Abe Phillips Musical tributes were paid by Prince Tui Teka and the Shadracks at the funeral service held at Waipatu marae, Hastings, for Abe Phillips, a well known entertainer, following his death in a car accident near Waipukurau. After a combined Anglican-Roman Catholic service at the marae, requiem mass was celebrated at the Church of St. Peter Chanel.

Kingi Winiata A life of dedicated service came to an end with the death of Kingi Winiata of Waihirere, Wairoa, and the many represenatives from the business and farming communities at his funeral service showed the high esteem in which he was held in the district. To his Maori people he was a wise and authoritative guide and he was respected by the Pakeha for his abundant knowledge of farming. Of humble birth and with very little education, he worked extremely hard, and with his late wife, born Merekakara King, built their tiny holding into a prosperous farm. With their one son they brought up 12 foster-children. He worked with his great friend Sir Turi Carroll for the regaining and supervision of Maori land blocks, and wisely regulated sales of stock. These two men also worked hard for both the Takitimu and Taihoa maraes.

Rev. T. Pohatu The Bishop of Waiapu, the Rt. Rev. Paul Reeves led a memorial communion service at the Kiekie marae during the funeral service for the late Vicar of Hikurangi, the Rev. T. Pohatu. Many fellow clergy attended, and after the tributes to their spiritual leader. Canon Rangiihu spoke. The Hikurangi choir also sang.

Maria Kina Totara Mrs Totara died in Dargaville Hospital after a short illness at the end of a long life of almost 108 years. Very active in her garden, and taking a great interest in her family and in church affairs, Mrs Totara will be greatly missed.

Summer Waipiro Bay Under the Norfolk pines they sat, relaxed, Two women chatting, now their chores were done, One spoke of menfolk, and their fishing skill The catch that day had been a bumper one. The other thought the gardens were too dry, Looked out to sea and wished the rain would come. But cloudless blue filled all the bowl of heaven, And wavelets lapped the wide beach at their feet, As though the calm warm days would always stay. Drowsy, they let the summer's warmth Steal through them till their chatter ceased, And soft contentment eased their busy minds From house and children and all daily needs. Only cicada's song and seagull's cry Vibrated in the air as they slept on. Marie Perry.