Lounge on the Captain Cook immigrant ship

My father John Patrick Butler passed away January 27th 2023

Going through his paperwork I found out he travelled from U.K. to wellington on the Captain Cook August 1956

He returned to U.K. on the Southern Cross July 1958 to marry my mother ( her father would not allow her to join him in New Zealand

My parents, brother and myself, came on Captain Cook Glasgow to Wellington 1957, I loved it, the library was the best, I was always sitting in the chairs, the fancy dress, I was Queen of Hearts, and the lifeboat drills, my poor Mum a chronic asthmatic, trying to get the life vest on, (nothing like todays life jackets). Then going over the equator, we all got dunked in the pool, some man, long beard, he had a sceptre in his hand, we arrived in Wellington, dead of night, got on this rickity old bus, which went for miles in the dark, we were to live in the transit camp in Matamata, a real eye opener for my parents, Now nearly 70 years watching sports from the cake tin or westpac stadium, there is mostly a cruise ship and the men are on the top deck watching the game, I love seeing Wellington Harbour, hey from 4 to 54, my life was beginning Now living in Aus, but hey I am a Kiwi, loud and proud

My uncle, Alastair Wilson sailed from Glasgow to Wellington on "Captain Cook" aged 23 in 1958. Tragically, he was killed there in 1965 aged 30. Wondering if anyone knew him? He stayed at the Immigration hostel in Trentham, Lower Hutt

Hi KC Holland
I am Diane Cox unfortunately Brian Cox is not my uncle.
It was only my parents and myself that emigrated from England.
Also, I cannot locate Brian in my family tree.
Diane

Diane Cox who travelled with her father Roy and Mother Doris Minnie, I believe is the neice of Brian Cox who travelled on that day. We are trying to find members of that family, as the experience must have been very inspiring for Brian who became a boating person, and was an flight engineer. Love to be able to find Diane.

I just posted a comment re my parents on the ship in 1954. But I wonder if anyone who signed the Certificate of crossing the Equator’ is still alive, or a relative?
Signature are: George Hayworth, Jim McDonald , John Parmee, Al Osman, Joan Harrington, Alfred Keller, F Stilwell, Patricia Moir, Thomas George Brown, John Williams, Patricia Murphy, Aly Ben Hamid, J G Jones, D Buckland, Charles Williams, Jack Mather, xx Humphrey, Carrio Stayes

Hi - my parents ( Evelyn Stanger and James Craig, both now deceased ), met in the Capt Cook in 1952. I have a ‘ crossing the equator’ certificate for my mother dated 2/5/52 and signed by friends. I was born in Wellington in 1959, and they returned to the UK in 1966. I now live on the Isle of Wight in England. I wonder if anyone might remember them ?

I was 6 years old when we sailedout of Glasgow on 8th or 9th December 1952. There seems to be some confusion re exact date. The person overboard story I remember hearing but didn't know details. Glad that poor young lady was saved. My drama began the day of arrival in Wellington when it was discovered I was smothered in measles. I'd escaped the outbreak until the last moment. A fleet of ambulances took the sorry tribe of spotty, sick kids to Wellington Fever Hospital, where we languished for a week or so. A stressful time for all, parents and offspring.

I travelled on the Captain Cook with my family. Me a 1 year old, my brother Richard turned 3 on the way. My Parents June and Raymond Henshaw.
We arrived in Wellington on 14 Nov 1958. We travelled by overnight train to Auckland. West Auckland was home to us for the next 18 years. We are now spread all over New Zealand, parents still alive at 90 & 89.
Does anyone know what date we left Glasgow?

We arrived in Wellington in March 1953, parents and two brothers, three, five and six. My father was berhed in the men's quarters, my brothers and I in a four berth cabin with our mother. It was rocky on the first morning out of Glasgow. I sat on the floor of the cabin to guard against falling over. My father came to see us, picked me up and took me out to the railing to show me why the ship rocked. One day I poked my head through the rails and moved along a little. Screamed blue murder when I couldn't get out. Our steward's name was Andy, I remember his telling us that as a Scot he couldn't eat porridge unless it was salted.
Memories: on the ship my first taste of lemonade and the chinking of ice in the glass; seeing the movie Jack and the Beanstalk screened on the deck; seeing a black man in Curacao, my first; arriving at Wellington in the dark with the lights of the houses on the hills.
We went to Westport where my father had a job arranged for him.