<span 1.3;"="">One Sunday morning Mum told Dad she'd take the kids to church and we'd go visiting and be home later. So we all piled into the car after church and as we left the town we were saying "where are we going Mum?" By the time we'd said the rosary as we always did when travelling in the car, Mum was ready to answer us. "We're going to Rotorua. I wont have you the only children in the school who have never been there.!" Although we had a glorious day and were full of stories to tell Dad on our return home, poor Mum always said that was just the very worst day ever for her. What say she had an accident and killed us all! And, she had told Dad we were visiting friends and relations! She could not get this thought out of her head all day and later said to us that she never ever took us anywhere without Dad knowing from then onwards!
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.