Otago Settlers Museum - Current Display

Current Display

The museum underwent extensive renovations during 2011 and 2012, reopening to the public with a new name, Toitū Otago Settlers Museum. in December 2012. The improvements include a new structure attached to the northern end of the former building and increased exhibition size. The north wing includes a new main entrance, gift shop, and cafe, as well as housing Josephine. A separate new structure to the north of the museum houses JA 1274.

The revamped display now tells the story of Dunedin and its surrounding districts chronologically from the arrival of the first Māori up to the present day, with exhibits complemented by the addition of fully interactive computer displays. The two Burnside wings detail the history of the region from pre-European times, through the Otago Gold Rush to the end of the nineteenth century, and the former entrance link between this area and the former bus depot has been turned into a research centre and memorial to Otago's First and Second World War veterans. The former bus depot features twentieth century artefacts, focussing largely on transport, digital technology and Dunedin's creative and broadcasting history (including a permanent display relating to the Dunedin Sound music scene.The former bus depot's Art Deco entrance hall has been left intact within this wing.

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