The First World War was a difficult time for Bensemann descendants who were living in New Zealand, Australia and other parts of the old British Empire.
My Aunty Dorothy was a young girl just after war was declared. She recalled waiting for the school bus by the side of the road near her home at Mahana, Nelson province. The bus pulled up next to her but did not open the doors. Instead the driver and the other children shouted abuse at her out the windows - 'we don't pick up huns' etc and they all clapped when the bus left her behind. She had to walk to Mahana School and was told off for being late.
Her brother, my Uncle Hans, was held down on the ground in the school playground at Mahana by a group of boys who apparently were doing the equivalent of bayonet practice. They called him a 'dirty hun' and stabbed his eye with a stick. His eye became infected and he lost it, replacing it with a glass eye. Most people with German surnames in the Upper Moutere area kept a low profile during the war, and a few Bensemanns dropped the last 'n' on their name to appear less German.
However my grandfather 'E C' Bensemann had a strong sense of injustice about the anti-German hype in the news media.