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 name — which we used…

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 other hand she didn’t think…