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From Heritage New Zealand Autumn 2007Take a Seatby Shelly HowellsAmong many competing views of history is the often overlooked notion that we are what we are what we ate at, sat on and slept in.
Colonial-made furniture was very trying to the temper in those
days, said Sarah Amelia Courage in 1896. I bought a chest of drawers
but the vile things would neither open nor shut unless one used the force of a
battering ram.
My
preconceptions about early New Zealand were totally wrong, he says. I
thought of things being out of date and old fashioned and slow. Quite the opposite.
We were a fantastically modern country. One of the most modern countries in the
world by about the 1860s-1870s. Some who started out as working-class
cabinetmakers ended up with huge businesses, became mayors of towns, members of
Parliament; ends unattainable at home.
The social structure was tipped upside-down. Women who had had
servants in England had to do the work themselves. Servants could come here, work
for a little while, get married to a home owner, and suddenly be middle class.
People who came out as carpenters ended up as fine cabinetmakers. Farm labourers
ended up as shopkeepers. Those opportunities didnt exist in Europe. Cottrell started collecting old New Zealand furniture back in the 1980s when, as a TVNZ film editor, he bought a colonial villa in Ponsonby. I had no furniture at all and thought it would be nice to fill it with antique New Zealand-made furniture. What started as a possibly whimsical way of meeting a practical need has become his lifes work. It didnt take long to fill the house, so he then began upgrading his collection, all the time learning more about the pieces, until it got to the point where he couldnt upgrade much more. So I made it harder for myself, says the inveterate collector, whos been gathering sets of things since he was a child. He started to look for very poor peoples furniture. Settlers who had no money made these very primitive pieces. They made their own furniture from what was available, like a packing case or the forked branch of a tree. As soon as they got some money, they would throw out the old and buy new. Just about none survives. Maybe a dozen pieces in the whole country. It is so rare to find, says Cottrell, whose five or six such pieces now belong to Te Papa. Along the way, he became quite the dab hand at restoring furniture, a hobby that became a profession during a late-1980s stint in London under an apprenticeship with master furniture-restorer David Hordern. The
book, a giant, 591-page, 300,000-word, heavily illustrated tome (hand-written
computers arent his thing), started life as a commission from Reed
to update a short book on the history of colonial furniture that was published
about 30 years ago. I thought it would take two to three weeks, not a big
chunk of my life, says Cottrell, laughing. There was very little
reference material immediately to hand. Because furnitures such mundane
stuff in peoples lives, its not recorded. Settlers had better things
to write about than their kitchen tables or chest of drawers, he says. But he got on to libraries across the country, and soon manila folders started to arrive full of photocopies of old advertisements, photographs and records. When the envelopes started coming, it gave me the confidence to continue, knowing that there was information out there. I was determined not to editorialise or put my own personality in it. If I couldnt prove it and it wasnt a fact, it couldnt go in. That is the point of a reference book: lining up the facts, putting them in order and making it read well and make sense. In addition, so we can date our pieces of colonial furniture, Cottrell has put together an exhaustive, first-of-its-kind analysis of screws, nails, locks, hinges and machinery used at the time. So, for example, if your precious piece has a type-A screw and a type-C lock, it must have been made in 1840. But, I thought furniture on its own a rather boring subject, really! For a grown man to write about bits of wood is not the most dynamic thing, is it? So he decided to put as many people as possible in the book, using photographs of them with their furniture, and quotes from their journals. Because, says Cottrell, the book is about the mundane clutter in peoples lives, the utensils. We look at the stuff now and think, Gosh thats a fantastic chair. For this guy, he says, pointing in the book at a grainy black-and-colonial man sitting in a fantastic-looking chair, it was just a chair. I wanted to connect the furniture with the people whose lives it belonged to. The book records the Kiwification of furniture at the time, too. For example, they used a lot of wood in solid form; because timber was so plentiful, they didnt have to use the veneers that were standard trade practice. And, because we had such a wonderful colour range of timbers, they took to creating splendid specimen tables, featuring all the varieties of wood. The other thing that happened was we tended to get a kind of softening of styles, says Cottrell. Most cabinet-makers that turned up here werent A-grade, and they tended to pull back on the detail because its the detail that takes the time and costs the extra money. And the client-base wasnt very wealthy. They just wanted a chest of drawers and, if they could leave a bit of a frill off it, they would. So, our styles tended to narrow down a bit. Furniture speaks volumes about the whole colonial experience. A painting is a painting in colonial New Zealand, they tended to be landscapes, portraits, pleasant things. But furniture tells you how poor somebody was or how wealthy, whether they wanted to make a work of art, whether they just needed a utilitarian thing to make life better for themselves. Theres a lot of history attached to these things and they are often discarded because people just dont notice them. Cottrells chat is peppered with stories of unique, historically valuable pieces he has rescued from sheds, junk shops and dip-strippers, horror stories of unscrupulous dealers who will chop pieces off antiques to up the sale price, and sad tales of beautiful sets being sold off in bits. I can go into a junk shop and point out a chair and say that chair was made by a craftsman who came from the Thames Valley region of England. He came to New Zealand and carried on making the same style of furniture. Here it is, covered in white paint and they want $25 for it. Nobody recognises its value. In 50 years time, all the pieces made by that craftsman might be gone. We still have the furniture we just need to appreciate it a bit more. | |