The next rooms I visited at Tawhiti Museum were about the military history of the area, particularly The Musket Wars, and the story of Kimble Bent in the Taranaki wars of the 1860s.Normally this would be something I'd gloss over, but because of the intricacy of the scenes I found myself stopping constantly to read the information attached and peer closely at the details of the scenes.
The focus was very much on the stories of the people involved, and by the end of my time in this part of the museum I was keen to find out more about the history of New Zealand, as I realised it wasn't taught much when I was at school: instead we tended to focus on European history...
Wednesday, November 09, 2016
Tuesday, November 08, 2016
Tawhiti: Life at home
The second room at Tawhiti was large, well-lit, and contained so many scenes (both full-sized and miniature) that I found it almost overwhelming.
An example is this series of dioramas showing how butter was made 'in the old days':
from milking the cow,through pouring the milk (not sure what this did, and was too distracted to read the information below the scene!),
churning
and, finally, eating.
The full-sized scenes that caught my eye (and made my brain hurt as they were full-sized scenes that looked like miniature scenes made big: I figured it was all part of the owner's eye and ability to tell stories without words...):
a woman making dinner.A man in his workshop.
A scene at the local store,
and the local gunsmith at work.
While this room focused mainly on the pakeha* inhabitants of the area, the next rooms made up for it:
A full-sized model of a maori man wrapped in a blanket beside a fire outside two huts,
And miniature dioramas showing life in and around Turuturu Mokai pa, in a few scales.
(*Non-maori)
Monday, November 07, 2016
Tawhiti: Tangarakau township
The first room in Tawhiti Museum made me stop to rummage in my bag for my cameras, as I knew I, based on what I saw in this room alone, that I'd be taking a lot of photos*. The room had an interesting mix of well-done full-scale models, like this chap:
and this coal miner:
and miniature models, like this scene, set in the 1930s, of the Egmont Collieries train in front of the the buildings of Tangarakau township.
Also included were model bush scenes, including discarded train parts,
a sawmill,
and a scene of men loading the coal from the train into a waiting ship.
One of the things I loved most about these scenes was the realism of the New Zealand bush in them.
(*In fact, I stopped so often to take a photo that I ran out of time to visit a whole section of displays...)
and this coal miner:
and miniature models, like this scene, set in the 1930s, of the Egmont Collieries train in front of the the buildings of Tangarakau township.
Also included were model bush scenes, including discarded train parts,
a sawmill,
and a scene of men loading the coal from the train into a waiting ship.
One of the things I loved most about these scenes was the realism of the New Zealand bush in them.
(*In fact, I stopped so often to take a photo that I ran out of time to visit a whole section of displays...)
Sunday, November 06, 2016
Off the track and found some treasure
While I was buying my Russell Brown brooches from the Sarjeant Gallery gift shop, I mentioned that they were destined for my dolls' house (a little white lie, but easier than explaining miniature scenes to people, I find).
The women behind the the counter both said 'So you'll be visiting Tawhiti, then?' in such a way that they assumed that I knew all about it (whatever 'it' was) and would would most definitely have 'it' on our itinerary.
When it because clear that I was quite clueless, they assured me that we most simply MUST VISIT (especially as it was on the way to our next destination.)
And so it was (after a little googling that evening, back at the Airbnb place) that we decided it was worth a stop. And I found myself mystified as to how I had no idea of its existence, even after some major pre-trip research.
We arrived just before 11 am the following day, certain that we'd be done and dusted in an hour or so, and off to find lunch and continue our planned itinerary.
How. Wrong. We. Were.
Tawhiti Museum is amazing. And particularly amazing for a miniaturist.
After we bought our tickets, but before we went inside we decided morning tea was in order while we planned our time and decided what to see first., And it just so happened that there was an inviting-looking cafe right by the entrance.
As we walked in the door I realised this was going to be a very special place indeed. See those frames on the side wall?
They each held a one-twelfth scale scene from The Wind in the Willows.
(I have to admit that I've not read the book so can't identify the characters or which scenes from the book that they're in...)
But the scenes were exquisitely done, and a joy to explore even without knowing the story.
Feeling much refreshed, we decided that it was time to head inside the museum...
The women behind the the counter both said 'So you'll be visiting Tawhiti, then?' in such a way that they assumed that I knew all about it (whatever 'it' was) and would would most definitely have 'it' on our itinerary.
When it because clear that I was quite clueless, they assured me that we most simply MUST VISIT (especially as it was on the way to our next destination.)
And so it was (after a little googling that evening, back at the Airbnb place) that we decided it was worth a stop. And I found myself mystified as to how I had no idea of its existence, even after some major pre-trip research.
We arrived just before 11 am the following day, certain that we'd be done and dusted in an hour or so, and off to find lunch and continue our planned itinerary.
How. Wrong. We. Were.
Tawhiti Museum is amazing. And particularly amazing for a miniaturist.
After we bought our tickets, but before we went inside we decided morning tea was in order while we planned our time and decided what to see first., And it just so happened that there was an inviting-looking cafe right by the entrance.
As we walked in the door I realised this was going to be a very special place indeed. See those frames on the side wall?
They each held a one-twelfth scale scene from The Wind in the Willows.
(I have to admit that I've not read the book so can't identify the characters or which scenes from the book that they're in...)
But the scenes were exquisitely done, and a joy to explore even without knowing the story.
Feeling much refreshed, we decided that it was time to head inside the museum...
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