Tuesday, October 12, 2010

National Archives beta trial search

I just found this tonight. It's a new way of searching archives and they would like feedback. It's a work in progress by the look of it.

Friday, October 8, 2010

% of wrong fathers

I was looking for statistics on incidences of the wrong father (social fathers) being listed on childrens birth certificates.

With DNA testing being increasingly available, I wonder if we will see a decrease in this type of fraud.

In days gone by, the mother might have wondered herself whether her husband was the father of her new child but did not have the courage, nor the means to determine it and so kept it quiet, a secret which must have been heavy at times.

The U.N. Convention on the Rights of the Child provides for the right of children to be raised by their biological parents from birth. Articles 7, 8 and 9 of the Convention address that right. Does this mean that paternity testing will become more normal?

"It has been shown that 30 to 40% of these men who deny paternity are falsely accused", (talking about men who have requested DNA paternity testing because they are suspicious).

With our interest in family history, we can only research our 'social family' and have no real idea of the truth.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Motivation or lacking it

I've been thinking of why I've decided to take a break for posting. Its all to do with the records, or more precisely, how to get to them.

I've a list of 33 posts in draft which have headings a perhaps a sentence to two and I could easily come up with another 30 headings on top of these without raising a sweat.

The problem is that the information about these records is out of Auckland and a simple toll call won't get me the information I require in a lot of cases. The post on records of sanatoriums out of Auckland was a case in point. I spent over an hour talking to people who had very little information to share. It felt quite frustrating but I managed to get enough information, just.

Which brings me to why am I posting this now. Well, I've been reading a very interesting blog you may already have come across, dirtsimple.  And in so doing, I realised that I'm just making excuses and getting so negative about getting the right information that it killed my enthusiasm. Well, that's just plain stupid, don't you think?

You know I love NZ history and yes, we have some draconian rules about some of it, and yes, some sections of the community want to dictate their view of it to us and yes, Wellington is far away and I wish sometimes I lived there and not here, (not for the weather though - you can't beat Auckland's weather and smiley faces), so I've decided to dig a little deeper around this city for record treasures before giving into spending a little time in our capital city with the long faces.

Friday, October 1, 2010

Auckland Parachute Club

This club no longer exists but in its day it was a lot of fun. I have no idea what happened to the records or indeed if they ever existed.

The young chap in the glasses became a minister!
There were few formal meetings. But I guess someone always organised an aircraft or two and some pilots to fly, the booze for the after function every Sunday night. Maybe I was too young to notice who was doing what.

The club operated out of Ardmore Aerodrome and the 'drop zone' was moved to Clevedon at some time, I forget the name of the farm but it was an historic place. Although I didn't ever do a parachute jump, I and the other girlfriends and wives in the 1970's -80's were in demand to drive out to the drop zone and watch the antics and provide the little needed encouragement for the mostly guys and a few women who loved dropping out of aeroplanes. It happened nearly every weekend if the weather was good.

Then it was back to the clubrooms to talk about the last jump and refold the parachutes.

The club has had two re-unions since then and everyone is in their 60's and 70's now and I have a list of names and addresses. It's fun to reminisce. I wish I could tell you more details about the club but for me it just existed in a haze of crazy days.