Winston Francis MONK
1912-1954
Winston
working the sheep on the family’s farm up the Puhi
river near Kaikoura
parents Elsie HAMILTON & Frank
MONK mother Elsie HAMILTON as a girl
Winston’s
grandparents:
Elsie’s
Port Glasgow father Robert HAMILTON lost at sea in
1882
Elsie’s
East End mother Annie Hope BLAKE (1842-1938)
Frank’s
Cotswold tearaway father Richard
James MONK (1829-1916)
Frank’s
Irish-Indian mother Margaret
Letitia THOMSON (1838-1930)
(Some say these were
not Frank’s parents but his grandparents, and that Frank’s true
parents were Andrew RUTHERFORD and their eldest daughter
Emily Jane MONK)
Grandpa Hamilton grew up in
this Port Glasgow close. Winston an NZ toddler with his Hamilton cousins
with his cousin Gwen and
older brother Owen
Winston Francis MONK 1912-1954
-born in maternal aunt Charlotte's
house at Torquay Street, Kaikoura.
-educated Kaikoura Town School, -rode his pony along the Puhi Valley to and from school.
-St
Andrews School, Christchurch; Canterbury University College, Christchurch.
Began diary which he continued for many
years.
-1935 awarded Rhodes Scholarship to Oxford, England.
Rhodes scholarship
celebration dinner at Kaikoura before leaving New Zealand
Winston jotted details of family history
from Grannie Annie Blake before leaving NZ
Some extracts from Winston MONK's
diary entries on the journey to England
Sydney Thursday August 15 1935: Returning we
saw on the one hand the little Marama, with Maori
footballers on board, and so full with passengers that shakedowns had to be
used, going down the harbour; on the other the giant, black dual funnelled,
rather high, but stoutly, bulkily built Maloja coming
up the Harbour to her berth in Pyrmont. Jack got good
photos of her in a splendid setting just resting beneath the great Harbour Bridge. We are well-pleased with her appearance.
Back up Macquarie Street from Circular Quay, via the Governor`s
residence, the Mitchell gallery and Houses of Parliament (State), Hyde Park and
the War memorial to Buckland Chambers. Tea at the Y.M.C.A., a
read of the paper, a pineapple (at 4d), writing this up and soon to bed.
Out of this germ-laden hole tomorrow sometime, probably in
the afternoon, and on to the Maloja.
16th
Up late,
took photos of Harbour bridge from a point round from Circular Quay, up to
Bridge and up a pylon. For organized robbery it took the bun. Dozens of girls waiting at every turn, with something interesting
to sell you. A fair view, but hazy.
We got our tickets etc. from the P and O (MacDonald, Hamilton and Co.),
a body of Englishmen in a foreign city it almost appeared to me. We then went
aboard the Maloja, a magnificent black ship, with splendid
room and deck space. I have a good cabin that compares favourably with Jack`s Ist Saloon, though the
appointments are rather less in quality and quantity. Still, water, drawers,
cabin heater etc, reading lamp and an obsequious Ay-ah steward are not to be
sneezed at.
Aug 17 1935 Saturday -not a bad breakfast and lunch on
ship. Jack and I
down to see B. and H. off on the Oronsay. The Oronsay is most luxuriously appointed for the 1st class, having 2
or 3 decks of sheer superstructure dedicated almost entirely to lounges,
restaurants and the like. Nothing short of palatial.
August 18 1935 Sunday An interesting day with the A.s. Jack and I joined them at St. Stephen`s
Church in Macquarie Street, newest great church in the Empire, about £100 000
worth; light, modern, capacious, dignified, and lined with the beautiful
Queensland maple.
August 19 1935 Monday Again an interesting day, beginning
with Jack`s experience with his steward. Finding
Clare engaged on telephone Jack went back to ship and left his coat on bed.
Returning a few minutes later he found the steward going through his pockets.
He called for the Chief Officer, and they found the steward with a pound note,
of which Jack had the number. - caught that is
red-handed. In evening, having thought over the matter and on the steward
approaching him with the story of a wife and family, clean record and all that,
Jack relented, I think wrongly, but at least generously. Bought 2 prs of
pyjamas 7/6 and 4/6 and 3 sox at 13/- in town, and panama hat at 7/6, leaving me stony.
The Maloja sailed
from Sydney (Aug 23rd) via Melbourne (25th), Adelaide (28th), Fremantle (Sep 2nd), Colombo (12th), Bombay (14th), Aden,
September
22 1935 Sunday
In the morning early we were within sight of land on either side of the Gulf of Sinai. On both sides high cliffs of sandstone,
and showing geological formation in their layers, rose abrupt and bare. Not a
blade of grass or a tree anywhere; now and then a light house. The temperature
was not so bad as a cool breeze was blowing. About 11.30 a.m. we anchored in Suez, about 2 m. W. of the Canal which commences
at Port Tewfik. Suez with its white flatroofed houses, and its roads studded now and then with
date palms looked just as one would expect it to, from looking at photographs
of the Egyptian East. There was some picturesque shipping about, the most
remarkable of all being an Italian vessel laden to well below its Plimsoll line
with nitric acid to use with Abyssinian cotton to make explosives for the
projected Italo-Abyssinian War. The acid was in casks
like beer kegs, and according to International regulation was stowed, not
below, but on every available inch of deck space. Even the life-boats were packed
with these casks. Just at lunch time, after we had answered our names before
the Post medical officer, the Maloja moved towards
the entrance of the canal at Port Tewfik, a place of
a few buildings surrounded with beautiful green foliage of date and other
palms. We moved very slowly up the canal
in stifling, but fortunately dry heat. On the Egyptian side there were
occasional clusters of buildings and green trees, and a road and railway ran
alongside. We were not permitted to travel at greater speed than 6 m. p. hour
except on the Little and Great Bitter Lakes where you could scarcely see the land on
either side of the canal. But for the main of its course there`s
not room for two great ships to pass, if both are under weigh. One has always
to tie up to the bank. We saw only a few odd camels and donkeys, for
unfortunately the greater and most interesting part of the canal we passed
during the night. The heat was intense but on the Sinai and desert side of the
Canal we saw Arabs and donkeys working away affecting repairs, apparently
oblivious to the boiling sun.
September 23 1935 Monday Woke up at 5 a.m. to find the ship
berthed at Port Said, and to find a number of Egyptian and French passengers (92
all told) clambering about on board looking for their berths. Port Said, especially looking from the
harbour, was very picturesque; like Suez it gave the appearance, with its fine
white, two and three storied flat topped buildings, the silvery shimmering
harbour, encased with artifical bars, and its varied
shipping, from great steamers, to battle cruisers, airoplane
carriers and little Arab yachts and dhows, of being straight out of a postcard
picture. As usual in the East we were beseiged with touts, selling here Turkish Delight (which is full of ants and must not be brought on
board ship); cigarettes of all kinds, bracelets, cloves, beads and precious
stones; and French pictures of the crudest kind. Both French and English seem
to be spoken commonly. There is still that smell of the East that we`ve noticed so much, though here not so heightened. A great many French got aboard too, bound for
Marseilles. The ship is absolutely thronged. This afternoon, leaving the greenish waters
of the Nile mouth, we are sailing luxuriously across
the smooth blue waters of the Mediterranean, full of sacred memories of the birth and nurture of
civilization. It is a good deal cooler now, but still warm enough to be more
than pleasant.
September
27 1935
Friday We arrived at Marseilles about 10 a.m. Early in the morning steep whitish cliffs
of the French coast were visible. We entered the harbour of M. from the seaward right, passing towered
islands on the left. The Chateau D`If.
looked formidable enough though not as big, tall and
with only eyes for windows and situated on the barrenest
of rocks. M. was shrouded in mist, but we saw on the right the turrets of the church of Notre Dame de la Garde commanding the city and the ocean approach.
We anchored at the P.+O. dock. The outward-bound Mosltan was also in port. It was strange being in this
great city where everyone spoke French. The wharf labourers came on board and
did all the same jobs that in other ports had been done by Englishmen or
natives, but here they did it in French.
September
30 1935
Monday Tangier and Gibraltar Up before 6 a.m. to see the sun rise of Africa. We passed Gibraltar rock on our right and went across to the bay of Tangier shaped like a pair of tongs built up with
moles. Little shipping in the harbour. The town was
like Port
Said,
of white treble storied flat topped buildings, but rather more picturesquely
situated on higher but typically N. African barren hills. As usual the
purveyors of wares came out in the small boats to sell them to the passengers.
Most of our was not awake so I doubt if they did much
trade. They send the stuff up on to the deck with a piece of weighted string
which they use with fine accuracy. - a basket is
attached then and drawn up by the passenger (a la Colombo - Bombay - Suez - Aden - Port Said).
Having disgorged our French passengers we left for Gibraltar about 8 a.m.; and steamed very slowly to reach there
just before 11 a.m. It is indeed a great barren rock completely
commanding the entrance to the Mediterranean. The other and African side is no distance opposite. Gib juts well out and with its visible (not to speak of
packed invisible) fortifications, and its great
buildings that themselves look like fortifications, looked formidable in the
hazy morning air. The harbour is on the
Atlantic side, fairly dep in and sheltered, running
in practically to the neck of low-lying land separating it from Spanish
territory. The Gibraltar fleet, with the Hood, Q. Elizabeth and
Repulse (I think) lay berthed within against the naval mole, at the Africa end of the harbour. The naval area seems to
be pretty severely cut off from the rest, and to occupy the commanding
position. The ships did not appear very big alongside our own, which,
comparatively speaking, stands so high out of the water.
We went as one in hundreds about 11.30, the distance of 200 yards costing us
ridiculously high 2/- return in the tender. and saw as
much as could well be seen in the 2
hours at our disposal. The Municipal area is really large, and with some fair
buildings, but of course there are no suburbs, so Gib.
cannot be compared with a town elsewhere. The streets are, as might be
expected, very narrow, barely providing room for 2 cars to pass; they are
heavily walled and there are practically no footpaths. some
are cobbled, especially in the town, which is old; some bitumen as on the hills
and military positions. The population one would think was principally Spanish,
though among the shopkeepers in the main street, one caught glimpses of English
faces. Donkey-drawn vehicles (from Spain probably) carry their burden of grapes and
bananas and apples. The trees we saw there, though the main of the vegetation
was dried up, were very beautiful, some reminding me of the Australian wattle,
even fine leaved gum, and jasaranda trees. Jack tells me they were Canadian ash, a species of pine, with
beautiful light green feathery leaves, and hedges of Spanish cactus. Africa we saw best after
wending our way up hill and down to Europa Point,
facing on the Mediterranean, and looking across. Then back and up to the
Moorish castle as far up the rock as we are allowed without a permit. Earlier by the way, we went across to the
Spanish town of Algeceras, being permitted across the border without
passports! And only for a wine. You leave the moles on
the harbour side, and keep to the bay side, past a great silhouettic
face of rock, that is the steep part of Gib. and we`re told rabbit-warrened with
guns, across a small no -man`s land, past untidy Spanish offices, to this small town. The main street and central square were not
prepossessing, being narrow, cobbled, crowded in with walls, unpathed or badly pathed. The
shops were little different from the residences. The restaurants open on the
street in the Marseilles manner, looked dusty and unclean. We went
in a cleaner-looking bar room and had some reasonably good cheap Spanish wine
at 3d a glass - a little bitter, but insipid. Returning we had bad Danish beer,
ham sandwich and prawns in the main,, narrow street of Gib.,
and wine at 6d in the Quay-place`s restaurant Back then, and by 2.15 p.m. away again. As I
write this about 5 p.m. we are traversing the last of the great
open stretch of Trafalgar Bay, skirted with barren Spanish hills.
Opposite is Tangier and the last of Africa. Draughts and chess in
the evening.
October 3 1935 Thursday England The Eddystone lighthouse must have
come into sight about 8.30 a.m. though I, lying in, didn`t
see it - and then from behind till 9.30 a.m. Cool
and boisterous weather about us, but on our left was England, green fields, red
cliffs, a rock bound coast, with white breakers dashing on the jutting rocks,
pleasant rounded undulations behind cliffs decked with groves of beautiful
greenish brown trees, close packed together and in little coves townlets firm ensconsed. No sign
of overpopulation in the country facing seawards from Plymouth. In the part green above the cliffs and
sometimes on the cliffsides themselves a stone
building placed, as if in jeopardy from the winds of the storm. Everything landward, green fields, hedgerows, trees, wonderfully
placid, contented, serene while the storm raged without. A poor harbour at Plymouth one would imagine, though we`re only anchored within the first breakwater. There
looks to be little real shelter or scope further in. But there you are a
glorious vista of Old England. Busy getting prepared to leave the ship, packing and making
necessary arrangements prior to landing. Nothing much of interest
happening. We had quite a rocky trip up the Channel though in easy sight of the
English coast possibly all the way from Plymouth to Gravesend.
October
4 1935
Friday London The Maloja arrived at Gravesend about 6 a.m. and not long afterwards berthed at Tilbury
just opposite the hotel of that name. Struggled to get gear packed, breakfast,
and passports fixed. I lost 10/- in final tips to the stewards, which really
was not a bad escape; but they`d cost me 30/-
already. Quite an
interesting train journey of an hour. My word it was good to see the
green fields of England. The day was wet when we arrived, and
although it persisted fairly warm, was a trifle wretched. Everything appeared
dour, and smoky sooty London has just been drenched with heavy rains;
perhaps that accounts for the excessive greenness of everything. If England and London are crowded, they make the very most of
their open spaces. We passed a few backdoor backdoors in the train today, but
mostly it was pleasant green fields with down sheep and well conditioned cattle
grazing; beautiful green wild herbage in many a spot, and even where factories
were thick, green plots were scattered about. Along the edge of the railway itself were gardens actually on the edge of the area, and
many a private garden off it. We passed innumerable lengths of appartment houses, long lines of building all of a pattern,
with doors and back gardens opening out also of a pattern. Still every one
almost had the garden filled with bright autumn flowers and greenery. Yes, the
bright flowers were indeed striking everywhere today.
Oriel College Oxford 1936-39
Spain
Olympic Games Berlin 1936
Italy Austria Germany
Study in Oxford & London
Essen
September-October 1938
Letter to the Times 1939
Army (briefly- resigned)
Marriage
1940-1950 Senior History Master, at Westminster
School, London England
(evacuated to
Shoreham-on-Sea, and Hereford)
-except during 1943 when a British Council
lecturer at Bogota, Colombia,
travelling on Atlantic
convoy
At Westminster he made a memorable impact
on a generation of boys, among them Tony Benn, Anthony Bridbury,
Stephen Barratt, Oleg Kerensky,
Crispin Tickell, and Roger Young. One of them later wrote:
"Winston was simply the best teacher I ever
had. I owe him a lot for bringing out
from the recesses of my developing mind such analytic and narrative skills that
I might have and which certainly proved useful in many ways during my
professional life as a diplomat. When
I was 15 or 16 and "mere" knowledge often seemed the easiest route to
academic success, I learnt from Winston something of the importance of
structure, style, conciseness and argument.
I don't recall him emphasizing these matters as such - rather, they grew
naturally out of his comments and criticism of my work and that of others. At the time the entire History VII at Westminster numbered perhaps six to
eight pupils, generally covering three years or so of the 15-18 age bracket, so it was like being exposed to the tutorial or
seminar system at an early age. It
suited me very well and I am sure the other form members would agree.
"The technique Winston used was to assign each
of us a different topic for the weekly essay, instructing us as to the books to
read (either from the school library or sometimes borrowed specially for us from
the London Library). After he had read, assessed and written comments
on our essays, each of us in turn read them out to the other pupils and some
sort of discussion followed.
"Two or three times during the term he would
give us a General paper (four questions on almost any topic that ranging from
the political to the cultural) or a single Essay to be written over three hours
on a topic he gave us. I cannot
remember any of the Essay titles but when I took my scholarship exam which
included, in addition to a General paper, an Essay, I was not remotely upset to
be required to write for three hours on the subject of Humbug. I believe that this sort of training has
gone out of fashion and if this is the case, it is a cause for regret. It encourages a well-stocked mind and the
ability to argue a case on a wide range of matters. Winston certainly developed any innate
abilities in this direction that I had and they did help me in later life.
"He was also the master who supervised the
school debating society, of which I was secretary for one year. He pretty well let us get on with things as
we saw fit.
"Winston's politics were what we would now
call left-of-centre. This did most of
us a lot of good but at no time was there any attempt to indoctinate
us. It was, if you like, that we were
aware that this was his standpoint and it was left to us to challenge or agree
with any opinion as we saw fit. In our
last two years he and Kay would once or twice invite a couple of us round in
the evening for coffee or sherry. In the
tiny Barton Street flat this was not
administratively easy but we were glad to go round for a general chat. Life was pretty bleak at school and this
sort of occasion did help morale!"
“Tony
Benn submits to a little light therapy. Kate Weinberg reports
Patient's notes Name: Tony Benn Age: 82
Tony Benn believes in truth and reconciliation
Patient
examination
Who are
you most like, your mother or your father?
TB: I've
drawn heavily from both –
my mother's deep
understanding of religion and commitment to justice
and my
father's passion for peace, internationalism and human rights.
Which
teacher do you remember best from school?
TB: Winston Monk, my history teacher, who was
killed in a Comet air crash.
I remember
him because he encouraged me. Encouragement is the most important
thing in
the world for young people, rather than league tables, which demoralise everyone…”
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While he was still a teacher at Westminster,
Winston’s parents visited London to meet him and his family and see the Olympic
Games in 1948
The first contact since his
departure as a scholar in 1935.
Winston’s father died soon after returning to New Zealand
Winston Monk became senior lecturer in history, Victoria University College, Wellington, in 1950
His "Britain in the Western Mediterranean" was
published by Hutchinson, London 1953
He died with all other passengers in the 1954 crash of a BOAC
Constellation landing at Kalang Airport Singapore. He was on his way to a
Commonwealth conference.
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[The Dominion, Wellington,
Monday March 15,
1954]
SEVEN NEW
ZEALANDERS AMONG DEAD
IN SINGAPORE AIRLINER
DISASTER
Mr Monk
SINGAPORE CRASH HEAVY BLOW
TO VICTORIA COLLEGE
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Victoria
College
Spike 1954:
Winston Monk
Winston Monk served this College for a
bare four years, yet I doubt whether any of us who have known him
closely--whether staff or students--will ever quite lose the results of the
impact he made on us.
This is a bold claim, and I make it only
to a small extent on strictly academic grounds.
It is true, of course, that he made himself responsible for energetic
teaching at a high level on two of the subjects most important for the modern
world, namely the history of the United States and the emergence from tutelage
of subject peoples in Africa and South East Asia. His students, I suspect, will remember a
little ruefully his high standards of accuracy, his unbounded energy in pursuit
of material, and his expectation that those who worked with him should to some
extent keep pace with his own efforts.
He has also left some fragments of published work which are pointers to
what he would have done. There is, for
example, a tightly packed little work, Britain
in the Mediterrranean, and a series of articles in
serious journals. The first was a
characteristic sally into a little explored field where many peoples met in
conflict as well as friendship and where national prejudice obscured accurate
thinking. This little book brought to
light new facts but inadequately represented the research that had been done
and the clear thinking about tangled problems that was in prospect. His published articles bore mainly on the
relations between New
Zealand and less favoured
countries. They strove not only to
record new facts, but to arouse in his fellow New Zealanders a sense of their
duty towards world problems and suffering humanity. It was this sense of mission which gave fire
to his teaching and which stimulated all those with whom he came into contact.
Yet one can read his book and his articles
without understanding why his influence will live so long. When it came to print, the very exactness of
his standards prevented him from setting forth the full impulse of his
thinking. None but experts--or those who
worked through the proofs with him--can assess the depth of scholarship in his
book, the human sympathy and the infinite care which lay behind each complex
phrase. Sentences wherein each word,
each delicate nuance, must do justice to every aspect of a complex situation
are apt to read stodgily, and to prolong themselves with adjectives and
qualifications. Moreover, in Monk's mind
it was not merely the demands of factual research that must be met. The range of his sympathy was universal, and
it embraced more particularly the views of those whom the world, and even he
himself, were inclined to condemn.
Seeing so clearly and sympathetically the merits of any argument which
could find a human being to defend it, his own writing tended to one extreme or
the other. When scientific history, it
was austere and tough, an irrepressible humanity lurking in the corner, but
severely disciplined; when polemics, it was as slashing and provocative as his
talk. He was a passionate believer yet
withal humble, always open to argument and ready when cornered to admit to
mistakes with a charm that silenced complaint.
The man's personality, in short, bursts
through any attempt to discuss him calmly and rationally. He lives in one's mind not because of what he
wrote, but because of what he was: tough, courageous with unbounded human
sympathy. I doubt that his standards met
any particular religious formula, but they were as high and uncompromising as
any that I know. One could disagree
violently with his view on any particular issue, and become involved in
arguments which exercised to the full one's knowledge and mental agility. Yet one did not question his standards or
ideals. He was a passionate seeker after
truth, but of a truth which is as complex and elusive as humanity itself. -F.L. Wood
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1954-2001
At
Bidadari Cemetery, Singapore, a row of white flat graves, their
uniformity reminiscent of war graves, was placed to commemorate the victims by
the British Overseas Airways Corporation. Grave Number 129 was In memory of
WINSTON FRANCIS MONK Born June 7th
1912 at Kaikoura, New Zealand Died
March 13th 1954 Beloved husband of
Kay and father of Sarah, Jane and Winston
Winston’s widow travelled to Singapore to visit the grave in the
1950s, returning to Britain to raise their family there.
In the year 2000 the grave was revisited in Singapore and photographed on behalf of
the family as an act of kindness by Colin & Win Carruthers
of Western Australia. A year later, John
Deverill, a friend of the BOAC air stewardess victim
Jo Butler, traced each victim's family and organised for them to travel to Bidadari when he heard that the cemetery was to be
redeveloped for housing. John's efforts
were supported by British Airways to tie in with the exhumations which had been
arranged for the vast numbers of Bidadari graves by
the authorities in Singapore. Winston MONK's
grave was exhumed on
Friday 16 November 2001. His children Sarah, Jane and
Francis (Winston) were at the graveside. The few remains were cremated and the
ashes brought to Scotland by Jane with the help of
undertaker Loy Fatt Yong of "Charming
Asia". Later, Winston Monk's
headstone was also transferred to Scotland with help from BA and Nick McGlynn, airport manager for Qantas/BA at Changi, Singapore. The family was directed to
the original air accident inquiry report by Adrian Peeris,
Singapore civil servant and accident
investigator.
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Winston MONK as a member of
NZIIA: NEW ZEALAND INSTITUTE OF INTERNATIONAL AFFAIRS
Extracts from The NZIIA: Origins and
Development by Bryce Harland, former Director of the NZIIA, 18/10/2000 http://www.nziia.auckland.ac.nz
The NZIIA was established at a meeting in Wellington on 7
July 1934.
On the motion of Mr W Nash, the Hon Mr Downie Stewart
was unanimously appointed Chairman. Downie Stewart
had resigned as Minister of Finance in the Liberal-Reform Coalition Government,
in protest against the devaluation of the New Zealand pound. Walter Nash was to
become Minister of Finance when the first Labour Government was elected in
1935. A D McIntosh was elected Secretary-Treasurer of the new Institute: he was
to become Secretary of External Affairs from 1943 to 1966. Membership of the
NZIIA overlapped with that of two existing bodies-- the Institute of Pacific Relations, whose New Zealand branch had been set up in
1927, and the Round Table, whose Wellington branch had been founded in
1910. All three bodies had parents overseas--the Round Table and the IIA in London, the IPR in Honolulu. The memberships of the
three New Zealand branches were not large,
but included a number of people who were, or became later, directly involved in
running New Zealand's external relations.
In the early 30's most New
Zealanders were preoccupied with the effects of the severe economic depression
colloquially known as the Slump. Many saw only the local effects, but members
of the Institute tried to see it in an international context. Their concerns
were reflected in the first book put out by the Institute, which was entitled Contemporary
New Zealand. Published in 1938, it was
edited, and largely written, by three members--A D McIntosh, G R Powles and W B Sutch. A more
historical approach was taken by F L W Wood, in his contribution to the series
of books published to mark New Zealand's Centennial in 1940.
Wood's first book was called New Zealand in the World. Later he wrote,
for the War Histories series, a book which was called The New Zealand People
at War: Political and External Affairs. Though not published by the NZIIA
itself, these books owed much to discussions at its meetings, and they quickly
became foundations for the study of New Zealand's external relations.
After the War ended in 1945, the NZIIA took on new life. Wood
was joined by his colleagues J C Beaglehole, Winston
Monk, Ken Scott and King Braybrooke, who all took
part in study groups on international affairs. Among the papers published by
the Institute in the period was one written by G R Powles
entitled Must We Trust Japan? Another was New Zealand's Interests and Policies
in the Far
East
by R G Latham. When a Commonwealth Relations Conference was to be held in Karachi in 1953, the NZIIA sent a
delegation of three--R O McGechan, Winston Monk and
Frank Holmes. McGechan
and Monk were killed in an air crash in Singapore on their way to Karachi. Holmes alone got there.
Perhaps as a tribute to the dead, the NZIIA agreed to hold another Commonwealth
Relations Conference in New Zealand. It took place at Palmerston
North in 1959. Among the overseas participants were James Callaghan from the UK, Garfield Todd from South Rhodesia, and Gough Whitlam from Australia…
Richard MONK (1829-1916)
& Margaret THOMSON (1838-1930) New Zealand Pioneers
Annie Hope BLAKE (1842-1938)
The East End and Norfolk families
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