Individual Notes
Note for: Agnes Mary Shout, 15 AUG 1883 - 10 NOV 1958
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Burial: Date: 12 NOV 1958
Place: Akatarawa Cemetery, Upper Hutt
Individual Note: Name from School Admission Records
*Birth Details Date: 1883, Folio No: 2569, Area: Wellington, September quarter, Name: Agnes Shout*
School Admission Records show Agnes Shout, School: Newman, Wairarapa, Register No: 22, Admission Date: 1/2/1892, Parent: John Shout, Address: Newman, Date of Birth: 15/8/1883, Last School: St Mary's, Wellington, Last Day: 20/2/1893, Destination: Wanganui
*1st Marriage Details Date: 1906, Folio No: 655*
*2nd Marriage Details Date: 1921, Folio No: 3038*
1943 Wairarapa Electoral Roll shows Agnes Mary Robinson, Stafford Street, Upper Hutt, Married
Akatarawa Cemetery Records show Agnes Mary Robinson, Aged: 74, Address: 3 Stafford Street, Upper Hutt, Area: Monumental 2, Plot: 470, Denomination: Roman Catholic
The Evening Post 11th November 1958 shows
Robinson - On Nov. 10, 1958, at Home of Compassion, Island Bay, Wellington. Agnes Mary, dearly loved wife of Richard Robinson, of 3 Stafford St., Heretaunga. R.I.P. Messages to 49 Udy St., Petone. Funeral will leave Our Lady Perpetual Succour Church, Palmer Cres., Heretaunga, at the conclusion of Requiem Mass, which will be celebrated at 9 am on Wednesday, Nov. 12, 1958, for the Akatarawa Cemetery. J. E. Springgay, Funeral Director, Upper Hutt
Akatarawa Headstone Shows
Agnes Mary beloved wife of Richard Robinson died 10 Nov 1958 aged 76 years R.I.P
Individual Notes
Note for: Charles Thomas Shout, 1885 - 2 JUN 1896
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Burial: Date: 4 JUN 1896
Place: Karori Cemetery
Individual Note: Name from School Admission Records
*Birth Details Date: 1885, Folio No: 2615, Area: Wellington, September quarter*
School Admission Records show Charles Shout, School: Newman, Wairarapa, Register No: 23, Admission Date: 1/2/1892, Parent: John Shout, Address: Newman, Date of Birth: 8/7/1884?, Last School: St Mary's, Wellington?, Last Day: 1/5/1893, Destination: Wanganui
The Evening Post 12th May 1896 shows
Late yesterday afternoon a little boy named Charles Shout, son of the chief cook of the Occidental Hotel, fell off a tree while playing, dropping some 12ft on to the concrete footpath, and fractured his skull. He was attended to by Dr. James, and recovered consciousness this morning, but is still in a serious condition.
Karori Cemetery Records show Charles Shout, Date of Burial: 4/6/1896, Aged: 11 Years, Address: Bowen Street, Occ: None Listed, Minister: Father Costella, Undertaker: P Hoskins
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Karori Cemetery Website
Last Name: SHOUT
First Name: CHAS
Age: 11
Service Date: 04-06-1896
Service Provided: Burial
Cemetery: Karori
Section: ROM CATH
Plot Number: 43 C
Record Number: 81196
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Last Name: SHOUT
First Name: AGNES MARY
Age: 67
Occupation: Married
Service Date: 09-12-1927
Service Provided: Burial
Cemetery: Karori
Section: ROM CATH
Plot Number: 43 C
Record Number: 81195
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Last Name: SHOUT
First Name: JOHN
Age: 93
Occupation: Retired CHEF
Service Date: 24-04-1952
Service Provided: Burial
Cemetery: Karori
Section: ROM CATH
Plot Number: 43 C
Record Number: 81197
Karori Headstone shows
Charles Shout aged 11 years
In loving memory of Agnes Mary beloved wife of J. Shout died 7 Dec 1927 aged 67
The Evening Post 3rd June 1896 shows
Shout - On the 2nd June, 1896, at Bowen street, Wellington, Charles, son of John and Agnes Shout; in his 11 year. Deeply regretted
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Funeral Notice
The Friends of Mr. John Shout are respectfully invited to attend the Funeral of his late son (Charles), which will leave his residence, Bowen street, Tomorrow (Thursday), the 4th instant, at 2 p.m., for the Cemetery, Karori
P. Hoskins, Undertaker
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The little boy Charles Shout, 10 years old, son of the chief cook at the Occidental Hotel, who injured his head by a fall from a tree in Bowen street, where his parents reside, nearly a month ago, died yesterday evening. He had been attended by Dr. James, and was progressing most favourably but on Saturday last he received a further injury to his head by striking it against a tap, with the result that a relapse set in and terminated fatally
The Evening Post 2nd June 1897 shows
In Memoriam
Shout. - Charles Shout, beloved son of John and Agnes Shout, died 2nd June, 1896, deeply regretted
The Evening Post 2nd June 1897 shows
In Memoriam
Shout. In loving memory of Charles, son of John and Agnes Shout, who departed this life 2nd June, 1896. R.I.P.
The Evening Post 3rd June 1901 shows
Shout - In loving memory of Charles, son of John and Agnes Shout, who departed this life 2nd June, 1896. R.I.P.
Individual Notes
Note for: Thomas Known As Tom Shout, 13 JUL 1887 - 22 MAY 1972
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Burial: Date: 24 MAY 1972
Place: Te Awamutu Lawn Cemetery
Individual Note: Name of Benjamin from School Admission Records while Birth Folio shows Thomas Shout
*Birth Details Date: 1887, Folio No: 2603, Area: Wellington, September quarter, Name: Thomas Shout*
School Admission Records show Benjamin? Shout, School: Newman, Wairarapa, Register No: 53, Admission Date: 21/11/1892, Parent: John Shout, Address: Newman, Date of Birth: 13/7/1887, Last Day: 31 May 1893, Destination: Wanganui, Assuming is Thomas due to date of birth and same details as siblings
School Admission Records show Benjamin? Shout, School: Newman, Wairarapa, Register No: 201, Admission Date: 24/1/1898, Parent: John Shout, Address: Newman, Date of Birth: 13/7/1887, Last School: Marist Bros, Wellington, Last Day: March 1901, Assuming is Thomas due to date of birth and same Admission Date etc as siblings
School Admission Records show Benjamin? Shout, School: Newman, Wairarapa, Register No: 218, Former Register No: 201, Admission Date: 1/10/1898, Parent: John Shout, Address: Newman, Date of Birth: 13/7/1887, Last School: Marist Bros, Wellington, Last Day: 6/5/1901, Destination: Left District, Assuming is Thomas due to date of birth and same Admission Date etc as siblings
*Marriage Details Date: 1914, Folio No: 4351*
The Wanganui Chronicle 29th September 1962 shows
A Tribute The Horse: By Spring Cart From Wellington To Eketahuna
By Tom Shout
In these times of highly mechanised transport, it would be very difficult for members of the younger generation to realise that a little over half-century back, the major portion of New Zealand's road haulage was by horse-drawn vehicle.
Round about the year 1890, my father took up a piece of country a few miles north of Eketahuna in what was then known as the Forty Mile Bush.
I think the freehold was obtained at 1 pound per acre.
The property was in heavy bush situated close to what is now a State Highway. The best of the trees were taken by a sawmilling company and the balance burnt off.
The section was put into grass, ring fenced, a house was built and occupied by a tenant for five years. Our home was then in Wellington, and I remember how joyful we children were when, towards the end of 1897, we were told we would soon be going to the farm.
The through railway had been completed a year or two and there was a daily passenger service from Wellington which would have taken us to our destination in five hours, but my father had purchased a horse and spring cart.
For some reason that I have never understood, we were to drive the whole distance of 95 miles to our new home. Our household goods were forwarded by rail.
With my brother, aged 18 years, already living on the farm the whole prospect to us children was just wonderful.
Eight Aboard
Loaded with provisions for the road, plus my parents and six children, ranging from 15 down to two years, our conveyance was taxed well below "Plimsoll" level, but our horse was a good sturdy type.
My father was of the opinion that three days would suffice to see us over the distance. Getting away from the city on the afternoon on January 8, 1898, we travelled along the old Hutt Road and spent the night at a small hotel very close to what is known as Quinn's Post, just above Trentham. On arrival at the Upper Hutt next morning, we had a short break while the horse was shod. Then, with everyone more or less comfortably seated in our two wheeler, our migration into the country really started. We youngsters were in the depths of a glorious adventure, but I have frequently thought since we must have made a queer picture. Those who understood our mission must have questioned the sanity of a family undertaking such a mileage in an open cart. Fortunately, the weather favoured us all the way, had it broken we might have been subjected to considerable delay under unpleasant conditions. The weight of our load was slightly reduced up the Mangaroa rise by my brother -aged eight- and myself being jettisoned and when we began the Rimutaka hill my father vacated his seat to take the horse by the head for the five mile climb.
Cart Chock
This walk might have been a happy experience for me, had I not been obliged to carry a six-inch diameter boulder with which to chock the wheel every few chains that the horse was given a spell. Under the hot conditions, this boulder carrying was a tough job. I could not put the chock in the cart as I had to be on the dot the instant the horse stopped. The only feature of interest that I saw on that uphill drag was the enormous number of rabbits that scampered along on both sides of the road. With my boyish mind, I wished I could live thereabouts. It was a bright moment, too, when at the top of the hill I sent that boulder crashing down over the roadside. The down grade on the Featherston side of the Rimutaka was negotiated with ease, but the ford at the bottom of the hill proved an obstacle which frayed our horse's temper, and which completely upset our rate of progress. Of considerable width, but running not more than about a foot at its deepest point, the ford looked a simple matter, but in mid-stream our steed jibbed and refused to go a yard further. With the family unloaded and carried across, it fell to my lot to sit in the cart and hold the reins while my father went across to seek assistance. On returning he brought a farmer with a hefty prad, which quickly pulled the cart from the stream. Valuable time had been lost, and it was in darkness that we drove into Featherston. Our day had been one of some difficulty, uncertainty and a degree of excitement, but at a Featherston hotel we dined well and were soon in deep slumber. In sharp contrast with the hilly roads of yesterday, we were now on the lovely open road of the Wairarapa, and with an early morning get away for our third day on the journey, there was promise of a fair mileage being achieved. Surely yesterday's total of 24 would not be difficult to eclipse. The only incident of note, one which caused only a minor delay, occurred just after we had pulled to the roadside to partake of our midday snack.
Wild Cattle
Before the billy had reached boiling point, we were warned by a drover to make a hasty run for cover as a large mob of rather scary cattle would be arriving in a few minutes. Gathering up our goods with all speed, we promptly disappeared into a growth of willows on the neighbouring riverbank, and, in a matter of minutes, we had the satisfaction of seeing the half-wild mob disappear in a cloud of dust. In passing however, they had travelled over our luncheon spot and kicked our fire to pieces, this necessitating the gathering of more wood and rekindling. On arriving at Masterton in the late afternoon, we called at the Prince of Wales stables to obtain another horse. Ours was showing evidence of his ordeal in the shafts of that heavily laden cart, and would require a few days' spell to recuperate. How well I recollect that smart looking chestnut we hired from the stable, and how we sped along over the next seven miles to Dreyerton, where we stayed overnight at a hotel known as The Camp, named such, possibly in the days of railway construction. Both names Dreyerton and The Camp, have, apparently, now faded out. Neither is shown on today's A.A. map, nor is either mentioned in Dollimore's New Zealand Guide. Eager to reach our goal next day, we were ready for the highway at 7 a.m., but during the night our hired horse had soured, and he was in such a rebellious mood once the driver had taken his seat that he would not pull the cart from the hotel yard. He reared, backed and plunged, despite coaxing and a measure of force. The farce ended with his being taken back to Masterton to be exchanged for something more willing. My father was assisted over this 14-mile return journey by gig rides over the greater part but, nevertheless, this setback caused serious delay. It was late morning before my infuriated parent returned leading a useful looking animal that carried a guarantee of good behaviour.
Too Heavy
The way now looked favourable for a reasonably early arrival at our destination, but there was a Jonah somewhere. As we neared Mangamahoe on undulating country, the horse had difficulty in making a rise. Hesitating for a moment, he found the road beyond his capabilities, the result being that in a flash our vehicle was off the highway and up against a wire fence some eight to ten feet below road level. Fortunately for my brother and myself, we were walking at the time, but the occupants of the cart were precipitated over the top wire into an open paddock. Losses of skin and the screaming of the children were the only bad effects. The horse was plainly overtaxed, and when one thinks back it is puzzling to understand why our driver did not foresee the possibility of it failing on some of the rising grades. Luck was with us in that the horse was not injured, nor the vehicle damaged. Three men who were driving by came to our aid and restored the horse and conveyance to the road. Once again we were seated, my parents eagerly anticipating the completion of the final miles to the farm. We attained our objective just after sunset that evening, and a three and a half day struggle terminated. We children had thoroughly enjoyed the whole venture. To my parents it must have been an especial joy to make the home gate. With all details weighed up, it must have been plainly apparent to them that the journey to our country home would have been much less costly and considerably less irksome had it been done by rail.
Hard Work
Our years at the farm were devoted to genuine hard toil. Logging-up and burning off, fencing and all manner of work, kept my father and elder brother fully occupied. There were no idle moments either for we younger boys, our whole time, outside of school hours being taken up with milking and with pulling the crosscut saw as long as daylight lasted. In March 1901, we sold out and returned to the city. I had loved the country life and as I look back into the years I think of our departure from the Forty Mile Bush as one of the few sad days of my lifetime. My hopes of one day becoming a farmer went into the melting pot.
*Death Details Date: 1972, Folio No: 10682, Aged: 84, Area: Te Awamutu*
The Evening Post 23rd May 1972 shows
Shout Thomas. On May 22, 1972, at Te Awamutu, dearly loved father of Joan Spence, loved father in law of the late Alex and loving grandfather of Jane (Mrs Pusey), and Betty (Canada). Funeral service at Te Awamutu Wednesday 11am
The Wanganui Chronicle 23rd May 1972 shows
Shout Thomas - On May 22, 1972, at his residence, 31 Racecourse Road, Te Awamutu, dearly loved husband of Olive Elizabeth Shout and loved father of Olive (Mrs Bunce, Te Awamutu), Ngairi (Mrs Jones, Papakura) and Joan (Mrs Spence, Wellington); in his 85th year.
Requiem Mass will be celebrated in St Patrick's Catholic Church, Te Awamutu, tomorrow, Wednesday at 11 a.m. followed by interment in Te Awamutu Lawn Cemetery. No flowers by request please. In lieu of flowers donations to the coronary care unit, Waikato Hospital, would be appreciated. Donations may be left in the church vestry. Clarke's Funeral Services, Ltd, Te Awamutu
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Death of Waimarino Identity, Mr Shout
Mr Thomas Shout, one of the best known and respected identities from the Waimarino, died in Te Awamutu early yesterday morning.
Mr Shout, 84, was a Raetihi Borough councillor for 30 years, spending one term as mayor. He was for many years chairman of the Waimarino Acclimatisation Society, a Tongariro National Park warden and a park board member. Mr Shout first went to Raetihi in 1919 from Wellington. He set up a hairdressing and tobacconist's business in the town. He was an expert on Waimarino topography and history and led many parties of trampers and visitors through the Waimarino and Tongariro National Parks. He was also an intense and unorthodox student of human nature, frequently embarking on long hiking trips just to give himself the opportunity to meet more people. After more than 50 years of residence in Raetihi, he finally moved to Te Awamutu in 1970. He is survived by his wife Olive and daughters Olive, Ngairi and Joan. Requiem Mass will be celebrated in St Patrick's Catholic Church, Te Awamutu, tomorrow at 11 a.m.