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Please see following posts for more information, on the triumphs & tragedies of the Frandi family:
‘ITALIAN FAMILY TREES AND PHOTOS’
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Aristodemo and Annunziata, with their three Italian born children, arrived at Jackson Bay, Westland, New Zealand in 1877, and travelled on foot, crossing two rivers, to begin a new life at the settlement at Okuru. The promise of 10 acres of free land to grow grapes and other crops came to nothing; the land was a barren swamp then, and still is today. There were no doctors, no school; hunger was common among families. Letters from the settlers to a Westland newspaper paint a graphic picture of the hardships of, not only the Italian families, but those of other nationalities as well. The settlement was a complete failure.
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As we came into Okuru 2003, there before us was an awesome sight: a vast desolate sandy swamp, where the Frandi family lived for three years. An emotional confrontation. Trees still fighting for survival, bowing low before the Great Coastal Wind. How could Duncan McFarlane, New Zealand Government agent ever believe grapes and vegetables could be harvested in such a god forsaken place.
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Bush cemetery near Jackson Bay where the settlers' babies and children are buried (Photo afcoory 2003)
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The Graveyard in the Bush – a section of a poem by Dinnie Nolan, descendent of another Okuru settler:
The place is a wayback countryside,
Just after the golden rush,
The scene is a little graveyard, a clearing in the bush,
I attended on those solemn days, then a little child I’d be,
But outlines of those happenings, they still come back to me.
It was sad to view bereaved ones, but the sympathy was kind,
And it left a great impression on my little childish mind.
Each time a soul departed the settlers felt they must
Assemble there, one and all, at that graveyard in the bush.
The widower, he’s standing there, his little babe’s at home,
It shall never now know its mother’s care, for the mother she has gone.
With grief he’s quite distracted, I heard him cry and rave,
I saw stout men lay hands on him and drag him from the grave.
Another time a mother, she had lost a loving son,
The rest had gone and left her, he was then the only one.
I don’t like to tell the story, it might make you sad and fret,
But the passing at the graveside, I shall never more forget.
Many more were buried there in those pioneering days,
I recall the lovely f lowers that f lourished near the graves.
All enclosed with wooden railings as neat as it could be,
Seemed like a little paradise in its plain simplicity.
I returned there long years after, I was then an aged man,
The place was quite deserted, all settlement was gone.
There in my seclusion old memories on me rushed,
And my first impulse it was to seek that graveyard in the bush.
I feel that I should tell you what I gazed upon,
The tangled scrub, it towered above, and the clearing all was gone.
And those crude wooden crosses which as a child I’d seen,
Were buried ’neath that tangled mass, and oblivion reigned supreme.
I tried to force an entrance to locate the place,
But blackberry it barred the way, and tore my hands and face.
I sat there sad and lonely, and I could not help ref lect,
Is this remembrance after life, is this what we might expect.
When our span of life has ended, our voice forever hushed,
Will we lapse into oblivion in some graveyard in the bush?
-Dinnie Nolan
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We visited this lonely graveyard in 2003, where souls have finally found peace. Dappled light sneaked through the overgrown foliage, where I felt I could lie down upon the dried leaves and rest comfortably. Such quietness and solitude! Graves of stone circles, wrought iron rails, headstones, wooden engraved crosses, stacks of stones, many wooden markers rotting away…
A selection of inscriptions read:
Murdoch McPherson, died 1884 aged one year.
Janet Smith, died 1899 aged 56 years.
In memory of James Heveldt, born 4 July 1881 died 31 July 1901.
William Burmeister.














