The years rolled by and I was nursing training at Waikato Hospital. My young sisters still had our old bikes and somehow they managed to share 2 bikes between the 3 of them! I managed to buy a bike and there seemed only one way to get it home to them and that was to ride it. So, after night duty, I began the 30 mile ride over the Peria Hills and down the other side. These days it is common to do long distance rides but not then. As the hours went by I began to regret my decision, and the pedals seemed to get harder and harder to push. There were of course no gears to help me along! I longed to call in at a farm house and ask if I could phone home, and see if my Uncle would fetch me in his truck, but a good dollop of pride prevented me. Eventually I arrived to great excitement and it all seemed worthwhile. My best gift ever to my young sisters!
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.