Just a wee update for those that haven't yet liked my new pain relief Cream pain yet....
I went to Tauranga for Christmas day,
I used to like in Tauranga about 8 years ago, and yesterday while doing some last minute shopping, I looked up and saw the pharmacist that used to dispense all the painkillers etc I used to take back then. I thought, gosh I know you, but couldn't remember who she was, she stopped and reminded me who she was.
She was totally gobsmacked how well I was looking, and how bright and alert, I was, and how well I was moving, I was even carrying a 7 month old baby around the supermarket.
We started talking about the cream, and how I didn't take painkillers at all now, and she asked me to drop off some business cards and sample pots of the cream too her, along with one pot she would get. No promises, but its a good lead. She has a family member that has arthritis, and would try the cream with them...
I said I had thought about going to see the doctor I used to go to, and she encouraged me to go see him, he would be amazed as she was...
it was lovely to have someone recognize me, that knew the road I was on back then, morphine and two other types of painkillers, and now to see me as I am now. We talked for about 10 minutes, in a busy shop, then outside again
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Well its time I hit the sack I guess, after just finishing checking all my private messages, and emails, I have a busy busy day tomorrow....
sort of a shame facebook doesn't show the places around NZ that my Pain Relief Cream was discussed and tried out, on Christmas Day. At least 5 families I know of did, I have re-orders and first time orders from people that have tried the cream. which is fantastic ....
the place that sells the pots I put it in is closed until 12 Jan, and at the rate the cream sales are going, I'm going to run out of containers before New Years Eve...
Still, it will give me time to go picking more Comfrey, and other herbs, and making the concentrate so when the various suppliers open I can order more supplies... and make up creams,
I will have time to see if i can find some native plants and play around with a couple of recipes using them.
Oh, and I have some exciting news, I met a woman the day before Christmas, she has done a 3 year course in Herbalism, she's away until about the 6th of Jan, but she is going to start doing markets for me, and also will start making Pain Relief Massage Oils, I will sell through this page.
And we are looking at other products we could make, so if anyone has any remedy they are wanting,. let me know... will definitely make vapour rub for coughs and colds. and other ideas??? They have to be for external use only for a start, we'd have to get use of a commercial kitchen before we could making medicines
So things are really moving along.
Its a awesome feeling to be helping people be relieved from their pain issues..... a subject so close to my heart, and i just love hearing the story's of different things the creams heal.
Ok, its 2.05 am got to sleep, I'll catch up later today, Have a great christmas, if you do them, and haven't done it yet....
Wednesday 24 December 2014
Friday 31 October 2014
Places I have lived part 1
this looks abit like that song, I've been everywhere man.
Pahiatua (born March 22 1962) I don't remember anything from living here, I left before I was a year old, I do know my father worked on a sheep station here.
Norsewood I remember a lot from living here, even though we left when I was only about 3 1/2 years old. The best story from here, was we had a mother pig that had just farrowed (had piglets) it was cold weather, must have been winter, the sow was inside out of the weather with her babies, and the light was on for the piglets, I was fascinated with the baby pigs, and spent a lot of time watching them, and laying under the light playing and sleeping with them.
I don't know if you know but each piglet has there own teat for feeding off, and the runt of the little becomes the runt because its born last, and when all the good feeding teats are taken, so it has the teat that has the least milk... You can take one of the biggest piglets off its teat, and put it on another one, it will know straight away that not its teat, and push other piglets off there teat until it finds its own one. Anyway on with the story....
When they were a few weeks old, Mother heard one piglet squealing its lungs out, thinking the sow had laid on it, she rushed from the house to the barn, and there I was latched onto that piglets teat, it was squealing to get it back, and I was sucking away happily, with all the other piglets :)
When they were a few weeks old, Mother heard one piglet squealing its lungs out, thinking the sow had laid on it, she rushed from the house to the barn, and there I was latched onto that piglets teat, it was squealing to get it back, and I was sucking away happily, with all the other piglets :)
Haumoana Beach; I was about three and a half when he moved to a camping ground, in Haumoana Beach, we lived in one big room, Mother, Dad, and my 3 brothers. Both mother and Dad would go out to work every day, my two older brothers would go to school, and my younger brother Owen and I would go stay with granny Brown, she lived right across the road, on the beach front, out her back gate was the top of the beach. I have never been back there, but I remember it being a very steep stony beach, that had big waves. I remember Owen and I used to help Granny lace up her corset in the morning, and spending a lot of time playing with Owen on the beach, unsupervised, granny was always inside sitting down, whenever I remember her.
I remember one day, I was sitting looking out at the ocean, and right across the horizon from Cape Kidnappers across I could see hundreds of dolphins, jumping in and out of the water, as they swam right across, from Cape kidnappers up towards Gisborne I suppose, I don't remember seeing land in that direction when we were there. They were going past for days, most of the time they were single file, but one stage there seemed to be a few rows, deep... I have thought a lot about those dolphins over the years, how many there actually were.
When I got onto the internet 16 years ago, I did some searches, and couldn't find anything about them, but there had been a massive march of crayfish migrating up the coast, in '65 or '66 and I thought maybe it was the same year.
When I got onto the internet 16 years ago, I did some searches, and couldn't find anything about them, but there had been a massive march of crayfish migrating up the coast, in '65 or '66 and I thought maybe it was the same year.
I can remember a great big old tree getting cut down, in the gully behind out house, the logs being cut for firewood, and then a big bonfire being lite to get rid of the rest of the branches etc... and cooking potatoes in the ashes....
When I was 4, Mother and Dad had a massive big fight,(nothing new) mother got us out of bed, and told us. with my younger brother who was 18 months younger than me, to run over to the cowshead and hide.
We did, and listened to them fighting for ages, eventually Dad came over, and brought us back to the house, he was carrying the .22, Once home, he lined us up, against the wall, and said he was going to shoot us, and asked who wanted to go 1st.
Instead of being scared, us older kids started fighting about who was going to go 1st, we all wanted to be the No 1... This stunned Dad, and he lost the urge.
As farm kids we were expected to help with whatever work was being done, or bugger off and amuse ourselves. There was an old horse there, that was brought for dog tucker, but she was good with kids riding her bareback, so we got to keep her for the summer.... I can remember mother
I got home after dark, and mother beat the hell out of me for getting home after dark.... I knew I would get in the crap for getting home late, but never notices the sun crossing the sky, until it started to turn twilight, Myra was about 25 or so, so I just had to ride her as slowly as she wanted to go... which was slow lol.... Getting beatings from Mother was no big deal, yes it hurt at the time, but I don't remember the pain now...
Anyway Dad's drinking started to cause a problem, and I think he got fired from there, so we moved again.
Hastings: We lived in a couple of places in Hastings I think, but I can only remember one place at the moment, It was on the t inspection, right beside a primary school, it had a big old walnut tree in the back yard, a small corner dairy across the road, a park across the road from the school, and close to a fun park of sorts, with a castle, and canoes you could rent, the highland games in Hastings used to be held there. I don't remember where my parents worked when we were there. I'm pretty sure I started school there, but was only at school for a very short time, before we moved again.
By Mamamia Motel. This house was a big old concrete house, and lots happened here, a lot of stories about things dying, Uncle Bill died when we lived there, Mum and dad fighting, animals dying, bad Juju when I think about it now... The house was in the middle of a big paddock, and there was a woman that had her horses grazing there. I used to help her brush the horses.
That was the place my eldest brother shot me with a slug gun, several times, one slug made my back bleed, and my brother threatened me with a beating if if I told... so I didn't... 35 years later, I had an e-ray done on my back, there was a growth the size of a golf ball, with a dark center.... turns out it was the slug, that my body had grown a large wort like growth around.... That xray was after i hurt my back, and there was a hope that when they removed it, my backpain would go away, no such luck...
That place was also were my young brother Owen, were playing with the .22 rifles, we thought it was empty. and would aim it at each other and pull the trigger... Owen was a tiny kid, 18 months younger than I. He was getting tired, when he picked the gun up, and it dropped on the floor, he picked it up again, got on his bed, so he could get a good shot, but he couldn't pick it up properly, so it was facing the mattress, when he pulled the trigger, the bloody thing went off hahaha... we didn't laugh then of course, the walls were concrete, so it made a hell of a noise.... So we got a decent fright... they girl that owned the horses was babysitting us, so we got yelled at from her, then when Mother got home, we were yelled at a beaten the snot out of, we both had bruises for a ages from that bit of afternoon entertainment.
That was the place my eldest brother shot me with a slug gun, several times, one slug made my back bleed, and my brother threatened me with a beating if if I told... so I didn't... 35 years later, I had an e-ray done on my back, there was a growth the size of a golf ball, with a dark center.... turns out it was the slug, that my body had grown a large wort like growth around.... That xray was after i hurt my back, and there was a hope that when they removed it, my backpain would go away, no such luck...
That place was also were my young brother Owen, were playing with the .22 rifles, we thought it was empty. and would aim it at each other and pull the trigger... Owen was a tiny kid, 18 months younger than I. He was getting tired, when he picked the gun up, and it dropped on the floor, he picked it up again, got on his bed, so he could get a good shot, but he couldn't pick it up properly, so it was facing the mattress, when he pulled the trigger, the bloody thing went off hahaha... we didn't laugh then of course, the walls were concrete, so it made a hell of a noise.... So we got a decent fright... they girl that owned the horses was babysitting us, so we got yelled at from her, then when Mother got home, we were yelled at a beaten the snot out of, we both had bruises for a ages from that bit of afternoon entertainment.
Flaxmere My parents build their own home in Flaxmere, it was a Lockwood home, very flash.... we lived there for a couple of years I think. I has a lot of nasty stuff happen to me there, which I won't go into, I was 8 while i was there, and like so many people I hear talking about stuff that happened when they were 8, it seems a cursed age, or maybe that's when people really start remembering a lot of stuff from their past when they are eight.
On of the first memories of this place, if I had a bedroom of my own, the curtains had a horsey theme, so horse shoes, saddles, bridles and pony's jumping over haybales.... I loved that room so much.... one day not long after we moved in, I got hold of a pair of dressmakers scissors, and I started cutting single cuts in the curtains, I just loved the sound it made as it cut,,,, after about 20 cuts, it dawned on me, that I was in trouble, and boy was I right, another beating for my trouble ....
There was a park across the road from our house, and next to it a big paddock of old fruit trees, at one stage they cut the fruit trees down, and bulldozed them into about 10 massive big piles, they were an awesome place for building huts and forts, so all the neighborhood kids spent most days after school and the weekend, playing in the piles of trees.
I got caught playing "you show me your, and I'll show you mine" in one of the piles.... got in a lot of trouble for that too... at school, a male teacher we had, brought a record into school, and we listened to the moon landing....
My claim to fame when living in Flaxmere, I got the local bus to run into Hastings on a Saturday, so kids could go to the movies, I started a partition, and took it house to house by myself collecting signatures.
Another thing I did, was get a pedestrian crossing at the front of the primary school, and was the first of two kids to do the the lollipop sign duty.... I was a responsible lollipop sign guard I was :)
Mother organised with us kids to kill my father while we lived there. She was going to start an argument with him, grab the .22 rifle I was to hand her, that I had beside my bed. There was this whole plan she had worked out with use, for a week before the day, each time day when to work he would be planning.
She did go through with it, I gave her the gun, she ran into the lounge, and pointed it at him threatening him, got up close, and as she pulled the trigger, he hit the muzzle into the air. Dad was a bleeder, and the sight or something on the gun ripped the top of his hand, and he bleed like a stuck pig, and ran out of the house. Mum called the police, and said she had shot him... the bullet went into the roof, and is still there as far as I know.
Mother was arrested, and carted off to jail, Dad came home, and looked after us, until Mother got bail, then he left. Mother had some friends in Havelock North, she took us kids over there to live while the court case was going on...
When she went to court, the judge asked her if she was sorry for what she had done... She said in a big loud voice. "Yes your honour, I very sorry... Sorry I bloody missed him... " Since she had 4 kids and day wasn't hurt, she was given probation.
Dad owned, bred and raced thoroughbreds, one of his prize filly's Tania was staying out on a farm, and got pregnant to the farm hack, without Dad knowing, she was coming up two years old, so he brought her into town so he could break her in. I didn't have a lot to do with her then, but she became mine, once she had her foal, which ruined her for racing.
Believe it or not, those where the good or not to bad things that happened when I lived there. So I'll skip the rest....
About 6 months after the shooting, Mother and Dad, decided to move upto Otorohanga, and start milking cows.
Otorohanga. I was about 9 or 10 or so when we moved to Otorohanga, still at primary school, I loved being back on a farm. It was a mixed sheep and dairy farm, Dad and Mother were milking 80 cows, in a 4 aside herringbone cowshed. Us kids had only had hand milked house cows on the other sheep farms we were on. And had never seen, what we first called Tit Suckers.... Owen and I laughed and joked at the tit suckers the first milking, Dad got furious, he must have told a few lies to get the job, so he couldn't have up kids not using the right lingo for dairy farms, they were called CUPS not bloody titsuckers... I don't ever remember Dad hitting us as kids, he'd yell for sure, lock us out of the house, make us work, but not beat us like the mother did.
On the second night we were there, dad and Mother were milking the cows, and Owen and I went out to look at the milk pumping into the vat, the vat was getting quite fill by then, and cream had settled on the top. So Owen and I were scooping up handfuls, dirty hands for a start no doubt, and licking and drinking the cream.... it was delicious, and we stuffed ourselves, ended up spewing out guts out, I never drank cream again until about 10 years ago, so didn't drink for 30 odd years.
I was watching one of the shepherds one day killing a sheep, it was a ewe, and she had a bad bearing, (that means the intestines was rupturing out it rectum)... the ewe was heavily pregnant, and couldn't push the lamb out... actually thinking about it now, perhaps the bearing was coming out her vagina, I dunno all the same area for a kid.
Anyway, the Shepard cut the ewe's throat, and while she was kicking out, we noticed the lambs kicking in her belly, so the shepard cut open her stomach, and pulled out twins, a ram and a ewe lamb. I took the ram lamb, it was smaller and sickly, and the shepherds son got the ewe lamb, we could rear them for the school calf club.
Mother was going away for the weekend, the about the second day I had the lamb, she told me to put a chook egg in the milk, heat the bottle, and feed the lamb every 4 or so hours, or when it started making a noise... the egg was supposed to work like colostrum and the lamb would only get it for a week or so.... what mother didn't make clear, was the amount of milk to put the egg in. I assumed it was an egg every feed, whereas it should have been one egg a day.... anyway, mother came home, all the eggs used up, lol.... I was thrashed again. But hell that lamb was the healthiest lamb that ever was. It was way bigger than its twin by calf club day...
I made friends with the girl whose parent's owned or managed the piggery across the road, many happy hours were spend over at the piggery, I always had an affinity with pigs, since that incident at the start of this story. The friend didn't much like the piggery, she just complained about the smell, and want to go home. But I always loved the farrowing sows, a couple of lesbian girls ran the unit, and while I didn't know what a lesbian was in those days, they just lived together, that's all I needed to know, they were very good to me. Anyway, I got to know the girls, and spent most afternoons sitting in the unit, watching the little pigs, those were the best days of my life.
My eldest brother was still living down in Hastings, so being there was safe, and as close as I've ever been to a normal life I had. We lived there about 6 months.
Because there was always a few calves to feed, I got to know the owner.
I got friendly with the owner of the stud, and started teaching the show calves to lead, and was often found brushing and looking after the calves. Noel John, was the owner, he started talking me to the shows with him, because his boys were only preschooler and too young.
I learned to shoot while living there, it was the .22 rifle shooting rabbits and possums, there was a clay-bird range across the road, I never went over, but would often hear the shooting over there.
I was never keen on shooting, after I hit rabbit, and it took ages to die, and to be shooting, meant I had to be alone with my eldest brother and I always avoided that...
Dad's drinking was a problem again, and we left there at the start of the new milking season, about 6 months later. on July 30th
Cambridge: At Cambridge we were on another dairy farm, this time 340 cows, but when we first arrived, the cows where all dry, so all we really did was feed out hay to them.
Then they started calving, and it was insane quickly, most of the older cows would have their calf by themselves, by the first year replacement heifers had a lot of problems, the
They are light brown in colour and look more like a deer's head.
There were a lot of dead calves, and many damaged young cows. Its also their first
I must have been 11-1/2 almost 12 then, and I got the job of feeding the calves morning before school and after school... I loved it, teaching them to drink out of a calfeteria.
Calves generally are devided by gender, the male bull calves used to just feed until they were big enough to go away on the bobby calf truck, to one killed and made into veal, most where big enough at birth, so it was just a case of feeding them until the next day the bobby calf truck came, generally twice a week, the heifer or female calves, or the better heather ones, where kept to be reared for replacements in the herd, starting milking when they were two years old.
Once the calves could feed ok, off the calf-teria they were easy to feed, but before that, it was hard going teaching them.
As I said, I taught them to drink, because I had the most patience, and i would sit over
My favourite memory from that farm, was a horse I got, Tania, the filly that had the foal back in Flaxmere, that ruined her for racking, became mine.... oh they were the happiest of days for me.
I would saddle her up, first thing on a Saturday and Sunday morning and go out riding the whole day. We lived on a ring-road there, the road went in a big circle and met up with itself near the beginning, then if we road about a mile there was another ring road that we could ride as well... I seem to remember it was about 15 miles around both roads, but whatever it was, I could quite easily get around them both, and take the longest way home on the one I started on, and it would take from Early morning to almost dark, if I stopped in along the way and talked to various people, buy this time, I hated being home on the weekend, so any excuse to make the ride last longer, I took it. I would go in the worst weather, kitted out in an oilskin coat.
There were various other farm kids that had horses too, so I used to call in at each
I loved Tania and used her for work around the farm whenever i could, I taught her to work with calves then cattle, she was very good at stock work, and could turn very quickly, it ended up being our undoing, but I didn't know it then.
I was galloping her through a paddock one day, and trip, and I came off, breaking my arm, it was a very bad break, just a couple of inches below the shoulder, so it couldn't be put into a cast for a long while, and when it was, they put lead weight in the bottom of the cast to pull the break apart for it could heal properly.... those months I had that bloody broken arm were the pits, it was over summer school holidays, so of course i couldn't go out riding.... thankfully she didn't hurt herself too much, she had a limp for a while, but didn't break anything.
While my arm was broken, mother brought me a pedigree corgi puppy, one of the few nice things mother did for me, she really didn't like me at all ....
Anyway, that puppy became my constant companion, she was never old enough to go riding with me, and her legs were way to short, but when my arm finally healed, her wee legs were just too short, she would follow along if I was riding around the farm doing some work for dad though.
She was great at herding ducklings and chickens, and would try to round up the calves but they would just look at her, her her funny wee bark, and go where they wanted.
She used to sleep with me, and I remember many many nights, she would lick my tears away, and she always knew when I was starting to have a nightmare, which was at least once a night, all my dreams were nightmares by then, and she would lick my face to wake me up, at the very start of them.... She always knew when I was upset during the day, even if she wasn't where i was, she would find me, and lick my face, make me play with her, until I was happy again. She could also tell when I was having flashbacks, and for that she had a different strategy, she would bark 3 times, and it was enough to snap me back to the present.
She was what they would now call a companion dog, I can see why they are so good or vital for people with depression and anxiety to have. I have never had a dog since Cindy, but one day I will.
We lived on that farm for almost a year.
My parents sold the house in Flaxmere, and brought a shop that was beside the picture theater in Paeroa. So we moved again.
Paeroa '75-'79 It was a coffee shop, bakery, and we opened for the theater crowds. We lived there for the longest time in my life, from when I was 12, until I was almost 15.
I had to leave Tania the horse behind, when we moved to town, Dad kept promising me he would be grazing for Tania for about six months, then the promises stopped, and I wasn't allowed to mention her. I found out about a year later, he had sold her.
Remember I said I had taught her to work with stock, and she was very good at twisting and turning quickly, well, he sold her as a polo pony, and she went to live somewhere in Bali, I never heard, but I hope she had a good life she would have been about 4 or 5 years old, so she had a lot of years left in her.
I was able to take Cindy the puppy. and she lived with us at the shop.
In the bakery part of the shop, Dad used to bake the pies for the shop, and i was very quickly a pie cook, the big oven used to cook 9 dozen pies at a time, when the rugby games were on at the domain behind the shop, we had a pie booth over there, it was nothing for use to bake 10 oven loads of pies for a big game.
One time Dad and Mother were fighting again, and day left, that was nothing unusual, he was always coming and going for weeks at a time, anyway they had massive fight one night before a big game, I cooked all the mince, steak and kidney, and apples for the 90 dozen pies that were going to be cooked during that night...
When used to also make the pastry for the pies in those days, so I made loads and loads of pastry, flaky for the tops of the pies, short pastry for the bottoms of the pies.
They were still fighting, so I started making the pies, mostly because I needed the pots to cook the next lots of filling. But also because I wanted to help and surprise them....
Eventually I saw Dad leaving again, with his clothes, Mother came down after a while, and told me to just finish up that overload, she was tired and going to bed. I decided to carry on baking, when each oven load when in, I would be rolling out the flaky pastry, it needed time to rest before it was used. So the bench I rolled the pastry was also the bench where the trays of pies where put to cool done, so I could remove them from their single tins, and prepare the next lot to go in the ovens, it was full on work. But at 12, I handled it very well...
Oh and I was running big flat boxes of of cooled down pies over to the rugby ground as well, because we were running out of space to store that many.
Three loads from finishing the pies, I realized I had made too much pastry, I knew mother would be angry, because we used butter in them, which was expensive, and we didn't have a fridge big enough to store the pastry...
Mother showed up, just as I was putting the last load in the oven, and I was right she was furious, one that there were dirty pots, and two that there was so much pastry left over, probably enough for another 2 oven-loads of pies. I got yelled at and finally thrashed for wasting money, bigger problem was, the pies were still in the oven while this was happening, so they burnt.... so I got another hiding for that....then she stormed off back upstairs to the house.
There was enough meat left to make more pies, so a started cooking the meat, and used up all the pastry, and finished the job. Then I went upstairs quietly and went to bed for 3 hours. Next morning, I got in trouble again for not cleaning up properly, but I had to get over to the rugby ground, and set up the shop over there, so I was out of her way.
I spent the whole day selling pies and fizzy drinks and milkshakes. cleaned up over there, added all the money up ready for banking on Monday. At about 3pm, I went home to bed. Mother never did thank me for that, although years later i did hear her telling a friend how she had taught me to cook so well, I cooked all those pies by myself, she never mentioned the beatings, the friend said I bet you were proud of Lynn, which my Mother agreed that she was very proud of me... Funny, I felt good about that whole thing after that just thinking she maybe didn't hate me so much as I thought, even for that short while.
Cindy the puppy, was still my companion, but my eldest brother came to live with us, and started taking a lot of notice of her, so she started being very friendly with him, how that upset me....
I went to Paeroa Central School, I was a mild mannered, polite kid at school, and usually wouldn't say Boo to a goose, I knew my place, ri be seen and not heard.. I was also known as a dummy, I didn't find out until about 30 years later, I was just duslexic, but in those days I "knew" I was dumb. I only had one dress to wear, for both working in the shop, and going to school, it was a smock, so it washed easily, and dried overnight. How I got teased for wearing that same dress to school day after day.
The first class i was in, had a student teacher, and after a couple of weeks, he was always calling me a different name, Lynnette Bison, or something like that, he told the class that I reminded him of another fat girl he taught with that name, she was Intellectually Handicapped, the name they gave to people with Downs Syndrome in those day....
Hells teeth, as if being overweight, and wearing the same dress all the time wasn't enough reason to tease me, now the kids had this. Everyone started calling me the name, and pretending to be an idiot, by doing their impressions of someone with that condition whenever I saw them, they taunted me for weeks.
One day this teacher was taking class, and I was talking when I was supposed to be quite, so he told me in a big loud voice, Lynnette Bison, turn you hearing aid on, and listen and shut up. That was it, I turned around, and told him to "Get Fucked You Asshole" I was marched off by the scruff of my neck to the principals office.
The student teacher told the principal what I had said, and I was left to stew in my own juice, waiting to see the principal... it seemed like hours i waited. My parents were called, but they didn't bother to come down, Mother just said she would deal with me when I got home.
I finally went in, and the principal was really nice. He said, Lynn, you are a lovely kid, what on earth made you say this. I burst into tears, and told him the whole story, he listened patiently writing down stuff now and again. Then he told me to got to sit in the staff room for the rest of the day. Which while good, left me to think about going home. The only problem was the principal never contacted my Mother to let her know what had happened.
I'm sure by now, you can guess what happened when I got home, I had brusies on my legs the next morning, when I went to school, I went to class, with my head hung, and sat at the back of the class.
After about ten minutes the principal came into the room, made me stand up in front of the class, then turned to the teacher, and told him, I believe you have something to say to Lynn. I was so embarrassed, and I could see all the kids were looking at me with glee, thinking I was going to get into trouble again. The teacher cleared his throat, and apologised to me, honest you could have heard a pin drop, and the looks on the kids faces was priceless. I'm chuckling while writing about it. The teacher went on to tell the class, they were not allowed to tease me about his calling me Lynnette Bison, or saying I was intellectually handicapped any more. They still teased me about being fat, and wearing that same dress, but I was used of that. :)
Cindy came on heat, and was tied upstairs on a chain in an attempt to stop her getting in pup.
I started piano lessons around then, I wasn't any better at reading music than I was at reading books aloud in class, but it got me away from the home one afternoon a week, so I kept at it. One day my oldest brother came to pick me up from music.... something that never happened.. on the way home in the car, he told me Cindy had broken her chain, run down stairs happy to be free, and fallen between the steps, her chain caught, and she had hung herself. That was a pretty bad time for me, and I have never owned a dog since, I'm bad luck to animals... I would really like another small dog now, but the realty is, I'm not able enough to take it for a regular run, or bend down to pick it up, so I guess a pet is out of the question.
I ended up having that principal as a teacher the next year, and what an awesome teacher he was to me. My birthday is in March, near the beginning of the school year, so I was the first in the class to become a teenager. He had me stand up, and made a big deal about how I was the first in the class to be grown up, and went on and on about Me being a teenager, I was so embarrassed, but also very proud.
He was also the teacher, that taught me the most helpful thing I ever learned at school, not knowing I was dyslexic, but knowing I was still struggling with with my times tables, he told me to stop trying to learn them, and learn instead to add together all the single digit numbers with each other, so I could add them without counting on my fingers. I worked so hard on that, and within a month or so, I asked him to test me, one day after school, and sure enough I could add all numbers better 1 and 9 to any other number in that range. It has been a great skill over the years...
I feel in love with that teacher, his name was Roger McClay, I adored him, he would come into the shop sometimes, to talk to Dad about business, and I would sit out the back, looking at him with big loving eyes. He's on of the very few teachers, whose name I remembered, and I still have a soft spot for him, when I think of him.
At the end of that year, I was most upset that I was leaving that school, to go to the local high school...
Nothing much I remember happened at highschool, I remember you could always tell if I had a male or female teacher, For Male teachers I would always get a glowing report card, and for female teaches, I was lazy, could try harder.
I had a particularly nasty English Teacher in the 4th form, I forget her name, but can still see her scowling at me.
As I said before, my birthday was at the beginning of the school year, and I left school soon after I turned 15. We left the shop a little before then.
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I had to leave Tania the horse behind, when we moved to town, Dad kept promising me he would be grazing for Tania for about six months, then the promises stopped, and I wasn't allowed to mention her. I found out about a year later, he had sold her.
Remember I said I had taught her to work with stock, and she was very good at twisting and turning quickly, well, he sold her as a polo pony, and she went to live somewhere in Bali, I never heard, but I hope she had a good life she would have been about 4 or 5 years old, so she had a lot of years left in her.
I was able to take Cindy the puppy. and she lived with us at the shop.
In the bakery part of the shop, Dad used to bake the pies for the shop, and i was very quickly a pie cook, the big oven used to cook 9 dozen pies at a time, when the rugby games were on at the domain behind the shop, we had a pie booth over there, it was nothing for use to bake 10 oven loads of pies for a big game.
One time Dad and Mother were fighting again, and day left, that was nothing unusual, he was always coming and going for weeks at a time, anyway they had massive fight one night before a big game, I cooked all the mince, steak and kidney, and apples for the 90 dozen pies that were going to be cooked during that night...
When used to also make the pastry for the pies in those days, so I made loads and loads of pastry, flaky for the tops of the pies, short pastry for the bottoms of the pies.
They were still fighting, so I started making the pies, mostly because I needed the pots to cook the next lots of filling. But also because I wanted to help and surprise them....
Eventually I saw Dad leaving again, with his clothes, Mother came down after a while, and told me to just finish up that overload, she was tired and going to bed. I decided to carry on baking, when each oven load when in, I would be rolling out the flaky pastry, it needed time to rest before it was used. So the bench I rolled the pastry was also the bench where the trays of pies where put to cool done, so I could remove them from their single tins, and prepare the next lot to go in the ovens, it was full on work. But at 12, I handled it very well...
Oh and I was running big flat boxes of of cooled down pies over to the rugby ground as well, because we were running out of space to store that many.
Three loads from finishing the pies, I realized I had made too much pastry, I knew mother would be angry, because we used butter in them, which was expensive, and we didn't have a fridge big enough to store the pastry...
Mother showed up, just as I was putting the last load in the oven, and I was right she was furious, one that there were dirty pots, and two that there was so much pastry left over, probably enough for another 2 oven-loads of pies. I got yelled at and finally thrashed for wasting money, bigger problem was, the pies were still in the oven while this was happening, so they burnt.... so I got another hiding for that....then she stormed off back upstairs to the house.
There was enough meat left to make more pies, so a started cooking the meat, and used up all the pastry, and finished the job. Then I went upstairs quietly and went to bed for 3 hours. Next morning, I got in trouble again for not cleaning up properly, but I had to get over to the rugby ground, and set up the shop over there, so I was out of her way.
I spent the whole day selling pies and fizzy drinks and milkshakes. cleaned up over there, added all the money up ready for banking on Monday. At about 3pm, I went home to bed. Mother never did thank me for that, although years later i did hear her telling a friend how she had taught me to cook so well, I cooked all those pies by myself, she never mentioned the beatings, the friend said I bet you were proud of Lynn, which my Mother agreed that she was very proud of me... Funny, I felt good about that whole thing after that just thinking she maybe didn't hate me so much as I thought, even for that short while.
Cindy the puppy, was still my companion, but my eldest brother came to live with us, and started taking a lot of notice of her, so she started being very friendly with him, how that upset me....
I went to Paeroa Central School, I was a mild mannered, polite kid at school, and usually wouldn't say Boo to a goose, I knew my place, ri be seen and not heard.. I was also known as a dummy, I didn't find out until about 30 years later, I was just duslexic, but in those days I "knew" I was dumb. I only had one dress to wear, for both working in the shop, and going to school, it was a smock, so it washed easily, and dried overnight. How I got teased for wearing that same dress to school day after day.
The first class i was in, had a student teacher, and after a couple of weeks, he was always calling me a different name, Lynnette Bison, or something like that, he told the class that I reminded him of another fat girl he taught with that name, she was Intellectually Handicapped, the name they gave to people with Downs Syndrome in those day....
Hells teeth, as if being overweight, and wearing the same dress all the time wasn't enough reason to tease me, now the kids had this. Everyone started calling me the name, and pretending to be an idiot, by doing their impressions of someone with that condition whenever I saw them, they taunted me for weeks.
One day this teacher was taking class, and I was talking when I was supposed to be quite, so he told me in a big loud voice, Lynnette Bison, turn you hearing aid on, and listen and shut up. That was it, I turned around, and told him to "Get Fucked You Asshole" I was marched off by the scruff of my neck to the principals office.
The student teacher told the principal what I had said, and I was left to stew in my own juice, waiting to see the principal... it seemed like hours i waited. My parents were called, but they didn't bother to come down, Mother just said she would deal with me when I got home.
I finally went in, and the principal was really nice. He said, Lynn, you are a lovely kid, what on earth made you say this. I burst into tears, and told him the whole story, he listened patiently writing down stuff now and again. Then he told me to got to sit in the staff room for the rest of the day. Which while good, left me to think about going home. The only problem was the principal never contacted my Mother to let her know what had happened.
I'm sure by now, you can guess what happened when I got home, I had brusies on my legs the next morning, when I went to school, I went to class, with my head hung, and sat at the back of the class.
After about ten minutes the principal came into the room, made me stand up in front of the class, then turned to the teacher, and told him, I believe you have something to say to Lynn. I was so embarrassed, and I could see all the kids were looking at me with glee, thinking I was going to get into trouble again. The teacher cleared his throat, and apologised to me, honest you could have heard a pin drop, and the looks on the kids faces was priceless. I'm chuckling while writing about it. The teacher went on to tell the class, they were not allowed to tease me about his calling me Lynnette Bison, or saying I was intellectually handicapped any more. They still teased me about being fat, and wearing that same dress, but I was used of that. :)
Cindy came on heat, and was tied upstairs on a chain in an attempt to stop her getting in pup.
I started piano lessons around then, I wasn't any better at reading music than I was at reading books aloud in class, but it got me away from the home one afternoon a week, so I kept at it. One day my oldest brother came to pick me up from music.... something that never happened.. on the way home in the car, he told me Cindy had broken her chain, run down stairs happy to be free, and fallen between the steps, her chain caught, and she had hung herself. That was a pretty bad time for me, and I have never owned a dog since, I'm bad luck to animals... I would really like another small dog now, but the realty is, I'm not able enough to take it for a regular run, or bend down to pick it up, so I guess a pet is out of the question.
I ended up having that principal as a teacher the next year, and what an awesome teacher he was to me. My birthday is in March, near the beginning of the school year, so I was the first in the class to become a teenager. He had me stand up, and made a big deal about how I was the first in the class to be grown up, and went on and on about Me being a teenager, I was so embarrassed, but also very proud.
He was also the teacher, that taught me the most helpful thing I ever learned at school, not knowing I was dyslexic, but knowing I was still struggling with with my times tables, he told me to stop trying to learn them, and learn instead to add together all the single digit numbers with each other, so I could add them without counting on my fingers. I worked so hard on that, and within a month or so, I asked him to test me, one day after school, and sure enough I could add all numbers better 1 and 9 to any other number in that range. It has been a great skill over the years...
I feel in love with that teacher, his name was Roger McClay, I adored him, he would come into the shop sometimes, to talk to Dad about business, and I would sit out the back, looking at him with big loving eyes. He's on of the very few teachers, whose name I remembered, and I still have a soft spot for him, when I think of him.
At the end of that year, I was most upset that I was leaving that school, to go to the local high school...
Nothing much I remember happened at highschool, I remember you could always tell if I had a male or female teacher, For Male teachers I would always get a glowing report card, and for female teaches, I was lazy, could try harder.
I had a particularly nasty English Teacher in the 4th form, I forget her name, but can still see her scowling at me.
As I said before, my birthday was at the beginning of the school year, and I left school soon after I turned 15. We left the shop a little before then.
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- Places I have lived part 2
- Places I have lived part 1
Thursday 30 October 2014
Places I have lived part 2
From the shop at Paeroa, we moved to Hikutaia.
Hikutaia... Hikutaia was about half way between Paeroa and Thames on the main road, it was just a pub on one Corner and a country shop on the other, we lived up the road between them, just renting a farm house, off a bee keeper that lived up there.
My father started working as a porter or night security at the Thames hospital while we lived there. Something pretty bad looking back happened there, I'm lucky.. well I'll tell you the story, and you decide.
This was one of the first places we were allowed to watch TV, and I had gotten to love the TV show, The Family, An American Show, about a happy family, where the hugged each other, and no-one got beaten, and the young sister actually liked her older brother.
It was just about to start one Sunday night, and my father come in and wanted to watch Country Calendar, I had a yelling fit about it, but he won, so I didn't get to see it that night.... I was furious, he went off to work at 10 pm, and I decided i was going to kill him. A slight over reaction...
I slept in the lounge, which looked out over the the driveway where he would walk when he came home from work, just after 6 am. I went on got the .22 rifle, loaded it, and aimed it out the window, practicing aiming where he would walk. All night I fumed and hated, and thought about things he had done over the years to annoy me, and I was still awake when he got home, I aimed the gun, got him in my sights, and pulled the trigger... and for fuck sakes the the safety catch was on.
Thinking back, its a wonder I didn't explode with rage. But the moment I had planned had passed, he was out of sight around the back of the house, so I pulled the gun inside, laid it down between the bed and the wall, and eventually went to sleep... next morning I got up and went to work, or school... next afternoon, I got home first and put the gun away. As far as I know, no-one ever knew about that....
A month or so later, mother and Dad had a huge fight, and Dad left home for the last time. I had started work by then, and don't remember seeing much of him for years. Next time I think, was when my beloved younger brother was about to go to prison, for a long lag, I'll remember when I get that far with the story.
My first job, was working in a shoe factory in Paeroa, only two things I remember about that job, was my weeks wages were $42.80, and about the second week I was there, Elvis Presley died... the boss loved him, and was crying for days.
I worked there for 3 or 4 months, then found a job working on a Pig Farm, up near Helensville, Mother drove me up there for the interview and I stayed. I was only there for a week, which I loved, then the boss said I either started having sex with him, or I was fired. The last thing I wanted to do was go home, so I went back to the house, they went out that night, so I got drunk and went into their medicine cabinet, got out all the pills that sounded like they were not for stomach upsets, or boring stuff, and swallowed all I thought sounded serious one.... they must have been serious ones, because I darn near did it that first time, and the doctor reckons I must have had previous experience... not likely, I just used my brain, something that was for constipation or upset stomach weren't going to be much help were they... Mother arrived the next day, and took me back to her house.... I found another job a couple of weeks later, on a dairy farm in Reparoa, down between Taupo and Rotorua, a 30 a side herringbone shed, and about 350 cows.... I was there 2 weeks before the new boss put the same hard word on Me as the pig farmer, I wasn't going to leave again, and another overdose was out of the question, so I just let it happen. I worked there for 3 or so months, was very good friends with the wife, and the oldest daughter, and a shag on the side, at least daily, to the boss. Buy the time I left there, mother had moved again to Netherton, the other side of Paeroa.
Netherton, I don't remember much from there, mother was house keeping for the houseowner, he was a home kill butcher, he was a dirty old man as well, but he didn't touch me.
I got drunk for the first time there, totaled me wee self I did.
I learned to pack meet there, and how to make corned beef and bacon, that's all I remember.
Hamilton/ Fairfield was the next place Mother moved, and I went with her. She moved quite close to my grand parants, her parents, and used to spend a lot of time helping them out, Pop was blind by then, and she used to do housework for them, and cook a lunch for them on days when meal on wheels didn't deliver.
Owen was still around, and going to school then, he was always popular, so I started to get to know his friends, a girl he was having sex with was Judy, and we became friends, that friendship lasted about 35 years in all... we'd lose contact as our lives went separate ways, but I would always find her again, and we'd pick up were we left off. I can't say much about what she and I got upto, without incriminating her, we were pretty wild without our parents knowing about it.
I went to stay with the Reparoa boss for a school holidays, they moved up to South Auckland by them, he was back with his wife, but had sex with me once, which ended up in a pregnancy. I still wasn't 16 yet,
We moved house again, while I was away, to another part of Hamilton, Five Cross Roads in Claudlands.
Hamilton/Claudlands I went to stay with family friend on a dairy farm just out of town, while there i was drenching the cows for bloat, and one of the cows with a short stubby horn, swung her head around, and the horn, caught me under the eye, giving me a very impressive black eye. I went to the doctor wondering if I was pregnant, I was, the doctor asked me about the black eye, and he didn't believe me, which was good in a way, because when I asked for an abortion, he got right on it, and had be in hospital within a few days, writing on the form I was in an abusive relationship.
I had the abortion, without saying anything to mother, but was away from home for a couple of days in Hospital, and the social worker, talked me into telling mother when I went home. I'm pretty sure that was the last time she beat me, I didn't cry, just stood there while she laid into me. Then asked her if she was finished, and went into my room and cried in there alone.
My eldest brother got into drugs by now, he was living in Tauranga, and he took the .22 rifle, and held up the bottle store at the Te Puna pub, he got a sentence of about 3 years... secretly, I was a happy camper about that... couldn't have happened to a more deserving asshole...
Otorohanga. I just remembered I did see dad again, he got a job at the piggery, by were we first lived in the Waikato, Owen had left school by then, and we went over there to work, and so did I.... hell, pigs show up in my life alot, it must have been something about drinking off that sow, back when I was 3.
Dad was working with the wearers and baconers, my brother Owen used to make the food for the they had over 500 sows by then, so there weren't many nights one wasn't giving birth. Sleeping with a sow like in the photo was pretty common they like some company when they are giving birth,
whole piggery, it was the biggest piggery in the Southern hemisphere by then, and was very impressive. I still liked the farrowing unit the best, and started doing the odd night shift when I sow was due to farrow,
Often 5 or 6 were popping out pork sausages as I used to call them.
Sometimes i would help Owen with the food, milk tanker loads of whey were delivered each day, thinking about it now,
Owen had a pretty responsible job for a 15 or 16 year old. If he fouled up, he could have killed all the pigs, or made them all very sick at the least.
Anyway, like I said, the whey would come in, he would add sackfuls of nutrients into this massive vat, with the whey, sackfuls of crushed grains, then whatever else was around, I remember once we had a truck and tailor full of 20kg blocks of cheese. I forget what was wrong with then a few had broken bags and had gone moldy, buy I know everyone in the piggery took home a big block to eat.
Owen and I would have big machetes, and cut the plastic wrap off the blocks, cut them into 4 or so pieces, and throw them into this great big old cheese grater. it would do a big wheelbarrow full at a time. We'd tip the grated cheese in with the whey and turn the stirrer on.
Another time there were pellets and pellets of cans of evaporated milk, Owen devised a way of poking holes they the tins, while hold the pellet over the vat, so the milk spilled into the vat.
Owen would make the food, and leave it stirring, then the food would be sucked up into a high pressure hose line, they people in different parts of the piggery would feed their pigs.
Hamilton, back to Hamilton, and I started working at horticultural research station, on the Ohaupo, it was a neat job, we got picked up in the morning, and taken to work in a van, which was right over the other side of Hamilton. The trips to and from work, were as entertaining as work at times. I worked in the blueberry testing area, that was were American blueberry cuttings were brought into the cuttings and grown, then those mother plants propagated, and other hard and soft wood cuttings taken, and grown.
The Second generation of plants grown, was planted out on research stations with different soil types, South of Auckland, throughout the Waikato and Bay of Plenty, basically between Taupo and South Auckland. The different cultivars were grown, and crops closely monitored over about 5 years I knew of, just to find the best growing soil for each species. That's where I came on the scene, the studies had almost finished, and now they were propagating cuttings for the first sales to farmers, in that same area as the plants grew.
So I started caring for the hardwood cuttings, and taking and growing the softwood cuttings, by the THOUSANDS.... then as they rooted, potting them up into larger bags.... So I'm the Nanny of the original blueberries sold in New Zealand.
Some people don't like boring jobs, the same thing day after day, but I truly think that's their problem, a job is what you make it, I found it interesting to see how they grew, and even if i was just potting, seeing how quick I could pot them up, there was a clock right in front of me, so I could time myself in seconds once I got that fast, how long to remove plants from original pot, and get them into the next side pot, then when I got to quick at that, how fast I could do a tray of them, then how quick I could use 1 whole mix of potting mix. How many plants at one size could be done with that one load of potting me.
Then because I was going so fast, I got ahead of the workload, so the old woman who was our boss, got me to help cultivate the different Bamboo she had there, and cross pollinate camellias, rhododendrons, azaleas she had growing there. Very interesting work. I worked there for about 9 months, maybe a year. I can't remember why I left, I think mother might have thrown me out of home.
Himatangi Near Hamilton: So I started getting jobs where I could live in, dairy farms, and housekeeping and childminding for farmers wives generally. One of the first jobs was a woman with two single births toddlers, and twins about 11 months old. I was supposed to help her with the twins at feeding time, and other than that look after the rest of the house, and cook for the husband, grandfarther and farm labourers.
The twins girls were very cute, but seemed to me to be stunted in their development. They should have been sitting, standing and crawling, almost walking by then, and should be well on there way would verbalizing, and getting close to saying first words. After a few weeks, I could see what the problem was, they weren't being socialized enough, they would come out of their cots, get bathed and fed, and put back in their cots, until the next feed. They kept each other company, never spent any time on the floor, or their brothers never were allowed to play.
They defiantly had their own twin language, but there mother never spoke to them, just made goo goo noises.
The mother also feed the girls the exact same thing for each meal everyday, for the months I was there.
Farex and Watties Tinned Apples Breakfast, Baby Rice and Watties Tinned Apricots tinned food for Lunch, And cooked mashed Potatoe, Carrot and Silverbeet for dinner. Every day for months.
I looked in their Plunket book once, and saw that was the exact menu the plunket nurse had suggested back when they first started solid foods. They were about 16 months old now, so had had the same food every day for about 8 months, they were picky eaters by then, and not growing much.
I suggested to the mother I make them different vegetables for dinner, Maybe kumara one time instead of potatoes, or add a little bit of meat juice or gravy to the mashed foods, maybe some pumpkin instead of carrot.
She would have none of that, she didn't want them to get allergies she said.
She would have none of that, she didn't want them to get allergies she said.
The twins and other two were left with me one day when they parents went to the airport to pick up visitors, I feed them lunch and dinner.... I shouldn't have done it I guess, but I feed the twins, scrambled eggs for lunch, and different vegetables for dinner, along with some nice gravy I had made for the adults dinner...I also let them feed themselves, they couldn't use a spoon, so I let them use their hands, those poor girls, darn near chewed the their hands off, they were so hungry for different food.
The mother never found out, and after that she left me with the kids a lot more often, and I would give them different things to taste, I didn't know about food allergies in those days, but they never had any reactions to anything.
I have often wondered how those girls grew up after I left, they would be mid 30's now.
Putaruru: Another job I had housekeeping, was for a solo Dad in Putaruru, he had an son about 8 or so. When I visited the house for an interview, was the first time I had experienced Deja Vu. I didn't feel anything driving upto the house, but there had been a recent addition to half of the front of the house.
But when we went into the front door, and looked down the long hallways, I felt very strongly, I knew that house as a little girl, as the grandmother showed me each room, I knew the shape of the room, where windows and wardrobes would be before she opened each door. It was spooky in one way, but nice in another way. When we got to the back of the house, looking at the back garden through the kitchen window, again, I knew the old tree's out there, they were much bigger, but a couple of the old oak trees were very old, and even had the marks on the bark of branches, showing the damage done from old swings, exactly were the swings I remembered where. UNtil I saw those tree's I had convinced myself, the house was just built to the same plan, but down Southern Hawkes Bay somewhere....
I enjoyed that job very much. It was a big old house, but I found it easy to keep clean and tidy. The Father and Son and the male boarder, had lived alone for quite a long time, so having someone to cook good old fashioned healthy meals was a real treat, and they were always complimenting my cooking skills.
I was there several months, and joined the local theater group, and worked in the wardrobe part, changing costumes, adding accessories, and and tailoring them to fit, whoever was wearing them. They were a great bunch of people, always laughing and having a good time, and of course being overly dramatic in any conversation they had.
They were working on a production, I think it was called vaudeville, mainly singing and dancing, two songs I still remember where, "I've go a lovely bunch of coconuts" and I'll have to go to google, and see if can guess the word I want in the other title. Wait right here. I'll be back soon hopefully, maybe you could go grab a drink, or have a toilet break while you are wait....
Oh that was quick only just over a minute, I guess if you took a break, I have to wait for you to bet back now.... do do do da de da da.... ;)
Ok, google got it in the first try, I searched for... Old vaudville Song title, "the biggest aspadestra in the world" and straight away it worked it out....
Old vaudeville Song title, the biggest aspidistra in the world"
Google is such a helpful program or page for people that don't spell too well, I just love it...
Anyway, those where the two songs I still remember, I used to know all the words back then. Once the costumes were all altered and looking perfect, my job with the company changed to dresser, and helping with costume changes.... As I said, it was so much fun being around those people, they would drink loads of wine, before, during and after each rehearsal, and of course when the show was actually being played in front of an audience most of them were... pretty bloody tipsy, to put it nicely by half time.
I was about 17 or 18 by then, and got my first education of drinking nightly while the show was playing....
Funny I hadn't thought of that house, job or that group in years, before I just wrote about it. Good times. In later years when I first had my two children, I often planned to get into the theater again, when my children were older, but it wasn't to be.
A family friend at that job, was a lovely guy with Downs Syndrome, I had never spent any time with someone with that condition before, and had always been a bit scared of them. Actually thinking back, I'm not sure he did have that, I don't remember the facial features of someone with Downs, whatever it didn't matter what he had, in those days he was just called retarded.
Anyway, he was the loveliest guy, like a big child. He would happily help me with anything he could, and had a keen childlike sense of humour, he'd follow me around, and talk to me for hours and hours, he was a lot of fun.
The solo Dad I was working with, had his girlfriend move in, she was lovely too, but I sensed it was time to move on.
I'm a little hazy about where I went to after there, back to Hamilton I think, probably back with mother, until I found a new job. Oh yes, that's right, yes I did go back to Hamilton, I got a job commercial cleaning, first at a squash and sports club, and then a second job cleaning a boys school, up near the Waikato University, St, something or other I believe.
My eldest brother came home on pre-release weekend leave from prison, something not good happened on that weekend home, and knowing he would be home for good again, in a couple of months, and it would all start again, I worked hard at those two jobs, and saved enough money to go to Brisbane, in Queensland, Australia. A week before he was due to come home, I flew out to Aussie.
But when we went into the front door, and looked down the long hallways, I felt very strongly, I knew that house as a little girl, as the grandmother showed me each room, I knew the shape of the room, where windows and wardrobes would be before she opened each door. It was spooky in one way, but nice in another way. When we got to the back of the house, looking at the back garden through the kitchen window, again, I knew the old tree's out there, they were much bigger, but a couple of the old oak trees were very old, and even had the marks on the bark of branches, showing the damage done from old swings, exactly were the swings I remembered where. UNtil I saw those tree's I had convinced myself, the house was just built to the same plan, but down Southern Hawkes Bay somewhere....
I enjoyed that job very much. It was a big old house, but I found it easy to keep clean and tidy. The Father and Son and the male boarder, had lived alone for quite a long time, so having someone to cook good old fashioned healthy meals was a real treat, and they were always complimenting my cooking skills.
I was there several months, and joined the local theater group, and worked in the wardrobe part, changing costumes, adding accessories, and and tailoring them to fit, whoever was wearing them. They were a great bunch of people, always laughing and having a good time, and of course being overly dramatic in any conversation they had.
They were working on a production, I think it was called vaudeville, mainly singing and dancing, two songs I still remember where, "I've go a lovely bunch of coconuts" and I'll have to go to google, and see if can guess the word I want in the other title. Wait right here. I'll be back soon hopefully, maybe you could go grab a drink, or have a toilet break while you are wait....
Oh that was quick only just over a minute, I guess if you took a break, I have to wait for you to bet back now.... do do do da de da da.... ;)
Ok, google got it in the first try, I searched for... Old vaudville Song title, "the biggest aspadestra in the world" and straight away it worked it out....
Old vaudeville Song title, the biggest aspidistra in the world"
Google is such a helpful program or page for people that don't spell too well, I just love it...
Anyway, those where the two songs I still remember, I used to know all the words back then. Once the costumes were all altered and looking perfect, my job with the company changed to dresser, and helping with costume changes.... As I said, it was so much fun being around those people, they would drink loads of wine, before, during and after each rehearsal, and of course when the show was actually being played in front of an audience most of them were... pretty bloody tipsy, to put it nicely by half time.
I was about 17 or 18 by then, and got my first education of drinking nightly while the show was playing....
Funny I hadn't thought of that house, job or that group in years, before I just wrote about it. Good times. In later years when I first had my two children, I often planned to get into the theater again, when my children were older, but it wasn't to be.
A family friend at that job, was a lovely guy with Downs Syndrome, I had never spent any time with someone with that condition before, and had always been a bit scared of them. Actually thinking back, I'm not sure he did have that, I don't remember the facial features of someone with Downs, whatever it didn't matter what he had, in those days he was just called retarded.
Anyway, he was the loveliest guy, like a big child. He would happily help me with anything he could, and had a keen childlike sense of humour, he'd follow me around, and talk to me for hours and hours, he was a lot of fun.
The solo Dad I was working with, had his girlfriend move in, she was lovely too, but I sensed it was time to move on.
I'm a little hazy about where I went to after there, back to Hamilton I think, probably back with mother, until I found a new job. Oh yes, that's right, yes I did go back to Hamilton, I got a job commercial cleaning, first at a squash and sports club, and then a second job cleaning a boys school, up near the Waikato University, St, something or other I believe.
My eldest brother came home on pre-release weekend leave from prison, something not good happened on that weekend home, and knowing he would be home for good again, in a couple of months, and it would all start again, I worked hard at those two jobs, and saved enough money to go to Brisbane, in Queensland, Australia. A week before he was due to come home, I flew out to Aussie.
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