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These are my two axes. The one on the left is 50 years old. The one on the right is my Aussie speed that is 25 years old.
This is the biggest and heaviest axe I have. I use this in a sport called wood-chopping. It is worth 1,000 dollars! It is an adult axe.
This is my house. It is about 50 years old. The house is surrounded by an apple orchard. It doesn't mean we get free apples.
This is a clock face of my great, great, great grandad, Louis Kerr and my grandad is going to put it as a real clock. You may remember me standing in front of my great, great, grandad's shop a few weeks ago.
This is a photo of my Dad when he was one. He is 49 now so the photo is 48 years old.
This is my Nona when she is 17. This photo is 53 years old.
This is a button for the New Zealand Forces that was on someone's coat in World War II. I got it from the shop in Mapua.
We are doing a school production. We are learning lots of songs and we are basing it from the olden days 1859 through to 2009.
Here I am standing beside Sam. I am pretending to be his wife because Eva was not there all the girls have to wear an apron.
This is a black wrought iron mirror. It is 90 years old. My Dad just bought from an antique shop.
This is some pottery. It is from Peru. I am not sure how old it is. It was my Nana's.
This is a silver sugar bowl and a milk jug. It is about 80 years old or more. These were given to me and my mum by my Nana.
This is me at the showgrounds in Richmond. All of the women are wearing dresses and all the men are wearing hats.
This is me in front of a photo of the Boulder Bank. It was a photo that we took on our Nelson Museum visit.
I am stood in front of the old Nelson Post Office in Trafalgar Street. Now we have a new Post Office there on the same site. The cars can park in the middle of the road like that there were less people and less cars about in the old days.
As you can see in the photo these are some horse-riding soldiers riding down Trafalgar Street in 1914. They are probably getting ready to go off to war.
This is the picture of me and it is when the settlers came and they started to build a village to live in. They burnt down the trees to start the village. As you can see they are working as hard as they can. Some are building, some are doing other stuff. This picture is in 1845.
This is me on the top of Spooner's Hill on the way to Murchison. I think that looks amazing. It is a painting painted by John Gully. He was a famous Nelson artist.
This is me by Auckland Point School. A train line used to run past where the school is now. Now all that area that used to be sea is land. They reclaimed the land by dumping lots of dirt into the sea. Now you can drive on it.
Here is me in front of a house in the olden days. It looks dark and scary but it would probably be OK to live in in the olden days.
This is me at Haulashore Island. There are saltwater baths at the bottom of the picture. They aren't there any more.
This is me at the Nelson Boys College before the earthquake and the fire. The steeple fell off in the Murchison earthquake.
This is a Morris 8. It is 60 years old.
We got this off our friend and dad is trying to fix it.
This is our Cady and is 30 years old. It is yellow.
The seats feel like couches.
Here is a very old camera. It is popped out right now but there is a other picture of this camera in another photo and more information.
The is a very old camera camera at least 92 years old.
Here is a Box Brownie camera about 70 years old so it is a bit younger than the last camera.
So here is a before and after photo.
This is an old milk jug out of an old tea set. It is at least 70 - 80 years old. My mother got given it by her mother and it has been in the family like that for ages.
This is another jug out of the tea set. I don't know what it would have been used for.
Here is a picture of my great grandad's truck on his way to Rai Valley. He used carry logs and timber on the truck.
On Saturday we drove to Takaka. The game was at 10:00 in the morning. We lost by 7-10 to Takaka. It took one hour and twenty eight minutes. When we got to the rugby club we had to line up in our grades. When the guy called out my name I went up and got my 2 trophies from my coach.
These are my 2 trophies that I got. The rugby ball has my name on it but I have to give it back next year. The other one I have to keep. I won the trophy becaue I got player of the year. I was surprised when I got it and I was really happy.
This sexton is used for navingating on ships as they travel around on the ocean. My Dad’s dad gave it to him. I think he sailed on ships.
My great-grandad found these old Maori tools on a river bank. The top left one is an anchor for a canoe. The top right one is a really thin edged cutting tool. The bottom left one a like little carving tool and the bottom right one is a little ink well for storing the ink when making a tattoo or moko. They are very old and precious.
This is the first copy of the Nelson Mail dated Monday, March 5, 1866. My grandfather works at the Nelson Evening Mail. The paper was only 4 pages long and it cost a penny.
This is a caste iron weight. It was my great, great grandad's. It is an eight pound weight. These days we measure in kilograms.
This old hickory golf club belonged to my great grandad. It was made in 1910. He must have been left handed.
I am a convict. I am working hard making Rocks Road. We had to cover the rocks up with dirt so that people could drive their cars around there.
Here am I looking over Nelson town. Can you see the part of Nelson that is now called The Wood? It was called that because there was a wood there.
This is me near the swamp that is now where the Queen's Gardens. In the old days lots of Nelson land was all swampy. The new settlers drained it.
This is me by the old church on Church Hill. As a dare a man took his horse and cart up the steps. The steps used to be made of wood. He was showing off.
I am at the top of Trafalgar Street looking down towards the clock on the old Post Office. The road is a dirt road and there a few of the first cars but they still used horses in those days.
I am looking over Nelson Harbour. You can see the old sailing ships coming in and Fifeshire Rock of course. This was before they put a cut in the Boulder Bank and ships had to sail past the rock to get into the harbour.
I am in Trafalgar Street. Can you see the old cathedral made of wood and the wooden steps going up to the cathedral. Now they are made of stone.
I am standing by the beach at Tahuna looking at Fifeshire Rock. The sun is going down.
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