Do you know what the New Zealanders did during World War I in Flanders?
Do you know if those soldiers are still remembered in Flanders?
Do you know if the New Zealanders know what happened in Passchendaele?
Do you know if the Belgians know what happened with the New Zealanders in Messines, Warneton and Passchendaele?
Tuesday, 31 July 2012
New Zealand’s hospitality towards a Belgian…
I received this letter from Charlotte, I was given authorization to publish it on my blog:
You can follow Charlotte on her blog: http://www.bloggen.be/varletfarmcharlottesstory/ in English or http://www.bloggen.be/charlottesstory/ in Dutch
After a journey through 4 different
countries, I have finally made it to the last country on my list. The saying
goes “save the best for last” and that is exactly what I have been doing.
An uneventful flight took me from Brisbane to Auckland,
a city which proved to be much bigger than I anticipated. I had been “warned”
several times when travelling through Australia,
that New Zealand
would impress me in many ways. All I can say is that my Australian contacts have
not been lying. Auckland
proves to be a wonderful city but more important to me: the people I have met
were the best ambassadors of their country. From the moment I arrived, I have
been spoiled with attention, I have been taken around to explore the city, I
have been taken to so many sites (amongst which the place where our exhibition
“The Belgians have not forgotten” had been put on display), I have caught up
with Helen Pollack, who is currently working on another piece of art linking
the history of both our countries… all in all: Auckland left a more than
positive first impression on me.!
Apparently I am not the only Belgian, with
that feeling as I was hosted for a couple of nights by a mixed Belgian-New
Zealand couple… I celebrated the 21st of July, our Belgian national
day, in a more intense way than I have ever done before, surrounded by
New-Zealand friends, drinking Belgian beers, while I was supporting their
economy drinking New Zealand’s white wine!
During my stay in Auckland, I stayed with members of the Auckland
Passchendaele Society ( www.passchendaelesociety.org ):
a group of WW I enthusiasts who are keen to make sure that history is kept
alive. They organised a lecture in the Auckland War
which proved to be a very successful event.
The flight from Auckland
proved that the Air New Zealand pilots know their job: the turbulence just
before landing was the strongest I had been confronted with but those pilots
put the plane down with the gentlest touch one can imagine.
The welcoming I was given in this city
proved to be just as warm as the one in Auckland.
My hosts went out of their way to assure that every possible need was met but
more than that, they offered a warm home to me. My lecture at the RSA attracted
a strongly interested audience. Being able to bring the story from the
battlefields to an interested group of people is the most rewarding of all.
My next journey took me to Masterton, where
a lecture in the local Wairarapa Archives was attended by more people than
anticipated. Extra chairs had to be brought in till we got to the stage that
there was no more room. Each lecture makes it clear to me how strongly
connected our two countries prove to be.
Keeping in mind that my journey is not
purely a working holiday, I have been invited to a birthday party too: it gave
me the opportunity to get to see another aspect of life down under. I can not
deny that I like it more and more…
The journey from Masterton to Featherston
is one of breathtaking views. Landscape that surpasses any imagination: this is
what so many soldiers left behind when leaving their country to fight for the
freedom of the Belgians. Only people, who have seen this, will understand what
I mean: New Zealand
is a different country from any other I have been to. Somehow the combination
of people and nature seems to be in the best balance… here you find the best of
Featherston has a unique relic of the Great
War: the Anzac Hall, which is still very much, preserved the way it was. This
was the place where so many soldiers, being trained in the largest NZ camp at
the time, had their last dance. The impressive wooden halls, threw me back in
time as I entered it yesterday evening. I couldn’t stop myself from thinking
that those young men, who were cheerfully saying goodbye here, could never have
imagined what Flanders Fields were going to mean to them…
A very interested audience attended my
lecture in Featherston: one lady stepped up to me, saying that her father
fought in Passchendaele. My talk moved her almost to tears. It made me feel
very humble and proud at the same time:
bringing the history to the people with an interest is my personal way
to say thank you for the involvement of those soldiers who really came from 'the
uttermost ends of the earth'