I finished at Whangarei Boys High School at the end of 1959 (the year the Auckland Harbour Bridge opened) and our family moved south at the same time. Dad bought the Martinborough chemist shop and recommenced life as a pharmacist, my sister Lynne started her working life (as a hairdresser), and I went to university in Wellington.
In my first year at Victoria University (when I was eighteen), I boarded with the Harrington family in Oriental Terrace. To cut a very long story extremely short, that was where I met their daughter, Julie.
Julie and I married in 1965 and within five years we had four particularly nice children, Jeannie, Paul, David, and Anna. Later, they in turn had children, giving me seven delightful grandchildren (Kate, Sharn, Aaron, Alex, Sam, Danielle, and Manuka) and (so far) one beautiful little great grandson (Reid).
It’s been so much fun doing this blog, remembering the past and trying to illustrate how much life has changed since those long ago days. I started it because my son and daughter-in-law asked me to, but I’ve ended up doing it for myself. Thank you, Paul and Linda, it was a lovely idea and I’m so very grateful you suggested it.
And thanks, also, to Mandy Lee, who in 2017 very generously welcomed us into what is now HER home, the Maungaturoto house built by my grandfather and uncle in 1946.
And, now, 25000 words later, the story of my childhood has ended. Nearly six decades have passed since I left school and I’m now seventy-five years old.
Wow, where did all those years go to!!!