After
a couple of weeks of editing and getting print copies ready for Createspace, I
was desperate to get back to writing Du Rose Sons. But first I needed to do
some research. Usually it involves visiting pa sites such as Rangiriri or
tramping to the top of Taupiri Maunga, just to see what it looks like off the
top. Once I forced my gorgeous husband to drive me to Port Waikato because that’s
the town that Hana can see from the top of Logan’s mountain. Logan’s comment to
Hana that, “There’s nothing there,” was not only true, but it’s what my husband
said to me before we did the hour long journey there weaving and winding
through the mountains. It was pretty beautiful though.
Mount Ruapehu |
There
is so much about hidden New Zealand that is truly stunning. It’s not just the
big sky or the phenomenal ridge of tide as two oceans clash just off Cape
Reinga, it’s the raw nakedness of the geography and the incredible richness of
the culture.
My
Hana Du Rose Mysteries have embraced Māori culture more as they’ve progressed,
not least because Logan Du Rose has such an intricate history attached to the
land he owns and the family he belongs to. There are some shocks to come in Du
Rose Sons that you won’t have seen coming, but I wanted to extend the richness
of the Māori tapestry within it.
View from the top of Taupiri Mountain |
My
qualifications to do this are probably somewhat flaky in that I am an immigrant
with no Māori heritage whatsoever. But before emigrating from the UK, my
children and I made serious efforts to learn Māori, despite being ridiculed
when we got here for it, albeit mainly by white people! We arrived in the
country knowing how to introduce ourselves, make simple greetings and recognise
signs. We knew not to stick our tongues out at anyone and not to put our
backsides anywhere near surfaces which might be used to for food. Now that last
one sounds odd but you would be surprised how often you rest your butt against
your kitchen surface or how many of your teenagers hoik their bums onto the counter
or table to chat to you. So see, our feeble attempts were worth it. That is
considered offensive. You don’t put your nono
where you eat your kai!
As
a family we visited the Waitangi Treaty Grounds and spoke at length to a lovely
man there who was brought up on the site and remembered the English flag being
blown up when he was a boy. He loved that my children attempted to converse
with him and showed an interest in his heritage. I also studied for a year
extramurally with Te Wanaanga Aotearoa on a Māori history course, which was
immensely enriching. I had such an incredible response from Māori people who I
asked for help while I was doing the course and had some neat conversations. I
went to a cafe once and sat with my books out studying and ended up with the
barista sat next to me trying to point out Te Wherowhero’s pa up in the
Hakarimata Ranges on an ordinance survey map. Now that was fun!
Taupiri in the early morning mists |
So
today I’ve been researching some Wise Words of the Māori in a beautiful book by
Murdoch Riley of that name, Revealing History and Traditions.
I
will list some I think you might find inspiring and relate them to a section in
Du Rose Sons just to tease those of you desperately hanging out for it.
Riding my horse by the Waikato River |
Tama
Du Rose
There
is a scene in which Tama empties Hana’s pantry searching for food and eats
everything he finds. He’s home on leave from the fire service for a reason that
if I told you, I would have to kill you for knowing. But he’s hungry and
foraging and Alfred says of him,
Ahakoa nui, ahakoa iti, Pūrangatia
ko te aroaro o Taiawa.
No
whether large or small, it will be heaped up in front of Taiawa.
Now
Taiawa was a traveller and a glutton it seems and would eat absolutely anything
put in front of him. Actually he sounds like the perfect child but anyway, this
sentence aptly describes the grazing Tama.
Logan
Du Rose
Logan
takes his whakapapa seriously and his debt to the people of the land. His
grandmother, Phoenix Du Rose buried his afterbirth underneath the ancient kauri
tree at the top of the mountain and his body will return to the mountain after
death. His daughter was born in the same place at the end of Du Rose Legacy and
he unwittingly buried her afterbirth there too, scraping the baked earth over
it with the heel of his boot. The moko tattoo on his upper arm and shoulder
details his heritage, even though he discovered at the age of forty that his
heritage was not as he believed.
E kore e taka te parapara a ōna tūpuna,
tukua iho kia a ai.
He cannot lose the
spirit of his ancestors; it must descend to him.
Ahakoa mate he tētē kura, e ora ana
he tētē kura.
Although
one chief has died, another will take his place.
E haere atu ana he whakatipuranga
E haere mai ana he whakatipuranga.
One
generation goes and another generation arrives.
Researching Maori Wise words |
Will,
the archivist in the Du Rose Museum which Hana has started up at the hotel in
the mountains is the guardian of the Du Rose taonga and artifacts. In Du Rose Sons, Hana has cause to take issue
with a particular item and in protecting it, Will says,
E hara i te mea, he kotahi tangata nāna
i whakaara i tō pō.
It
was not one man alone who was awake in the dark times.
He
is trying to tell Hana that she should consider more than one version of
events.
I’ve
chosen heaps and would happily share them all with you. But at the risk of
boring you, I will give you a final insight into the character of Reuben Du
Rose, who you met in Du Rose Legacy. Of him it would be said,
E tohe i ngā tohe a Pōtoru.
Stubborn
as the stubbornness of Pōtoru, who
rushed foolishly to his own destruction.
The picture I painted on my living room wall. Whanau means family. |
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