Meet Carol, Moira, Alun and Arlo, Darcy and Prue
Meet the locals
No-one in Paekākāriki talked about ‘diversity’ in 1971 but the Perkins family soon came to epitomise it. The culture of the Middle Run family farm was right wing, left-leaning, New Age, rural, cosmopolitan, outdoors, arty, horsey, gentle, blokey, into surf life-saving, and famous for teasing humour noted for a consistent lack of tact. The John Perkins era attracted wonderful people to our village: people who might not be like-minded―the Perkins family is incapable of being that boring―but certainly people who are, by and large, remarkably like-hearted.
‘In his quiet, behind-the-scenes way, he’s a very active, enthusiastic Paekākārikian, working hard for social equality. We are lucky to have him.’ Introducing our altruistic second sponsor.
“This is crazy!” We were hacking a path through 2-metre tall cape ivy in the quarry.
I have lived in Paekākāriki for over 35 years. Most of that time I have not known much about lizards. Sure, there have always been a few skinks running around my garden. But that was about all I knew. All that began to change when Ngā Uruora hired Ecogecko to do a series of local lizard surveys.
I am restless by nature. There. A confession. Undeniably a deficit in my character. FOMO at its worst.
The first time I became aware of Taupo Swamp was when the Queen came to visit. A platform was erected atop a small grassy knoll beside State Highway One. From here the Queen could stand, her back to the traffic, to admire the sea of flax, and perhaps wave royally across its expanse at commuters on the Kapiti train line. My parents felt a bit sorry for her – but they were also amused.
Our house backs onto paddocks and on the other side of those paddocks part of Transmission Gully is being constructed. It’s a notorious road. One I can hardly believe is actually being built, having heard about it for as long as I can remember. I see the earthmovers and the hazard bunting during the day, and I’ve got used to the hi-vis workers clearing out the pie warmer in the local dairy, but it’s mostly at night when I feel the road advancing. Lights pulse and flash, machinery growls, and the shouting talk of workers carry across the paddocks.
In 50 years' time
“It takes a village, right? Thankfully, I was in one.”
An introductory editorial.
From Sunday 28 February Paekakakariki 88.2FM’s extending its hours so your day kicks off at 8am after the Kapiti bird’s dawn chorus. But wait there’s more! We have six new shows starting this month, with a big injection from new local DJs who are either at Kapiti College or Paekakariki School.
Welcome to Paekakariki – we hope this site helps you to find your way around. Paekakariki: To the Ngati Haumia who settled here it was the bay of the kakariki – some say it’s another name for paradise … it’s even been called The Centre of the Universe. But whatever it’s been called, while you’re here, you can call it home.