journey home. We say thank you for the good environmental work you have undertaken for our Island and also genuinely connecting with our community and way of life. We hope to see you back on island again one day soon. The future is in good hands with these young adults.

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Thursday, August 29, 2019

It is with deep sadness that I write of the recently departed Turi Griffiths.  Many will remember him from the interview I conducted with him earlier this year along with his Pitcairner wife Darralyn.  Although I intended to do a review this week, instead I want to do a small tribute to him, and to a place on Pitcairn he held dear.  In truth it is with a smile I do this...just the way old boilerhead would have wanted.

Turi Giffiths was born in Auckland, New Zealand in 1964 to a Cook Island family.  He would eventually meet Darralyn Warren from Pitcairn who was working in Auckland in the late 1990's, and they married on November 10th, 2001.  Shortly after, the two would move to Pitcairn where they settled down to a peaceful life on the island.  Turi's hard-work and his constantly cheerful nature won over the people of Pitcairn, and by the time I returned briefly to the island in 2003 he was considered a full-on local.  He was known by many names (as is usually the case on Pitcairn), such as Boilerhead, Little Buddha, Chromedome, Evil-little-man...and those were just names I called him.

Boilerhead was the kind of man who was slow to anger (actually, nigh on impossible), and quick to laugh (and man could he laugh...or giggle, which is how it sounded to me).  He was seriously loved by all his nieces, nephews, family and his people.  And by his people I mean the Pitcairn Islanders.  He recently returned to New Zealand and had a leg amputated.  Though they were preparing to go back to Pitcairn, his health would decide otherwise.  When he passed away some days ago, the world seemed so much more bleak and sad.  But I am reminded of the interview with him where I asked "What is your favourite part of Pitcairn?"  He grinned at me with that twinkle in his eye, "'Side Dan cack on Jack!'  That name is so unique, and really brings home the humour and informal style of Pitcairn place names.  When I first heard about it I was laughing!"  I made note that I would write an article about that in future, so here goes.

Dan and Jack were two Pitcairners, and one day they were down in Western Harbour (shooting goats, gardening or returning from fishing, depending on who you ask).  Well, Jack decided he needed a breather and settled down at the base of a tree whose trunk divided in two a shorts ways up.  Dan on the other hand felt the call of nature and I don't mean he wanted to take a leak!  He searched around and found this convenient tree whose trunk divided, and was the perfect-looking toilet seat.  So he cherfully dropped his pants, sat down...and let fly!  Dan felt very relieved, and very happy.  Jack was not...yeah you see where I am going with this story, don't you.  Anyway, there you have the name.  Some accounts change the name around to "Jack cack on Dan" but the story itself is more or less the same.  I've got that eerie feeling that Boilerhead is somehow watching me write this and laughing that wonderfully annoying little giggle/laugh of his.

            Thanks for the smiles and laughter, Turi.  As the saying goes, "I'll see you again soon...but not too soon."

Turi Griffiths

November 14th, 1964 - August 22nd, 2019

Picture:  Turi and Darralyn

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Biologist Searches Remote South Pacific Island for Slime Molds

Friday, August 02, 2019

Norfolk Island is an isolated island in the South Pacific located between New Zealand and Australia. The island is quite small, with a total area of only about 14 square miles. Norfolk Island is known for two things. First, it is the native habitat for a tree known as the Norfolk Island pine, which is widely planted throughout subtropical and tropical areas of the world. Second, the descendants of the Tahitians and the mutineers from the HMS Bounty (from the famous incident referred to as "mutiny on the Bounty") were resettled on Norfolk Island from Pitcairn Island in 1856.

The first known inhabitants of Norfolk Island were Polynesians, but they were not present when Captain James Cook "discovered" the island in 1774. Great Britain first settled Norfolk Island a few years later in 1788. The island served as a convict penal settlement during much of the period between 1788 and the middle of the 19th century. At the present time, the population of the island is approximately 1,700, and the largest town is named Burnt Pine. 

Steve Stephenson, a research professor in the Department of Biological Sciences, and his wife Barbara, an instructor in the Department of Mathematical Sciences, spent two weeks on Norfolk Island in June. The purpose of their visit was to survey for myxomycetes (commonly referred to as slime molds). No previous survey for this group of fungus-like organisms had been carried out on the island.

Stephenson has been interested in long-distance dispersal and the biogeography of myxomycetes on isolated islands, and previous expeditions have taken him to Macquarie Island in the Southern Ocean, Ascension Island in the Atlantic Ocean, and Christmas Island in the Indian Ocean.

 Stephenson's studies of myxomycetes over the past 40 years have taken him to all seven continents, and he has collected these organisms in every major type of terrestrial ecosystem. He is the author or coauthor of thirteen books and more than 400 book chapters and papers published in scientific journals. Many of these deal with the distribution, ecology and biology of myxomycetes.

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EULOGY - Nicholas Andrew - 1969-2019

Friday, May 24, 2019

The following is the Eulogy for Nick Andrew, peacefully laid to rest on Tuesday 21st May 2019.

This is a joint family collaboration about the life of Nick, our son and brother, written by Rosemary, Michael, Sylvan and Cassie. The following is an account of Nick's life relayed in the words of his Sister, Cassie.

Possibly not so many of you knew Nick well; he was quiet and reserved. For the people that truly knew my brother, you would remember the deep sense of humour he occasionally displayed, the loyalty and absolute love he had for his family and the affection he had for animals, especially his beloved dog Nitro. Nick was kind and thoughtful and a good friend. He moved to Norfolk Island on the 9th May 2007, some 12 years ago. He passed away as quietly as he had lived, without fuss.

Nick was born in the downstairs front room of the family home in Bedford, England. A home birth was common practice in England as the birth was expected to be without complications for our mother, Rosemary. He was born in the early hours of a very cold winter February morning, delivered by a midwife.

Our father Mike was an Australian from Melbourne, living in London when Mum first met him (Mum says she thought he was a bit annoying when they first met, loud and brash, until she discovered the more ‘cultured’ side of him). Dad wanted to say a few words: please know that my son was a contented man who loved the work he did, especially where he lived where no one could disturb him, unless he wanted the company. He was unbelievably reliable, helpful and kind. He had no financial worries, a permanent job, loved all of us and knew we all loved him. He felt whatever he did here meant something to others. Yes, it is very sad that he went too soon, but he was neither miserable, unhealthy, nor hurting in any way when he did. Our hurt, grief, and pain comes from simply missing him.

Nick's early upbringing was spent in Chiswick, London, and travelling by Ferry to go on holidays to the Isle of Wight where his maternal grandparents lived. In 1975, Michael, Rosemary and Nick moved to Ankara in Turkey as Dad was on assignment working as a Computer Engineer for the Turkish Army. Nick was schooled at the French Embassy School; he was not quite fluent in French, but his Turkish language comprehension was impressive. The school was across the road from their apartment and when it snowed in winter, Nick took ages walking home, gathering and rolling a huge snowball as he sauntered along. There is a photo of him in yellow moonboots, so toasty when snow fell.

Because of visa restrictions, an exit & re-entry from Turkey every 6 months was necessary. So it was back and forth to England, via France or Italy where Dad's parents lived. Or for a change, an exit and re-entry via Syria or Iran or Afghanistan; countries which were safe to travel in then. A highlight for Nick was always the border between countries, with the barrier signs 'STOP!  HALT!' and armed guards patrolling with real rifles!

Mum and Dad tell stories of how they travelled on these long drives with Nick playing so happily in the back seat of their old Volvo, Nick lining up his toy soldiers from various battalions having battles in the back window. No seat belts then!

In 1978 Dad was homesick for Australia, so the family relocated to Sydney. Mum was expecting Sylvan at this time, so it made sense to leave then. The family moved to Marsfield, and lived in a real Aussie neighbourhood of boys Nick's age. Nick had a very strong British accent, His friends’ parents praised him for his pronunciation. When hearing Nick's accent now….who would have guessed that?  Nick went to Normanhurst Boys High School. He was fanatic about sports; swimming, tennis, football…whatever. He played Aussie Rules for Pennant Hills, followed the Cronulla Sharks and the Demons, but his true love was for Essendon Bombers; he remained true to them through thick and thin. Much to Dad’s regret because Dad could never forgive the bombers beating St Kilda in the 1965 Grand Final.

Nick’s Brother Sylvan was born in 1978 with a 9 year age gap between them. However, that made no difference, they became the best of friends. Sylvan wants you all to know the following about his brother: A friend of the family sent me the condolences ‘Nick was a stand out guy with few words but a great heart.’ I think that’s a pretty good description of my brother Nick, other than the saying ‘still waters run deep’. Nick and I would spend a lot of time with each other sometimes barely saying a word and often when I left to go home I had the strange feeling it was one of the best conversations I had. The two of us had a special connection where often we didn’t need to speak and just hanging out watching tv together was more than enough. Maybe people don’t understand that but for me it was one of the most special things in the world a person could have and I’ll miss that special bond beyond words.

My brother was always a gentleman, he was kind, and he had a beautiful gentle soul. He was quiet and reflective, but he also knew how to have a good time. Some of my best memories are with him after drinking too many beers and watching the sun come up after a big night out. Some of his worst memories with me would probably be the time I gave him wrong directions and we ended up driving through South Central Los Angeles in a bright painted rental car. I was lucky enough to have many adventures with my brother and I would have liked and expected to have had many more with him.

Nick was always a bit of a dark horse and someone to look up to for me growing up and always will be. He drove a Torana, was a star at AFL, surfed, bmx-ed and had an awesome 80’s mullet at one stage. But I knew he could converse in Turkish and French and he told me once that he remembered how scary Iranian border guards were. One of the family jokes is about how one day when Dad was working overseas and was suddenly being questioned by an intimidating Turkish solider who kept repeating a question in Turkish aimed at my Dad who couldn’t understand him. Nick who was there and was very young, piped up and said to Dad, “he is asking if you would like a cup of tea or coffee?”  But that was Nick too, he was always very humble and free of ego. Every time we retold the story he would pretend he couldn’t remember it, but his special smirk said he did.

He was the greatest and most beautiful caring brother a person could have. A part of me hopes I’ll stay forever in shock because the thought that he really has gone sometimes is too much.

Nick loved Norfolk Island and the Community very much. I know he had some of the happiest days of his life here. Thank you to his friends and to the Community for the incredible compassion and kindness you have shown my family during this time.

I am Nick's sister Cassie, born in 1983.. Having a little sister with a 14 year age gap was never a problem to Nick, he always went to his little sister's girlie birthday parties. I have very fond moments of him arriving at these parties, me in pink from head to toe with excited girlfriends in best birthday dresses and Nick rocking up as a 20 year old cool dude with the latest girlfriend; he was never embarrassed, always very proud of his little sister.

My brothers Nick and Sylvan and I had what only close siblings can describe as a tight bond that was shared only amongst the three of us. Nick and I took immense pleasure in ganging up and teasing Sylvan - that was "our thing" - often over his particular clothing style. Then Nick and Sylvan had a brotherly bond in finding it humorous to retell stories of how they teased me or picked on me as the very much annoying younger sister. When we were together as siblings, which wasn't very often over the last few years, we loved it without even having to mention it.....Sylvan and I know how very deeply special these 'meet ups;' were for Nick, as Nick loved us very much and vice versa.

This remained a constant throughout his whole life, Nick didn't forget anyone's birthday, Mother’s Day or Father’s Day. He could always outdo Sylvan and I with the best worded and most thoughtful cards. His gifts were always wrapped so perfectly in the Sydney Morning Herald.

In Nick's adult years, he worked for Hornsby Council for over 16 years. Mostly outdoor maintenance, He loved concreting for some reason. He made loyal firm friends there, but left for Norfolk Island in 2007 to be with his family and help Dad with the Chook Farm. Nick only left Norfolk once in the twelve years he lived here. This was for a short catch up with his friends, particularly Jim and Nerida. And we are thankful that Nerida and her brother Matt who went to school with Nick, are here with us today. The main reason for not leaving for a holiday sooner was his fear of leaving Dad to 'muck up the eggs' and he also had a small fear of flying.

Nick loved and was loved by his sister-in-law Marielle, and he absolutely adored his three nephews, River, Lukas and Seth. He became great friends with my husband Kenny (which was a bit of an honour for Kenny, as Nick was very much my protective older brother). He also adored my children, his nephew Jimmy Nicholas and his only niece Rosie.

It would be remiss not to mention that Nick was besotted by his succession of dogs, Floyd, Pigsy, Kero and now Nitro. Nick always took Nitro on egg deliveries, he was definitely his best friend. Nick also kindly took on two of my cats at different times, he pretended he wasn't too happy about it, but secretly loved being asked to help out. Plus he had two pet ducks...Darth & Vader. The ducks accidentally became his pets when he fed them one night....they just kept pecking at his window, night after night until he relented.

We will all take comfort in his humour and family time memories we all shared together. Nick's passing was sudden, but he didn't have any prior pain, he was peacefully asleep.

We would like to thank on behalf of the Andrew Family, my husband Kenny, who has been The Incredible Rock to us all. Above and beyond anything asked for or even thought of. Thank you to our extended family, the Christians, for all their love and support. We know that our extended family in both Holland and Guernsey are with us in thoughts at this sad time as well. Thank you to Sam Sheridan for being there within 5 minutes after Dad needed him to help at the Chook Farm at short notice. For Nick's usual hang out at the RSL, for the Thursday night footy tips, thank you to all his buddies. Thanks to my Wilde Rose team for being there for me and to our clients for their understanding of my absence. Parks and Wildlife for allowing Kenny to be our Rock for the last few weeks. I want to thank all the places Nick delivered eggs to over the years. He loved his customers. Over the last few weeks I have taken on the role as Egg Farmer and it is so humbling to find out how you all felt about Nick's passing and how much he will be missed. Thank you for telling me your stories of Nick & Nitro's egg deliveries. Mark Hayes for helping us at the Chook Farm. Candice for giving Nitro a really good pampering session. The St. John Ambulance team. The Hospital Staff. The Radio Station Staff. The kindness and compassion shown by the Norfolk Island Police Force (especially the 'tall one'). We could not have coped without your calm reassuring manner and diplomacy. Rev. David Fell from the Church of England for his kind words, knowledge and advice. Tardy for driving the hearse. Shane, Dean and The Grave Diggers. The Pall Bearers. The lovely ladies at the Usual Place. Jodie for the beautifully put together program, and Milton for the P.A. System.

I apologise if we have forgotten anyone.... everyone has been just so unbelievably kind, we have had so many offers of help; it has been amazing and comforting to know we are in your thoughts... Lastly to the most wonderful community that is Norfolk Island, for your kindness, kind thoughts, and generous offers of has been truly overwhelming! Thank you and Bless You All.


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Murwillumbah Philharmonic Choir Visit Norfolk Island

Friday, May 10, 2019

What a wonderful pleasure it has been for Rebecca, Maria and all at the Norfolk Island Travel Centre to welcome a group of fifty five singers and supporters of the Murwillumbah Philharmonic Choir to the Island this week. Not only are they enjoying a holiday together in this their 40th Birthday year, but also performing for the local community and visitors.

For those who attended their performance of Treasured Shores – Norfolk and Tweed on Wednesday afternoon they were treated to a simply lovely time, enjoying both classical and modern songs within the peaceful atmosphere and beauty of St. Barnabas Chapel. Thanks go to David Rogers for the use and set up of his keyboard and amp and helping with rehearsals and performances. Great thanks also to the choir themselves who arranged for this to be a charity performance for The Sunshine Club by donating all the ticket proceeds.

This Sunday the choir will also perform prior to a Combined Church Service at All Saints Church starting at 4.30pm. At this performance it has been agreed that all the collection proceeds will go to Youth Ministry on Norfolk Island. Sincere thanks to David Fell for arranging for both performances, and also Elaine Sanders at the Uniting Church for supporting this Sunday’s performance. Further generosity from our community has come from David at Eldoo, donating the use of a van for the group to use during the week.

We certainly hope that everyone in the group has enjoyed their holiday together. Your generosity in performing for us as well as donating to our local charities has been very much appreciated. From all at the Norfolk Island travel centre we hope your final days on Norfolk are relaxed and happy, and wish you a safe journey back home on Tuesday.

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Meet Dr Jamie Christie - Independent for Bean

Friday, March 29, 2019

I've never been a member of any political party, or even been to a political meeting.

I've been a salaried community hospital doctor for 30 years.

I'm resigning to stand as an Independent in the Federal Election in the ACT.

I know a bit about Canberra.

I don't know much about Norfolk Island, but I'm coming to try and find out.

I'll be at 

The Bowling Club Tuesday April 2nd 

The Paradise Deck Wednesday April 3rd

The RSL Thursday April 4th 

from 5:30 -7:30, or longer if people want to talk.

Hope to meet you there.

Jamie Christie

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Bernie 90th Birthday

Thursday, March 07, 2019

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Meet Clive and Lorelle Plater

Friday, July 06, 2018

Clive and Lorelle have been regular visitors to Norfolk since 1984 and were recently here for Bounty Day, their 16th time to Norfolk and their forth in as many years. Clive and Lorelle are great supporters of Norfolk Islanders in their quest for self-determination. Many readers may be familiar through Facebook with the signs they have erected on their 10 acre property at Eudlo, Queensland. Clive also takes every opportunity available to write letters and articles for local newspapers to raise awareness of the issues facing Norfolk Islanders.

Clive and Lorelle were first attracted to Norfolk because it was a safe place to bring young children. On their first visit their daughter was three years old and Clive’s mother and father came along. A son had come along by the 1988 visit then four grandchildren by the family’s 2013 visit for Clive’s 60th birthday. Clive said, ‘Norfolk is like home to us, especially with all the friends we have made over recent years having spent many hours at the ‘Tent Embassy’ during our past three visits’.

A highlight of this year’s visit was viewing construction of one of the new lighters by John Christian-Bailey and his team. ‘No matter how many times one visits Norfolk there is always something to see, I have taken thousands of photos over the years and say on each visit that I won’t need to take many photos but 2018 saw another 600 photos taken’, Clive said.

Clive retired from civil engineering in October 2017 after 47 years in the industry and Norfolk is now ‘locked in’ for an annual visit. For 2019 Clive and Lorelle are planning to commemorate ANZAC Day on Norfolk. One of Clive’s uncles was killed in World War II and for the past 30 years Clive has driven veterans in one of his Jeeps at the Nambour ANZAC Day parade but he has ‘taken leave’ for a few years to experience ANZAC Day at other locations.

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