Herbert had a view that his work in Peru was perhaps preparation for his work in retirement! He certainly never slackened in his missionary endeavors.
"After Dr Money had visited us a few times in Palmerston and we had talked on various topics, one of them being Graham's parents in Christchurch, a few things fell into place for him. After hearing that Graham's mother was Gloria Best, he said "You know, I am sure I know your mother - I taught her in Christchurch when she was in a class of girls aged about 15 or 16." Then he added "And they all cried when I left!" Dr Money was then about 22 years old. We thought "Ha! we've got Nana now. She will never admit to crying because a teacher left school. How soft."
We could hardly wait to put the question "Did you happen to know a teacher by the name of Herbert Money?" "Herbert Money!" she replied. "Oh, he was lovely! He had brown wavy hair and he used to read us such wonderful stories." Dr Money said that he was worried about his "reading aloud" and he used this class on which to practise his reading skills.
In the providence of God, this relationship was used by Him over 50 years later to bring Nana to Himself. She had always been antagonistic to Christian things although raised in a God fearing and church going family.
When finally confined to bed because of terminal pancreatic cancer Herbert Money used to visit her every Tuesday and read the Scriptures and pray with her. There were other influences also happening at the same time but isn't it amazing how these contacts bear fruit so many years later?!
Dr Money rang Graham one day and said "Your Mother is a Christian now." We had prayed for Graham's parents for decades but, like Rhoda when she heard Peter at the door, we could hardly believe it was true. Graham went to Christchurch to visit his Mother (taking Rebecca who was 4). When he returned he said "The old girl has been converted alright!" The change in her was amazing. She was confined to bed for the rest of the year until she was taken Home but she became a calm, quiet, kind patient, dying peacefully at home and ministered to to the end by the faithful Herbert.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Background and Call to Peru
Death of Arthur and Education
The following year (1915) I went to work at five shillings a week at Turnbull and Jones, a firm of electrical engineers, and by 1916 was earning seven and sixpence a week. In 1917 I transferred to T.H.Green and Co., a firm of wholesale grocers. My brother, Arthur, who was fifteen months younger than I, had worked there until his death at the end of 1916 (see below) and it was on account of the excellence of his work that I was offered this position. In the meantime I was attending evening classes at the Technical College in preparation for the Matriculation Examination which I successfully passed in 1920. That year I was appointed probationer at the Christchurch East School. The following year I entered the Christchurch Teachers College and commenced my University studies, my major subject being Education. I graduated from Training College at the end of 1922 and completed my B.A. the following year, during which time I taught part time at the Technical College. Under Professor James Shelley, who was an inspiring teacher I won the distinction of being the first student in New Zealand to gain a Master’s Degree with First Class Honours in Education. That year I took the middle term off in order to write my thesis on “The Effect on Children of the Transition from Primary to Secondary School”. This proved to be a most profitable field of investigation, which continued to interest me during the whole of my teaching career.
Note: Christchurch Teachers College
The College began in 1877 as a department of the Christchurch Normal School. There were 31 students on the roll: 25 women and 6 men. In 1905 the teacher training section of the Normal School was redesignated as the Training College with its own Principal. Initially a pupil-teacher system of teacher training operated. Under this plan, which lasted until 1931, students between the ages of 13 and 16 were engaged as pupil-teachers.
Note: Extract from Christchurch Cemeteries Database
Surname: MONEY
First name(s): ARTHUR THOMAS
Date of death: Thursday, 28 December 1916
Cemetery: Linwood Cemetery
Date of burial: Saturday, 30 December 1916
Block number: 35
Plot number: 306
Age: 15 years
Address: 16 MERSEY STREET
Occupation: CLERK
Place of birth: QUEENSLAND
Years in New Zealand: 12
Comments: Died: Appendix abcess, toxaemia
The following year (1915) I went to work at five shillings a week at Turnbull and Jones, a firm of electrical engineers, and by 1916 was earning seven and sixpence a week. In 1917 I transferred to T.H.Green and Co., a firm of wholesale grocers. My brother, Arthur, who was fifteen months younger than I, had worked there until his death at the end of 1916 (see below) and it was on account of the excellence of his work that I was offered this position. In the meantime I was attending evening classes at the Technical College in preparation for the Matriculation Examination which I successfully passed in 1920. That year I was appointed probationer at the Christchurch East School. The following year I entered the Christchurch Teachers College and commenced my University studies, my major subject being Education. I graduated from Training College at the end of 1922 and completed my B.A. the following year, during which time I taught part time at the Technical College. Under Professor James Shelley, who was an inspiring teacher I won the distinction of being the first student in New Zealand to gain a Master’s Degree with First Class Honours in Education. That year I took the middle term off in order to write my thesis on “The Effect on Children of the Transition from Primary to Secondary School”. This proved to be a most profitable field of investigation, which continued to interest me during the whole of my teaching career.
Note: Christchurch Teachers College
The College began in 1877 as a department of the Christchurch Normal School. There were 31 students on the roll: 25 women and 6 men. In 1905 the teacher training section of the Normal School was redesignated as the Training College with its own Principal. Initially a pupil-teacher system of teacher training operated. Under this plan, which lasted until 1931, students between the ages of 13 and 16 were engaged as pupil-teachers.
Note: Extract from Christchurch Cemeteries Database
Surname: MONEY
First name(s): ARTHUR THOMAS
Date of death: Thursday, 28 December 1916
Cemetery: Linwood Cemetery
Date of burial: Saturday, 30 December 1916
Block number: 35
Plot number: 306
Age: 15 years
Address: 16 MERSEY STREET
Occupation: CLERK
Place of birth: QUEENSLAND
Years in New Zealand: 12
Comments: Died: Appendix abcess, toxaemia
Background and Call to Peru
I have a photograph, which I reassure very highly. It is of my father and mother on the occasion of their Golden Wedding. I think it is the best portrait ever taken of them because it captures an expression of the peace and joy that goes with godly living and which characterised them throughout their long life. They were devoted Christians, who to my knowledge never strayed from what they regarded as the right course on which they always maintained an even keel. Nothing seemed to daunt or discourage them. They instructed us well in the Scriptures, commended us to God in our daily, family devotions and set us the finest example of Christian living that parents could possibly offer their children. It was they who set my feet on the straight and narrow path and from my earliest years encouraged me by word and deed to follow in their footsteps. It was their ambition that I should be a missionary and to this end they fostered in me from childhood the determination to prepare for it by applying myself with all my might to whatever task was assigned me. This did not mean that life was by any means dull in our home. On the contrary they made it so interesting for us children that we could not imagine anything better than their companionship and way of living.
Both of them had been early settlers in Queensland, their parents having migrated from England while they were still quite young and having to battle against the elements when that state was still in its infancy. Their tales of the pioneering days always delighted us and my father especially could keep us enthralled with his adventures for as long as he cared to talk about them. How we wished we could have lived in those times too! Father must have sensed this longing, so he did the next best thing for us. He took us out on hikes and camping expeditions and taught us the art of fending for ourselves and making ourselves comfortable anywhere. My earliest recollection of a camping expedition was at the Queensland Coast near Bundaberg. I was scarcely four at the time. Dad borrowed a horse and cart from his mother who had a farm at a place called Barolin, just out of the town. He borrowed a tarpaulin, piled us and the camping equipment on board and headed for the coast where we pitched a camp with the tarpaulin stretched over the cart, covering the shafts and extending out on either side beyond the wheels. My brother, Arthur, and I slept between the shafts, mother and father occupied the space between the wheels and our provisions were stored in the covered space on either side of them. It was all very simple and primitive but we as boys could not imagine anything more delightful. It must have brought back memories to Dad too, for it was not far from this spot that his father met an untimely end endeavouring to save his only daughter from drowning in a water hole at a similar camp. That sad event is still commemorated by the place-name Money’s Creek, by which the place is still known to this day.
Note: Money's Creek lies on the coast on the outskirts of Bundaberg. You can move this map to around, and alter scale to get a perspective of where it lies. Barolin is now represented only by a suburban street in Bundaberg
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Both of them had been early settlers in Queensland, their parents having migrated from England while they were still quite young and having to battle against the elements when that state was still in its infancy. Their tales of the pioneering days always delighted us and my father especially could keep us enthralled with his adventures for as long as he cared to talk about them. How we wished we could have lived in those times too! Father must have sensed this longing, so he did the next best thing for us. He took us out on hikes and camping expeditions and taught us the art of fending for ourselves and making ourselves comfortable anywhere. My earliest recollection of a camping expedition was at the Queensland Coast near Bundaberg. I was scarcely four at the time. Dad borrowed a horse and cart from his mother who had a farm at a place called Barolin, just out of the town. He borrowed a tarpaulin, piled us and the camping equipment on board and headed for the coast where we pitched a camp with the tarpaulin stretched over the cart, covering the shafts and extending out on either side beyond the wheels. My brother, Arthur, and I slept between the shafts, mother and father occupied the space between the wheels and our provisions were stored in the covered space on either side of them. It was all very simple and primitive but we as boys could not imagine anything more delightful. It must have brought back memories to Dad too, for it was not far from this spot that his father met an untimely end endeavouring to save his only daughter from drowning in a water hole at a similar camp. That sad event is still commemorated by the place-name Money’s Creek, by which the place is still known to this day.
Note: Money's Creek lies on the coast on the outskirts of Bundaberg. You can move this map to around, and alter scale to get a perspective of where it lies. Barolin is now represented only by a suburban street in Bundaberg
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Sunday, April 13, 2008
Background and Call to Peru
Background and Call to Peru
(Milford Sound, 1926)
In January of 1926 I accompanied my father on a walking trip to Milford Sound. We travelled by train to Lumsden and thence by bus to Lake Te Anau. The following day we went by launch to Glade House at the northern end of the lake and from there commenced the walk through some of the most beautiful bush scenery in the whole world. The trek took two and half days. The first half day along the Clinton River brought us to the Pampolona Hut where we spent the night. Provisions were constantly being taken on pack animals and very good meals were prepared and served by the guides in charge of each party. The second day took us over the McKinnon Pass to the Quinton Hut near the Sutherland Falls. Heavy rain fell during the day and the party was well and truly drenched by the time this place was reached. However the scenery had been magnificent and made up for any slight discomfort. Our guide soon had a blazing fire going before which to dry our clothes and in a remarkable short space of time was serving up a hot meal. An easy walk next day brought us to the last hut and the Sound itself. The scenery there was truly magnificent but there was only one snag. It was the sandflies, which existed in Plague proportions. Sandfly repellent was unknown in those days. So we just had to put up with them and develop our own technique of rhythmically swotting our faces, necks and hands. During our stay at the Sound we took a launch trip out to the heads calling at all the principle points of interest on the way. A remarkable feature of this Sound is the precipitous nature of the mountain sides, which fall perpendicularly into the sea so that vessels of the greatest draught could literally tie up to the trees as if to a wharf.
It was during a walk with my father through a delightful beech forest on the Sunday afternoon that he asked me if I had forgotten my missionary call. My reply was that I certainly had not but up to that time had received no clear indication about that line. However when such a call should come, I was prepared to act on it immediately. That call was not long coming.
(Memoirs)
Note: Sutherland Falls
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(Milford Sound, 1926)
In January of 1926 I accompanied my father on a walking trip to Milford Sound. We travelled by train to Lumsden and thence by bus to Lake Te Anau. The following day we went by launch to Glade House at the northern end of the lake and from there commenced the walk through some of the most beautiful bush scenery in the whole world. The trek took two and half days. The first half day along the Clinton River brought us to the Pampolona Hut where we spent the night. Provisions were constantly being taken on pack animals and very good meals were prepared and served by the guides in charge of each party. The second day took us over the McKinnon Pass to the Quinton Hut near the Sutherland Falls. Heavy rain fell during the day and the party was well and truly drenched by the time this place was reached. However the scenery had been magnificent and made up for any slight discomfort. Our guide soon had a blazing fire going before which to dry our clothes and in a remarkable short space of time was serving up a hot meal. An easy walk next day brought us to the last hut and the Sound itself. The scenery there was truly magnificent but there was only one snag. It was the sandflies, which existed in Plague proportions. Sandfly repellent was unknown in those days. So we just had to put up with them and develop our own technique of rhythmically swotting our faces, necks and hands. During our stay at the Sound we took a launch trip out to the heads calling at all the principle points of interest on the way. A remarkable feature of this Sound is the precipitous nature of the mountain sides, which fall perpendicularly into the sea so that vessels of the greatest draught could literally tie up to the trees as if to a wharf.
It was during a walk with my father through a delightful beech forest on the Sunday afternoon that he asked me if I had forgotten my missionary call. My reply was that I certainly had not but up to that time had received no clear indication about that line. However when such a call should come, I was prepared to act on it immediately. That call was not long coming.
(Memoirs)
Note: Sutherland Falls
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Thursday, April 10, 2008
Extract from Memoirs
I went to South America in 1927 and left in 1968, so that my period of service extended over 41 years.
I went to Peru as a teacher in the Anglo Peruvian College in Lima, a boys college, which functions under the auspices of the Free Church of Scotland and is one of the most prestigious colleges in Peru. I was a full-time teacher there for 12 years and a part time teacher till my retirement in 1968. From 1934 onwards I was a lecturer in the Peruvian Bible Institute and became General Secretary to the National Evangelical Council of Peru upon the formation of this body in 1940 and continued to serve in this capacity till my retirement. I also founded a Bible Institute for the Lowland Indians of Peruvian Amazonia in 1957. This now functions under the auspices of the Swiss Indian Mission. I took part in the founding of the Lima Evangelical Seminary in 1962. I was Vice Rector and taught Church History and Systematic Theology. In 1968 I was decorated by the Peruvian Government and made a Knight Commander of the Order of Magisterial Palms for Distinguished services to education. Although always based in Lima I traveled extensively both in Peru and the rest of the Continent. Memoirs (Interview)
I went to Peru as a teacher in the Anglo Peruvian College in Lima, a boys college, which functions under the auspices of the Free Church of Scotland and is one of the most prestigious colleges in Peru. I was a full-time teacher there for 12 years and a part time teacher till my retirement in 1968. From 1934 onwards I was a lecturer in the Peruvian Bible Institute and became General Secretary to the National Evangelical Council of Peru upon the formation of this body in 1940 and continued to serve in this capacity till my retirement. I also founded a Bible Institute for the Lowland Indians of Peruvian Amazonia in 1957. This now functions under the auspices of the Swiss Indian Mission. I took part in the founding of the Lima Evangelical Seminary in 1962. I was Vice Rector and taught Church History and Systematic Theology. In 1968 I was decorated by the Peruvian Government and made a Knight Commander of the Order of Magisterial Palms for Distinguished services to education. Although always based in Lima I traveled extensively both in Peru and the rest of the Continent. Memoirs (Interview)
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Flounders in the Catlins
My Dad tells the story of Herb, Gordon Mackie and himself going out spear fishing for flounders in the Catlins Estuary. It has always been a good spot to go floundering. The Estuary is a maze of splintering channels and old oxbows which stretch 2-3 km in each direction. Low tide, and night time is the best time for floundering. The channels are easily seen by moon light. However as the tide comes in, it is easy to become lost and stranded. This is what happened on this particular evening. My Dad said to Herb and Gordon that they would have to swim back to the car as he could not find the route back. At this point both Herb and Gordon declared that they were unable to swim!!
A solution was found whereby Herb and Gordon floated across the channel holding onto the rubber inner tube which supported the 12 volt battery used to power the underwater lights. Dad swam on ahead, started the car and turned on the headlights. All the men had stripped off and somehow carried their clothes above their heads. The description of "all shapes and sizes emerging from the water" is still told today. One has to appreciate the large frame of Herb contrasted to the somewhat skinny frame of Gordon to understand the description. You are probably best to get my Dad's version of this story Bruce. Anyway Herb must have been in his 70's then. I used to do a lot of floundering in my teens and early 20's but don't know that I would care for it much in my 40's. The water temp is 6-8 degrees Celsius. Steve
A solution was found whereby Herb and Gordon floated across the channel holding onto the rubber inner tube which supported the 12 volt battery used to power the underwater lights. Dad swam on ahead, started the car and turned on the headlights. All the men had stripped off and somehow carried their clothes above their heads. The description of "all shapes and sizes emerging from the water" is still told today. One has to appreciate the large frame of Herb contrasted to the somewhat skinny frame of Gordon to understand the description. You are probably best to get my Dad's version of this story Bruce. Anyway Herb must have been in his 70's then. I used to do a lot of floundering in my teens and early 20's but don't know that I would care for it much in my 40's. The water temp is 6-8 degrees Celsius. Steve
Cunning Mules
"I was just a young child in Peru when Dr Money visited the mission house at Cajamarca, [Google Earth 6°12'17.95"S 78°36'14.29"W] which is approximately 600km north of Lima. My parents James and Elizabeth Turnbull went to Peru in 1928 and remained there until 1937, serving the Evangelical Union of South America, known as EUSA. My father, an ordained minister and qualified to teach went to serve as a teacher and pastor/evangelist and my mother as a nurse/midwife. I was born in Peru and was 5 years old when we left in 1937.
I remember Dr Money as a very special and very very tall man. I liked him very much and his visits were full of laughter and teasing. My parents thought highly of Dr Money and there was much mutual sharing of their work and of their love for the Peruvian people.
My father went up country to visit Indian villages from time to time on horse or mule. On one occasion Dr Money accompanied my father. As they saddled up I was standing nearby. After placing the saddle in the animal Dr Money proceeded to tighten the girth strap. But mules are cunning animals and this one was seemingly unwilling to be involved in the hard work of carrying such a large man and so, as the strap was tightened he took a deep breath and expanded his body. As Dr Money mounted the mule it let out the air, the girth strap was no longer effective and the saddle slipped around the mule's body and Dr Money was deposited on the ground. No damage to Dr Money but much laughter and teasing." Margaret
I remember Dr Money as a very special and very very tall man. I liked him very much and his visits were full of laughter and teasing. My parents thought highly of Dr Money and there was much mutual sharing of their work and of their love for the Peruvian people.
My father went up country to visit Indian villages from time to time on horse or mule. On one occasion Dr Money accompanied my father. As they saddled up I was standing nearby. After placing the saddle in the animal Dr Money proceeded to tighten the girth strap. But mules are cunning animals and this one was seemingly unwilling to be involved in the hard work of carrying such a large man and so, as the strap was tightened he took a deep breath and expanded his body. As Dr Money mounted the mule it let out the air, the girth strap was no longer effective and the saddle slipped around the mule's body and Dr Money was deposited on the ground. No damage to Dr Money but much laughter and teasing." Margaret
Luna Park 1912
"I took Dr Money to Luna Park. It was some time in the 1980s so he was getting on. He had a choice of the scenic railway or the Spider. The railway was the roller coaster with the usual roller coaster excitement. The latter was a device that would violently fling us around the sky. When I offered to put him on the Scenic Railway he snorted a scoffed reply "I don't need to go on that thing. I rode on it in 1912 when the park opened!" We rode the Spider." Frank.
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