MEMORIES

What a handsome boy Kit is. He's certainly interested in something outside, or perhaps, it is his reflection.  There is so much for him to do each day and tearing up and down trees is great fun.

And these three handsome boys at the Auckland Airport waiting for the call to board.  Karl is off  back to Australia after a couple of weeks spent with us. Craig is standing to his right looking sad knowing it will be a while before he sees his brother again. Pop is proud of his grandsons and has kept us all up to date with his flying.

Both my parents would fly down in a Piper Cherokee right up until Dad was seventyfive. He would bring a stool to ease Mum down from the plane; she was a couple of years his senior and had all the faith in the world in his flying skills.

Here is Mum on another occasion at the airport; once again, seeing Karl off.  At the time, she had broken her wrist after a fall down onto concrete. Karl is raring to go but Craig is looking  a bit sad. Mum and I were chatting on as usual.

Here is a photo taken years ago of my three sons and young brother Ross on the left. Craig, Karl and Nick to his right. With little more than three years between Uncle Ross and Nick, they were more like brothers. Mum was pretty surprised at the unexpected, soon to be arrival;  Dad of course, was crowing with delight. At the time I  had just started work  and tore off to put a pram on layby... it was such exciting news.

I think the most amusing occasion was when my elder brother Graeme and I visited Mum in Campbell Johnston in Hamilton at 6pm, or thereabouts, and I was promptly ordered out by a nurse saying husbands only allowed on evening visits.  With that Graeme, a tall eighteen-year-old of six feet four went on in without batting an eye while I stomped off and caught the bus home. The thing that annoyed me most was that I had worn a new hat and felt pretty grown-up. 😋 So funny!

Another photo was taken so long ago of Nick setting off for school. He was eight and very proud of his new bike.

Okay... enough reminiscing! Can't a cat have five minutes peace? All that muttering and worst of all... cursing that darned computer!