In the beginning: the NaeNae Club and Ashley Heenan
My introduction to croquet started when I was still in my pram. My mother would often sit in Riddiford gardens in Lower Hutt next to the croquet lawns before setting out on her journey home after a visit to the shops. Of course I have no recollection of these outings, but I am sure I lapped up any attention the croquet ladies paid to me.
This idyllic start in life took an abrupt turn when my mother, who had never experienced good health, required hospitalisation; and then my father was diagnosed with terminal cancer. The resulting turmoil turned me into an extremely timid, anxious and vulnerable child. I retreated into a world of my own.
A few years following the death of my father I "rediscovered" croquet in my early teens, on a chance visit to the NaeNae Bowling and Croquet Club in the Hutt Hospital grounds. Two ladies - Melba Miller and Muriel Palmer - saw me watching and kindly invited me to have a go. When my sister purchased my first mallet for me, I was all set to play regularly.
NaeNae was a very small club. The positive attention I received from the few members did much to build my self confidence.
Feeling somewhat disheartened after my poor effort, I was later surprised to learn that Ashley Heenan was willing to give me some coaching. Although somewhat fearful, I was keen to learn, and Ashley became a very positive influence in my young life, for which I remain eternally grateful. I learned from him not only all the basics of shot making but also some of the history of the development of the game in New Zealand, including details of the MacRobertson Shield, the ultimate croquet competition. What was even more exciting, Ashley knew all the people pictured in Maurice Reckitt's book, "Croquet Today" which I had on virtually permanent loan from the public library.
Ashley Heenan also encouraged my early interest in classical music. I attended a number of concerts and a spellbinding performance by the New Zealand Ballet Company under his tutelage. To an arrangement of Offenbach's operatic music, orchestrated by Ashley himself, the company performed some dazzling pieces. But when Desmond Kelly and Denise LeCompte danced to the waltz music from Le Belle Helene, I thought it the most romantic thing I'd ever seen - art in its purest form, colour, movement, romance and sound. The final ballet was Stravinski's "Petrouchka" with Jon Trimmer dancing the tragic puppet's role. This simple Russian folk story set to a ballet has both haunted and fascinated me all my life. But this is a croquet memoir, so let's get back to croquet...
Coaching by a master of the sport
Ashley started our sessions with a game of Golf Croquet, and then we played proper Association Croquet. If I played a shot poorly, rather than take a bisque, I would replay the shot with some advice from the "Master" and if I still didn't get it right, he'd ask me to do it again, perhaps up to three times, and then Ashley would take his turn. I think it was an excellent way to learn, because the replay allowed me to get it right and then to continue the sequence of shots required to make a break.
I spent hours and hours practicing croquet on that beautiful court at NaeNae. I still believe it is the best lawn I've ever played on, and John Solomon made a similar comment when he recalled practicing on it during the 1950 MacRob series. My solo practice was fueled by a childish fantasy in which I replayed the New Zealand "test matches" against England. I had read some accounts from the 1950 series contained in old Gazettes in the clubhouse. In my fantasy, although England (led by Hicks and Hamilton-Miller) were allowed to win the odd game, New Zealand (with Ross and Heenan) always won the deciding game of the match.
As my skills developed, I received invitations to play at the neighbouring club "Waimarie," where there were four lawns set amongst beautiful flower gardens. Everyone was very welcoming. I remember players like Lill Simpson who, although she was blind in one eye, was an amazingly good shot. Mrs. Mouat had spindly, thin legs beneath a large upper body and always wore a huge hat tied on with a scarf, making her look she for all the world like Toad disguised as the washerwoman from "Toad of Toad Hall."
During the same tournament, playing singles on a very uneven court in a strong wind, I found my bisques and confidence both disappearing at an alarming rate. A kindly spectator offered a few words of encouragement, to which my opponent took exception. Some years later I again faced the same opponent, who took some delight in reminding me of this incident, to which I replied, "Oh, come on, the poor old dear is probably long gone." "Oh, no she isn't, I check every year in the Annual" came the thunderous reply from my forthright opponent. I am pleased to report that this time I won, and without any "advice."
Ashley was a very precise player and expected the same accuracy from me. He was a hard taskmaster. Sometimes, following a series of inaccurate shots, I would be left with a long hoop which I'd invariably run. Instead of being praised for making the long hoop, I would hear from the sideline, "That's all very fine, but you won't last five minutes against Solomon if you play like that!" He later told me he sensed I didn't like being criticised, so he did just that. He believed I had the tenacity to stick to it and that I would succeed.
Around this time Australian Eddie Hunt arrived in N.Z. as a member of the cast of "My Fair Lady." Eddie was something of a croquet celebrity in my eyes, as he'd been a member in his late teens of the Australian croquet team who had won the MacRobertson Shield Series against England and New Zealand in 1935. When the theatrical company didn't have matinees he was able to come out to NaeNae and have a game or two with me after I finished school. I well remember him with two yardline balls just up the boundary from corner four playing a cut rush into the second corner. The striker's ball hit the wall of the ditch around the court and finished up across the other side of the adjoining bowling green. Playing side stance he could generate amazing power.
Later Pat Rudolph from Nelson was famous for having his striker's ball, in playing a cut-rush, cross five courts, and on another occasion he sent a ball across two courts through the hedge and across the road into the carpark at the Globe Tavern - a unique way to disguise a quick visit to the pub!
A huge leap from local rookie to full international player
So I headed off to Wanganui for the match against Australia. I was extremely nervous, but under the kindly eye of my partner Edna Hight, we had a win in the doubles and I prevailed in my singles match against Olive Lewis, who graciously complimented me after the match on my good play. All Ashley's insistence on playing precision croquet had paid dividends. Under the pressure of playing for my country there was nothing to feel anxious about when my precise positioning shots enabled me to run my hoops from only six inches out, straight on.
To my huge surprise, then, I was promoted into the New Zealand team. The format for the MacRobertson Shield Series was for each of the three nations' six-member teams to play the other two teams, three times - nine test matches in total. Each test match comprised nine individual matches - three doubles and six singles. Each test match was played over three days, with day one for doubles, then three singles matches on each of the remaining two days.
Since New Zealand was now extremely unlikely to win the series, having already lost three of their tests, it had been decided to give Ralph Browne and myself further experience, an investment in the future; so we joined Tony Stephens, another youngster who had been in the team from the outset, for the remaining three tests.
Match wins against the British
My first test match was against England, so far undefeated. I was partnered by Les Middlemiss, whose wife had been dropped from the side! However, he bore me no grudge, although my selection was not popular with some. Fortunately we played well enough to win against David Curtis and the colourful Bryan Lloyd-Pratt in the doubles, and I beat David in the singles. They were the only matches New Zealand won.
New Zealand had lost the test 2-7, but the main highlight, for me, was meeting John Solomon, who was kind enough to tell me about a variation on the triple peel he and Pat Cotter had been working on.
New Zealand then scored their only test win in the entire series, beating Australia at New Plymouth. I was promoted in the singles order to number 3 and faced Merle Day, who had already defeated Arthur Ross twice and William Ormerod, so I knew she would be very formidible. Perhaps fortunately for me, it rained heavily overnight and as Merle was even more slightly build than me, she found the heavy conditions difficult. I won in straight games quite easily, and then it was on to Hamilton for our final encounter.
England, in no mood to relax and no doubt determined to win the Series undefeated, quickly won all three doubles matches, whereupon two busloads of spectators turned up to watch the play after all the scheduled play for the day was over. Hastily, exhibition games were organized for the crowd, as the singles were not due to start until the next day. I got to partner John Solomon against Tony Stephens and Pat Cotter. John went round to 4 back straight away with the usual hoop one peel, and following the lift being missed I completed the first triple peel I had done in anything resembling a "match."
I was delighted to have performed so well in such august company. Whether this display from a "dark horse" slightly unnerved John I don't know, but on the next day I caused something of a sensation by defeating him in the test match singles.
The night before my sensational victory over arguably the best player in the world at the time, Arthur Ross had taken me aside and said, "Now forget all the usual tactics tomorrow, my advice against the world's best is to shoot at the nearest ball." Despite feeling both very nervous and excited, I felt I had to play as well as I could, because I was playing against John Solomon. And sure enough, an opportunity came right at the start, with his ball in corner one. I remembered Arthur's advice, turned around, and hearing gallery's gasp, I hit John's ball from some ten yards away for the first break. I won the first game by 26.
My first nationals
As the 1963 New Zealand Championships were held a week or two after the MacRobertson Series, most of the overseas test players stayed on and took part. John got his revenge when he defeated me in the NZ Open Singles semi-finals. In the first round I'd played Edna Rudder from Australia, perhaps the most tidy break-maker in their team. We had three games with very few errors apart from the odd missed lift shot. In a subsequent round I completed my first quadruple against the delightful Australian Peggy Harrison, but I have to be honest, the victory came after my mistake in not making 3 back in the previous turn; it was not by design!
In the third game of a fascinating match against Hicks I attempted an ambitious straight triple but ran into my peelee after running rover. In trying to croquet both balls back through rover in a desperate attempt to peg out I committed a fault. Humphrey's clips were on 4 back and hoop 2. Playing with his forward ball he went to the stick and cross pegged me, retiring to the absolute safety of corner 4. Faced with this strange situation I pegged out one ball and hoped for the best. Humphrey set sail on a three-ball break but was unlucky when he stuck attempting to run hoop 6 with control, with my ball on the other side. As he commented afterwards, "The spirit was willing but the flesh was weak." I was very lucky to get away with the win, but I know he'd didn't begrudge me the victory for a minute.
In the final against England's Bryan Lloyd-Pratt, after waiting a day and a half for my match I lost the first game 21-26. I returned to my hotel feeling somewhat despondent, knowing I had played somewhat indifferently. Not only had I lost, but I was meant to be back at work the next morning at the Bank of New Zealand, some 400 miles away where I had only just started to work! What is more, my employers had been kind enough to give me leave in advance in order to play in the Championships, after only one week on the job! I might lose my job, but far more important, I did not want to lose this match.
The next morning I stepped onto the court with a very determined attitude and secured my first national title, completing the match against Lloyd-Pratt 26-0, 26-1TP. I didn't lose my job, but it was probably the winning of a title and the subsequent publicity in the press that saved the day for me with the bank.
That summer of '63 will always remain a cherished memory. It was as though the sun shone brightly every day.
A NOTE ON THE AUTHOR: John Graham Prince, 61, lives in Christchurch, New Zealand. He is married to Sue with two adult sons, Nicholas and Jonathan. He works part-time for both the Bank of New Zealand at Christchurch International Airport; and the Male Survivors of Sexual Abuse Trust as an Administration Assistant and Advocate. He also paints and currently exhibits his work with Bryce Gallery in Christchurch. John is a Life Member of Croquet New Zealand, Canterbury Croquet Association, and the United Croquet Club; and an Honorary Life Member of the English Croquet Association.
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