A couple of weeks ago my siblings and I met to remember our Mum and Dad who had both died in the month of May Mum on the 22nd May 5 Years ago and Dad on the 27th May 35 years ago.
My dear dad Guy Walker served his country in the second world war, and often talked of his fun times in Cairo and Italy. He and his friends looked on joining up as a great adventure and this photo of him in his uniform before he left shows some of that.
I don’t think any of us kids realized that he rarely spoke of the bad times and as he was in Egypt and at Cassino in Italy there must of been lots of them. He was a fun Dad liked to get down and play with us kids, had a good sense of humour and liked a social life. He always gardened vegetables and as I was a Daddy’s girl I used to love helping in the garden or with the other jobs he did.We girls had the most years with him as the my brothers were only 13 and 10 when he died very young aged 59 , and left my mum with three grown up daughters and two boys still at home.
My Mum and Dad met after the second world war, she was boarding next door to his family with an aunt. My father was dared by his brothers to go over in his pajamas and dressing gown and say he had heard she needed a man. It was a great joke and he was invited in and sat talking with her and her uncle and aunt of course. here is a picture of them on their first date and then their wedding day the 26 February 1949
It was great to be together as a family and chat about old times and look through old snaps , most of them black and white but moving into colour as the years passed. My Mum lived until she was 86 and never remarried, she often spoke of Dad and the good and not so good times they shared together.
Memories and old photos go together and I do worry that this will be lost in this digital age as so many photos are taken but rarely printed or shared except on social media. Ah well that’s the future What will be will be./ Que sera sera.
Back in February I set off with a cousin on a road trip from Taranaki up to the Waikato, across to the Bay of Plenty, over to Gisborne down to Napier and then home. We had an amazing time. Our first goal was to visit Hobbiton which is the Film set from Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit movies. What an amazing place it was totally worth the entry price and exceeded my expectations. This set was rebuild for the Hobbit movies and this time the Farm owners requested that the Set be built of permanent materials in order for it to become a tourist destination. He worked with Sir Peter Jackson and his studio and it has been a triumph, also an economic success story for the Farm, Matamata and the surrounding area. It employs a large number of locals and draws tourists from around the world. Every detail is carefully crafted the clothes line for example came up to my knees and the clothes were all in proportion.It was a grey drizzly day but as you can see we still got good photos.
From Hobbiton we drove to Tauranga and the following morning we headed over to visit family in Gisborne on the east coast of the North Island. This small city prides itself on being the first city to see the sun. Captain James Cook sailed into the bay in 1769 and as Cook was unable to gain many of the provisions he and his crew needed at the bay he gave it the name Poverty Bay. Now Poverty Bay is one of the more fertile areas of New Zealand and famous for its Chardonnay, fruit, vegetables and avocados, and abundant sunshine although we actually brought the rain from Taranaki with us. We had one fine day travelling over and then it rained. They needed it as it had been very dry but we wanted sun 😦 so not many photos.
After a great time with Family and touring wineries we headed of in the rain to Napier to meet up with my Sisters and Brother in Law for the Napier Art Deco festival. More on that in the next post.
I watched the USA election results unfold and felt sad at the outcome. I know that everyone who voted, voted with their hearts and minds in the way they wanted. But I fear for the moral compass of America now in the hands of people who seem to only consider material things as important and appear to have little regard for women, other races and the rest of the world. The “I” appears more important to them than the good of all.
So for the first time I woke up and decided to paint out my feelings onto canvas.I took an old brightly coloured early attempt and covered it up and let my feelings direct me.This is my tribute to you all, I have left some splashes of colour peaking out as I know they will be there as the silver linings in the dark cloud.
My thoughts are with you all at this turbulent time
Invercargill road trip After a quiet day recovering form our trip to Milford Sound we set of on a round trip to Invercargill capital of the South We stopped on the way to view an old suspension bridge at Clifton then went to visit the Southland Museum and the Bill Richardson Transport World Museum . Both were very good and great to do on a wet miserable day. We saw Tuatara at the Southland Museum and a Burt Munro exhibit then headed to the World transport Museum. This was a great place not only did it have lots of Fords but they also had outstanding wearable art costumes on display and we spent a lot of time there. Lunch in the city and a wee bit of retail therapy before we headed back to Te Anau.