Ruth Gardner's Blog 30/10/2013: Agropolis Area
Articles, UC QuakeStudies
An entry from Ruth Gardner's Blog for 30 October 2013 entitled, "Agropolis Area".
An entry from Ruth Gardner's Blog for 30 October 2013 entitled, "Agropolis Area".
An entry from Ruth Gardner's Blog for 10 February 2014 entitled, "Garnished Gambling".
An entry from Ruth Gardner's Blog for 27 December 2013 entitled, "Regal Rooster".
An entry from Ruth Gardner's blog for 6 March 2011 entitled, "Shrines for Broken Hearts".
An entry from Ruth Gardner's blog for 31 December 2010 entitled, "Marred Memorial".
An entry from Ruth Gardner's blog for 6 September 2010 entitled, "Feeling Fortunate".
A story submitted by Brenda Greene to the QuakeStories website.
An entry from Ruth Gardner's blog for 21 October 2012 entitled, "Luminous Luxcity".
An entry from Ruth Gardner's blog for 2 March 2013 entitled, "Supportive Smiles".
An entry from Ruth Gardner's blog for 17 April 2013 entitled, "Hanging Hearts".
An entry from Ruth Gardner's blog for 26 February 2013 entitled, "Popular Port-a-loos".
An entry from Ruth Gardner's blog for 12 June 2013 entitled, "Public Poem".
An entry from Ruth Gardner's blog for 14 April 2013 entitled, "Restart Rhyme".
An entry from Ruth Gardner's blog for 14 June 2011 entitled, "'My' Magazine".
A photograph captioned, "It's weird, it's very random. There were some beautiful houses here and now they are gone".
A photograph showing the damaged streetscape of Dallington, following the series of earthquakes in Christchurch.
An entry from Ruth Gardner's Blog for 03 February 2014 entitled, "Lunch at the Library?".
An entry from Ruth Gardner's Blog for 21 January 2014 entitled, "Silly Sign".
An entry from Ruth Gardner's Blog for 22 December 2013 entitled, "Santa's Slipping".
A photograph captioned, "They're fixing other places first. People over the other side of town are getting their houses fixed. We wonder why".
Caption reads: "No, I don’t think they deliver the mail everyday. Not anymore."
A photograph captioned, "So it's been an eventful couple of years. I think the first earthquake, it was just so totally unexpected. You went to bed one night and when you woke up - in just a few seconds- everything was different than it had been before".
A photograph captioned, "I miss living here, right by the river. I'd been there for quite a long time, 12 years or so. I realize now I took it for granted a bit. I used to get a bit bored with having a big old house that was cold, difficult to clean, and perhaps hard to keep warm. But now, when I go back there, I miss living in a big house by the river with an open fire and a big lounge and everything. I had the park there on the other side of the river. And there was a little bridge down there where you could walk over to it. There was actually a circuit you could do, up to the New Brighton Bridge and back. Yeah, it was beautiful".
A photograph captioned, "Lovely big weeds, they're pretty aren't they. Amongst all this".
A photograph captioned, "It feels like it has been a really on-going process. We weren't in the head space for it really, because when you retire, you think you're in your retirement home and you're there to stay. You don't expect to have to move on. To do all this".
A photograph captioned, "We went to Nigel's place for breakfast and stayed for three months".
A photograph captioned, "In the 1930s the traffic in Gayhurst Road was so light that I can remember playing hockey and cricket with apple boxes for wickets. If a car or cart came along there was plenty of time to shift the boxes to let them past".
A photograph captioned, "My daughter grew up in this house. She's 10 now. She is going to miss it - and Dallington. It's where she's grown up, what she knows. She'll miss it alright. Me too".
Caption reads: "Yeah yeah, I know, but you’ve got to look. It’s incredible what’s happened to these places. It’s not something you see everyday and once it’s gone, it’s gone forever."
Caption reads: "You can’t do a thing about it but I can’t be bothered going house hunting. I’ll just live each day as best I can. I keep thinking it could change again. The dust here doesn’t bother me, the noise doesn’t bother me. When they start pulling down houses the vibrations don’t bother me. Nothing bothers me. We’re all like that. That’s how you have to be when you can’t do a thing about it."