A number of years later my older sister left school to attend Ardmore Training College. She wrote wonderful letters (which were to continue her whole life!) so when she arrived home for the first holidays, we were all looking forward in anticipation to her stories. Oh no? Oh no! She went to sleep and there she stayed sleeping, sleeping, sleeping. I asked Mum what was wrong with Ailsa, was she sick or what? Our wise Mum just replied 'they lead a busy life you know' which left me questioning and thinking, and thinking some more...what's 'busy'? what do they DO! I did get to stay in the live-in accommodation with her one weekend and at the end of the weekend I was totally exhausted, but that was from the fear of being found in someone else's bedroom by security, and the fear of hitch-hiking into Auckland City to the movies for my first time. I can't remember ever going back to experience the fear and exhaustion of that weekend!
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.