Dorothy

The road into our house came over a traffic bridge, downstream quite a distance. You then came back up the main road to the school, the railway station and a small store. We had a black horse called Dick and a very cranky Shetland pony — I can’t remember its ... Read more

Previous | Contents | Next Rightly or wrongly, Mum had very firm opinions about her two brothers. Uncle Ian could do no wrong — and I do bear his name. However he was farming in Tauranga long before Dorothy and Cliff had us kids, so we had nothing to do with him. On the ... Read more