We four oldest children were on our first road trip from home to Auckland. Our brother was allowed the car to drive us, and we were spending the night with our relatives in the country. My elder sister was beginning Training College, I was returning to boarding school, but without my sister for the first time. Our younger brother was beginning at boarding school, and our older brother was beginning a new job. We were hugely excited, our mood was high, we loved our relatives and they loved us. As it happened we didn't have time to see one Aunty and Uncle, but we entertained them as we past along their road, with music out the car window, trumpet playing, tooting of the horn, and us singing loudly. And so our carefree, confident, excitement continued, as we farewelled each other to begin our new lives. A few days past then the news came through. There had been an accident, Mum's brother had died and we had not had time to see him. We 4 oldest grew up very quickly that week, and we never forgot how happy we had been driving down that country road that very special night.
Marie: And yet another story!
It seems to be a trait of the elderly to tell stories and often repeat the same stories. As our family has a major Reunion in February 2015 I will tell a family story each day and NOT repeat it for 100 days. I will use christian names from our earlier generations as pseudonyms.