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Life at Bush's Beach
Memories by Acushla Adams

The Adams family was the last to live in the old homestead at
Bush’s Beach. As I was one of the six children in that family I would like to
share with you some of the happy memoirs of the time we spent there.
Until the early 50’s there was a homestead on the shore of
Bush’s Beach on Kaiaraara Bay. I understand that the Busch family built it as a
guesthouse but I have no idea when. In the early days, before our time, people
would stay at the property and boats would moor in the bay using the large jetty
to get ashore.
The property was made up of a house, a bedroom annex, outside
bathroom and toilet, another small one-room building used as a schoolhouse,
boatshed and jetty, smokehouse, milking bails and several paddocks.
At some stage the Busch family sold the property to "the
Forestry". Keith Adams joined the Forestry just after the World War II as a
clerk and was sent to the Barrier in about 1947. At that stage the family
comprised Keith and Danny, Aunty Lannie, Erin, David, Gabrielle, Acushla and
Simon. Dinah arrived a bit later.
I remember that the house had a very large kitchen with a big
wood stove that was used for cooking and water heating - I also remember that
with it, the house was very cosy in the cooler weather! Then there was a huge
lounge room – at least it was huge in my eyes - with a wooden table almost the
width of the room as its main feature. There were three bedrooms. As I recall
Mum and Dad had the main room, Aunty Lannie shared the second bedroom with Dinah
(the youngest at that stage) and Gabrielle and I had the third room. The rest of
the family slept out in the annex. There was a verandah at the front of the
house, then a grass verge of a few meters, and then the beach! At really high
tides the water would lap the bottom steps.
There were four bedrooms in the annex and it had a verandah
all around it. The bathroom was out side between the house and the annex.
In the late 40’s rationing was still in force with coupons
still being used and this made us become as self reliant as possible. A good
vegetable garden and fruit trees helped and much to everyone’s delight a bounty
of fish and other seafood became our main diet – fish, oysters, pipis, mussels
were all to be gathered not far from our front door.
Being so close to the water we shared the house with a colony
of penguins that lived under it. Many a night they would waken us as they
settled noisily. Having had a good feed of fish they would waddle up the beach
and back under the house. Cute little creatures but when one decided to come
through a hole in the floor and nest in the pile of stove kindling it created
some problems. The telephone was directly above the nest and when someone wanted
to use the phone all hell broke loose as the penguin protected "its territory"!
After a few days of this, Dad eventually captured it, put it back under the
house and fixed the floor.
As well as nature’s animals we had a menagerie of our own:
Jack and Dinah the horses, Ferdinand (of course) the bull, Marion a black sheep,
two cows, a pig, ducks, chickens, dogs, cats and guinea pigs.
Marion the sheep had an identity problem and always insisted
on going with the cows to be milked – she would enter the bail and once her
tummy was tickled she wandered off, quite pleased with herself.
Stories about Dad – Memories
by Acushla Murdoch (nee Adams)
When we first arrived on the island, the only way that Dad
could get to work at the Forestry office – it still stands as part of the DOC
buildings – was by rowing across Kaiaraara Bay. He would row about 500 meters
and then scramble up the steep hill and cross Leroy’s land, carefully avoiding
their bull, and then walk down the road to the office. I don’t know where he
landed – maybe where 'The Jetty' is today. Eventually our finances allowed him
to buy an outboard motor.
Having the boat meant that we could catch a lot of fish, so
many that Dad decided to smoke some of them in the smoke house that was there.
This was his first and last attempt because the smoke house was so badly burned
that it would have required rebuilding and I think that Dad decided "once
bitten, twice shy" and left it. Needless to say the fish did not survive either
and from then on it was strictly fresh fish.
Another time when Danny (Mum) was away in Auckland, Dad
thought that he would bake some scones in the wood stove. As anyone knows, it
takes time and patience and a judgment of the correct heat. Dad obviously didn’t
have the patience nor the judgment and the scones ended up as solid as rocks and
inedible. Not being one to waste anything, Dad decided that if the scones were
soaked in water for a couple of days the chooks might find them tempting but no,
the chooks wouldn’t have a bar of them either. From then on the baking was left
to the women in the family.
Our bull Ferdinand met an untimely death when he caught his
head in the gate and in trying to free himself broke his neck. Dad decided that
it was too difficult to bury him and thought that the best solution was to have
the horse drag the carcass around to the next small bay. The hope was that the
outgoing tide would carry Ferdinand out to feed the fish. Next day we awoke to
find Ferdinand on our beach! Plan B was to get the bull into deep water and tow
it further offshore using the boat – that was the last we saw of Ferdinand! 
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