up the path
angels still linger
among the trees
St George’s is a small country church, built in 1882/83 in the village of Turakina. It has a beautiful setting, but is unfortunately only used on one Sunday in the month.
In 1871 the long-awaited bridge over the river was opened to carry all traffic between Wanganui and the northern districts, and the railway bridge further up-stream was completed six years later. Railway construction was slow, however, and it was not until 1885 that Wanganui was linked with New Plymouth. Finally, in November 1886, when the Manawatu Railway Company’s line was opened from Thorndon (Wellington) to Longburn, rail transport was thus available from Wanganui to Wellington. From 1882 to 1891, however, the growth of population was very slow. The expansion that did take place was largely due to the growth of dairying, not only locally but also in Taranaki, for the lack of suitable ports in the northern district was a gain to Wanganui.
‘WANGANUI’, from An Encyclopaedia of New Zealand, edited by A. H. McLintock, originally published in 1966.
Te Ara – the Encyclopedia of New Zealand
URL: http://www.TeAra.govt.nz/en/1966/wanganui (accessed 03 Aug 2017)
…and the view back towards the city.
We walked along by the river again today. There were lots of houses, some posh, some not so posh – but this little crumbling cottage caught my eye. Looks like nothing, but there are signs of someone who calls this place home. Potted plants and a towel hanging by one peg on the line…
…no matter how humble there’s no place like home.
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