We enjoyed a particular housekeeper when Mum was in the hospital with a new baby. This lady also had young children and invited us over to stay when Mum got home. We arrived in TeAroha in the dark and I remembered their front door had a deer painted on it like Christmas frosting. Luckily, this fascinated me and stayed in my mind. The following morning about 6 of us set off to climb TeAroha mountain and being too smart and too bold for our own good, we decided to each set off on different paths. That was all very well while we could call out to each other, but the mountain got more and more silent and scary. It was all too much for me, so I climbed down to the town and began searching for the deer painted on the door. My delight at being the first 'home' turned to anxiety and then fear as the others were obviously missing and it was getting late in the day. Eventually everyone was brought safely home. Another lesson for me to always know what to do in an emergency.
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.