Onehunga, Auckland

27 days ago

Upgrade your kitchen with a makeover

Kev from Benchtop Installers Auckland

Hi Neighbours

We are getting busy with our new kitchen makeovers!

If you just want to freshen up you existing kitchen with new doors and hardware or even update your benchtop, get in touch!

We will come to you and work on your quote as soon as possible!

Thank you for the ongoing support and we … View more
Hi Neighbours

We are getting busy with our new kitchen makeovers!

If you just want to freshen up you existing kitchen with new doors and hardware or even update your benchtop, get in touch!

We will come to you and work on your quote as soon as possible!

Thank you for the ongoing support and we looking forward to working with you soon.

BIA the botox to a tired kitchen!

41 days ago

Fence posts need replacing!

Leslie from Onehunga

Hi There,

If you are looking for some weekend work or otherwise and are interested to dig out (the existing rotten posts) and replace 5 fence posts in Onehunga?

Let me know if you are keen and we can discuss the fee.

Cheers,
Les

28 days ago
28 days ago

iPhone 6s 16 GB for sale

Saskia from Epsom

Hi,
It is white and gold, 16 GB perfect condition. If you would like me to attach photos of it I can :)

Price: $120

30 days ago

If cutting emissions is the big goal - why put up PT fares ?

Todd Niall Reporter from Auckland Stuff

Hi Neighbours, Auckland is this year getting serious about reducing carbon emissions. Transport is the city's biggest single emitter. So how does it make sense to hike public transport fares? Read the story below:

28 days ago

Seafood Paella & Gourmet fish pie

New Zealand School of Food & Wine

Fish week continues for our Cookery, Level 3 students as they prepare Paella a classic Spanish dish infused with saffron, mussels, monkfish & squid. A Gourmet fish pie with gurnard, hapuka and salmon in a rich and creamy velouté.

28 days ago

Two Auckland Covid-19 cases confirmed, locations of interest released

The Team from Neighbourly.co.nz

UPDATE
January 28
1:12pm

Director-General of Health, Ashley Bloomfield reiterated that there is no evidence of community transmission so far.
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Two members of the same family who had previously tested negative for Covid-19 are now… View more
UPDATE
January 28
1:12pm

Director-General of Health, Ashley Bloomfield reiterated that there is no evidence of community transmission so far.
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Two members of the same family who had previously tested negative for Covid-19 are now in managed isolation after testing positive on Wednesday night.

Anyone who was present at the locations below are asked to isolate and get a test as soon as possible.

Locations of interest:

- BBQ King, 4A/270 Oteha Valley Road, Albany. 17 January, 11 am - 2 pm.

- Pak n Save Silverdale, 20 Hibiscus Coast Highway, Silverdale. 17 January, 2 pm - 2.30 pm.

- BBQ King, 4A/270 Oteha Valley Road, Albany. 17 January, 5 pm - 9 pm.

- Pak'nSave Silverdale, 20 Hibiscus Coast Highway, Silverdale. 18 January, 12 noon - 12.30 pm.

- BBQ King, 4A/270 Oteha Valley Road, Albany. 18 January, 12.30 pm - 3 pm.

- Caltex Orewa, 70 Grand Drive, Orewa. 18 January, 1 pm - 1.30 pm.

- BBQ King, 4A/270 Oteha Valley Road, Albany. 18 January, 5 pm - 9 pm.

- Hickeys Pharmacy, 16 Moana Avenue, Orewa. 23 January, 12.30 pm - 1.30 pm.

- Farmers at Westfield Albany, Don McKinnon Drive, Albany. 24 January, 12 noon - 1 pm.

- Tai Ping Supermarket Albany, 92 Rosedale Road, Rosedale. 24 January, 12 noon - 1 pm.

- New World Orewa, 11 Moana Avenue, Orewa. 25 January, 1 pm - 2 pm. (Please stay home and get tested on 30 January, call Healthline).

- Tai Ping Supermarket Northcote, 2 Kilham Avenue, Northcote. 26 January, 12.30 pm - 1 pm. (Please stay home and get tested on 31 January, call Healthline).

For more information please see the Ministry of Health's Covid-19 Health advice page.

Neighbourly will be updating this message as further information comes to hand.

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28 days ago

Free crutches (unused)

Stephanie from Ellerslie

Pick up from Ellerslie. Please message me if you'd like them.

Free

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29 days ago

Auckland Anniversary Weekend

The Team from Auckland Council

Make the most of the long weekend with events taking place across Tāmaki Makaurau. Find out what's on for Auckland Anniversary: bit.ly...

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36 days ago

Protect and learn about Auckland's environment this summer

The Team from Auckland Council

Every season provides unique opportunities to treasure and restore Aucklands natural environment, and summer is no exception.

Get stuck in and support our environment with weeding, bird monitoring and trapping.

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29 days ago

Auckland Zoo welcomes new baby zebra a year after foal was euthanised

Caryn Wilkinson Reporter from Community News

A zebra whose baby died at Auckland Zoo 10 months ago has delivered a healthy male foal.

Read more here:

www.stuff.co.nz...

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29 days ago

Rainbow Confectionery - Now at Otahuhu

Rainbow Confectionery

Our new factory outlet shop is now open at 25 Great South Road, Otahuhu.

Come visit and taste few of our most iconic products including the Original Kiwi Made Pineapple Chunks, Choc Coated Baby Fish, Marshmallows, Mints, Fizzies and a vast range of Gummi Confectionery.

Open to public from 9am… View more
Our new factory outlet shop is now open at 25 Great South Road, Otahuhu.

Come visit and taste few of our most iconic products including the Original Kiwi Made Pineapple Chunks, Choc Coated Baby Fish, Marshmallows, Mints, Fizzies and a vast range of Gummi Confectionery.

Open to public from 9am to 5pm (Monday to Friday)

Contact us on 0508 4724 626 or visit our Facebook page.
Find out more

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29 days ago

Childhood Chuckles

Cyril Skilton from Onehunga Fencible & Historical Society Inc.

By Robert Taylor
As a child I have only fond memories of life growing up in a part of New Zealand that was mainly
Maori, a few Chinese and a scattering of Pakeha. I grew up with Maori culture in Mangere, most of my friends were Maori and their parents spoke English but their grandparents had no … View more
By Robert Taylor
As a child I have only fond memories of life growing up in a part of New Zealand that was mainly
Maori, a few Chinese and a scattering of Pakeha. I grew up with Maori culture in Mangere, most of my friends were Maori and their parents spoke English but their grandparents had no English and the children would translate for them. We moved to Onehunga, the bottom of Queen Street, near the wharves. Across the road was the Manukau Hotel and it was here that the trams would swing over the power poles to begin their journey back to Auckland City. The old Mangere Bridge ran across the back of our house. The harbour was no tourist attraction in those days, heavily polluted it stank at low tide and midges filled the air. That has all changed now and grey herons search for fish around the shoreline. We were fortunate to have the friendship of the Maori King Koroki and his assistant Bo Ratana. There is a new bridge now and Mangere is a massive city where it used to be open fields and swaying toitoi.

The poem, written in six segments, is a description of life in the 1950s and '60s when trams trundled up and down Onehunga's Queen Street; a tongue-in-cheek description of the area, its trams and eccentric people. It has been compiled in fond memory of King Koroki and Bo Ratana. Although blind, Bo saw it all! "Hakoakoa" is the Maori word for skua, a hawk-like gull common in southern waters, especially Antarctica.

A Sagging Bridge

Old Mangere Bridge, now cracked, dipped and swayed,
many times was said to fall, condemned,
it stands still and sags on rusting rails,
challenging once putrid mud
it stays amongst the aniseed fennel.

Fishermen's boats still beat the tide,
and lavish yachts, with sails unfurled
splash colour, where rusted coastal freighters called.
An aging concrete remnant, the bridge, painfully crawls its way,
like a giant grey caterpillar, across less muddy folds today.


Retired now, it lazily dreams,
monochrome images of those who walked or drove
past these broken walls and rails.
Treasured memories creep like weeds,
many ghosts lurk within the darkened cracks and seams.


The Corner Store
Do you recall the rusty, dusty old Four Square store?
Huddled precariously on Queen Street's corner near the bridge.
Perhaps you do. Bill Henry owned the shop.
Like the bridge, it also leaned and aged
as all we Onehunga locals did, but more.
Few mourners let our passing by,
for all I think are gone or dead.
Waka Nathan bought the pub instead,
to save it from the 'dozer's blade,
but the store went, with our houses nearby.
Sadly, like Ricky May, they too have had their day.

Childhood chuckles echo in my mind,
raw pipis torn from the shell, bloody knees,
drifting toi toi and always, the aniseed smell of green fennel,
sharp blades of flax waving on a sulphur breeze.

These treasures I still find,
lingering on the dusty shelves of my mind.
That store, I'm sure, was held together
by numerous tin signs nailed against its walls,
shouting silently their sponsor's wares.
I still hear their vagrant calls.

"PERSIL WASHES WHITER!"

But it didn't beat the awful smell
of Manukau Harbour's muddy swell,
where all the waste, and yellowed water fell.

Sometimes the air hung as black midges,
in gaseous wells of swirling clouds.
At night it crept like thieves through my window,
a suffocating blanket, determined to steal sleep
with its acrid, choking flow, and sulphurous shrouds.

Sometimes, in the flapping wind,
a rusted sign would repeatedly sing.
CAPSTAN PLAIN! CAPSTAN PLAIN! CAPSTAN PLAIN!
From the nailed and cracked weather boards
came that familiar metallic din.
A nail in the corner gone, perhaps to someone's coffin.

A Rat in a Pie
By the door, that tinkled a bell when opened,
was a sign I'd painted for pocket money as a kid.
"OH FOR ONE OF BILL'S FRESH PIES!" Not so fresh it seems,
or made by Bill, well, just a commercial pack of lies.

I remember the day, while bagging flour,
a disgruntled Maori customer came in,
to return half of Bill's meat pie.
Seems he'd bitten into something sour
and asked for his money back, "please."

On lifting the sagging pastry lid,
and peering amongst the steak and peas,
Bill saw the uncooked head of a rat.
He gave his familiar, deep, monotonous, wheeze.

Old Bill Henry was cunning and shrewd.
Not to be outdone he said,
"That heads not cooked old son!"
"It simply isn't stewed!"

Not without a heart, Bill
gave him another pie and said,
"That's the best I can do!"
I'll never understand why, but that customer took
and presumably eat that pie.

Clattering Trams
Tramcars regularly trundled past the shop,
rattled windows, hummed and clanked,
and outside the Manukau Hotel they stopped,
thirsty conductors often popping in.

Here they'd tilt the wooden slatted seats,
swing a sparking pole for power, and,
where the polished tramlines crossed
a silent street, the tramcar would jiggle,
turnabout, tossed by its constant,
sparking, humming, bower.
Up Queen Street again it goes,
up the middle of the road, leather straps swaying
in rhythm to its load, back to the city via Tin Tacks Corner,
Royal Oak, Epsom and New Market.

Clanking, clattering trams,
like the shop, have gone now, more's the pity.
The army camp, what larks, where Yanks had their last home,
no more a tent city. A rubbish tip and now a park,
no vestige but these words, the fennel, and a pub, remain.

I still see the tramcar, throbbing, awaiting its run.
No 'Clippy' or driver in sight.
No doubt they'd joined the 'Wharfies'
for another swill, a beer, a rum, a dram, a shout,
a round, a toast, a bite. The driver'd
keep the brass handle in his pocket, well out of sight.

Timetable measured drinks, brought
two warmed, smiling ruddy faces, spilling from the bar. The 'Clippy' and driver laughing in the sun
swaggering, joshing, leaping to the car.
Ding! Ding! The Conductor pulled the string.
The tramcar, creaking and whining,
as if complaining at the sudden task,
with a symphony of metallic sounds
leaped, reluctantly, into life.

They left behind an incredible silence,
where fat.., rounded cars sat,
parked on the kerb,
awaiting their well "rounded," unperturbed
drivers, and.., six o'clock.


Blind Bo Ratana
In my memory's golden locket,
I still see clearly the almost toothless grin of old Bo.
A face with experience etched and deeply lined,
blind, he'd reek of beer and Maori sweat.

Sightless eyes yellowed, somehow smiling,
somehow seeing. Bo's battered white stick dragging,
skipping over the lava stone kerb it goes
his arm linked with a Maori king.

How absurd, this royal procession from the Manukau Hotel.
King Koroki and Bo, led by a portly fellow... Bill Henry.
Lurching from the pub, swaggering noisily,
they know the sanctuary and hub
of our cracked weatherboard house,
across the road.

Grasping my hand at the door,
for it was me who usually let them in,
Old Bo would seek and shake it strongly
and tell me about a war that did his sight in.

They always arrived
with "half-g" flagons propped under their arms.
King Koroki, proud but bowed,
drunk as a lord, it showed,
I seldom saw them sober.

Bill Henry, so short and fat,
ruddy faced and tilting hat betrays his boozy habit.
Beer from a jam jar, over and over,
while 'round our table they sat.

As a boy I knew no privilege, at
being visited by a Maori King,
but always welcomed him in,
because he'd be accompanied by Old Bo
to do his drinkin'.

It was Bo I liked to see,
and only wished he could see me,
for his life was amongst dark shadows
where so much loneliness often grows,
where the sounds of the world can be a mystery
but where they can also let blind Bo see.

He'd ask me to read from classic comics,
talk about the pictures, about expressions and colours,
but ever, and ever, the shadows grow
around the world of my friend Bo


King Koroki
One day, the King went home on a rusty bicycle.
His half-gallon flagon wedged on the carrier.
He wobbles off and zig-zags,
rattles over the flaccid bridge,
its humps and dips seemingly no barrier.

King Koroki,
the lonely sea hawk, hakoakoa,
chanting, cursing the vagrant road, stopping occasionally,
to adjust his precarious and precious load.

On he swoops again, determined not to walk.
Far across the chastised lane,
where gulls lazily drift on heavy breezes.
A foot slipping off peddles,
Koroki's chants of disdain and curses mix,
sail together over Manukau Harbour's muddy eases.


Dissolving now, the King evaporates into long
fennel drawn shadows, where only a spirit,
an ancestor, or hakoakoa goes.


King Koroki, Bo, and Bill,
all old and frail,
the trams, the store, the bridge;
all with time have to go, it's a familiar tale.

A new bridge spans the clinging mud,
there are fresh sandbanks there. Wading grey herons
play soccer with the fish,
all bright, sharp and strong.
New faces walk the streets, new blood,
but Manukau Hotel's still there,
and surely... familiar ghosts must fill its vacant seats.


Old Mangere Bridge, now cracked, dipped and swayed,
many times it was said to fall, condemned
it stands still and sags on rusting rails,
challenging once putrid mud to stay,

30 days ago

House Wash NZ

Eva from House Wash NZ

Dear Neighbours, hope you had a great Tuesday so far. This is another house wash job done by our excellent House Wash team. Need to get your house washed? Please feel free to contact us at 021 0808 6145 for a FREE quote. Thanks 😊

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30 days ago

Very fast dog

Young Jin from Epsom

Adopted dog by abandoned.
Playing very fast on the mountain

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