Emile Etienne Metard won second prize for his pansies in the annual Palmerston North Horticultural Society’s Flower Show. He won a garden hoe.
This was in 1881. In all likelihood, Emile loved his pansies. Getting second place for his pansies in the annual Palmerston North Horticultural Society’s show of 1881 was a moment of glory. He thought of the occasion with pleasure throughout his life, especially when he used the garden hoe he had been awarded.
It is fast heading towards two centuries since Emile won second prize for his pansies in the annual Palmerston North Horticultural Society’s flower show. The hoe has done its dash. The pansies are dead. Sorry Emile Etienne Metard, but no one gives a damn.
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Was not the first prize of a turkey more appropriate?
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A turkey – a hoedown – all much of a muchness.
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How about a wet noodle?
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In real life, he was (I believe) from Belgium. I wouldn’t like one wet noodle to strain international relations. We should let pansies be pansies…
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A whoopee cushion.
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old stogies
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a completed 3,000 piece puzzle, glued together and lacquered for posterity, highlighting its status as a useless pastime and equally useless object d’art.
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All your suggestions are very American. The import taxes would be prohibitive. Besides, one cannot change the past. He got a hoe.
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Couldn’t help but crack up laughing here, Bruce!!
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Thanks! I must admit, it’s one of my favourite stories!
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With such a name Emile Etienne Metard obviously lived in Akaroa and travelling to Palmerston North with his pansies would have been quite a feat in 1881. I feel one must give a damn and now tell his entire story – for clearly here is a man and his hoe, worthy of remembering!
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He was in fact the newspaper agent in Feilding, so his pansies didn’t have to travel very far. I have since discovered, since writing the story, a terrible fact: he didn’t get a garden hoe at all! I misread the newspaper report! Mr Metard got second place for his pansies, but Mr HOE got first place!!!!!! That is even more hilarious!
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Ha,ha,hahahahaha! And we don’t give a sod for Mr Hoe!!
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And the same report says (spelling as in report) that Mrs Snelson got first prize for her bigonias. It doesn’t say how big they were!
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Mrs Snelsons bigonias ere pritty big n somone god fired or their roofreading abilties!!
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Let’s hop the roofreader wasn’t Mr Hoe!
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I reckon we’ll all win that hoe in turn and use it for keeping down the weeds and pushing up the pansies.
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Pushing up “pansies” seems to be one of life’s inevitabilities… !
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I have a lack of immunity to laughter and cracked up every time you did in the audio. I am still laughing so I’m not sure what this story is about.
I’m very fond of pansies (from the French “pensées”) and I have a hoe.
Both “pansy” and “hoe” are loaded words in the American rapper community.
I totally agree that no one gives a damn.
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Glad you got a giggle! Why I like this story is that it’s not even a story! The annual Palmerston North Horticultural Society’s show of 1881 is such a pretentious mouthful – “Rumford Flower Show” would be more concise and less risible-causing. As I said to Pauline, I’ve rechecked the newspaper article. There are a dozen stories there in the one report not least being Mrs Snelson’s bigonias (sic). Keep laughing. I have been laughing at this story for weeks waiting for it to be posted!
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Surely you will tweak Mrs. Snelson’s bigonias for some future story…
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Her bigonias, to be right up front about it, could be quite in your face. They shall make an appearance!
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It doesn’t really matter whether anyone cares now. Emile got his hoe (or didn’t) and cultivated his pansies and was happy. We’re all here for about a nanosecond in the perspective of all time and can’t actually expect much from succeeding generations unless we’ve caused a world war or developed a vaccine for …smallpox (who was that?)
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That’s true – which I suspect is the point of the story! Except – however infinitesimal – the world today is different because Emile grew his pansies. He changed the direction of the universe – as we all do.
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🙂
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Hoe, hoe, hoe! That was a good ‘un, Goodman.
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Thanks! Glad you digged it!
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You say the hoe has done its dash, but that’s only about real hoers in real gardens, in New Zealand. In the 19th century there was a certain mystique about a man with a hoe: the famous controversial painting by the Frenchman Jean François Millet entitled “Man with a Hoe,” and the famous (in America) poem based on that painting written by the poet by Edwin Markham: “The Man with a Hoe.” Maybe a ho once functioned as a kind of trophy!
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I must explore your references. Interesting indeed! It’ll be interesting to hoe the facts.
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Don’t know to be honest Outliver Rude – oh! that’s not your name. Sorry.
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Thanks for the laugh. The repetition was perfect. 🙂
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Thank you!
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How can you be sure he didn’t spend his life dejected and unfulfilled because someone else’s pansies were judged better than his?
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Well… um…. because… yeah… you might be right there, Keith. To get second (as I used to tell my students) is not to be a winner. You’re a loser. I think possibly after the pansy failure Emile Etienne Metard was heavily into vegetables.
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Absolutely; second is just the first of the losers. Being heavily into vegetables could have turned out to be a persistent state…
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In real life he went bankrupt a few months after the flower shower. Hopefully the two weren’t connected.
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I think we have some of his produce’s offspring in our garden
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They should’ve been nipped in the bud.
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🙂
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The comment thread is just as amusing as the story. Thank you for the giggle, all of you. I like pansies.
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Thank you! I like pansies too!
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Ha! My pleasure, Bruce.
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The highlight of his life perhaps, it all went downhill to destitution after that…
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Yes – I think (from memory) he had a store in an “early” New Zealand settlement called Feilding (yes! that’s the correct spelling!) and he was from Belgium. I THINK he had 5 daughters. As far as I can see (investigating for no other reason than he got second for his pansies at the flower show) that he went bankrupt and left New Zealand with his family. There are no Metards in the NZ births, deaths and marriages!
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Oh the shame of second place!
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It was a pleasure to read both – the story and the comments.
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Neither the award nor the pansies affect the wheel of evolution one bit. It is kind of sad though.
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Oh – but I think it does!!!
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