Mum took us all to Karapiro Lake which wasn't far from home. There was a boating regatta on that weekend, which must have been over Labour weekend at the beginning of summer. We were all excited in our own way, the little ones paddling at the edge of the water, and us bigger ones fascinated by the water-boarding and water ski-ing. Oh no, not me, I wasn't the least interested in this dangerous looking sport, but the other big ones took the chance to try the new water sports. Then suddenly everyone was out of the water in horror, as there was a huge explosion and one of the boats burst into flames and burnt right down to the water-line, as there was no fire equipment near the Lake at that stage. We got back to school where we were asked to write an essay on our weekend. We three older ones all wrote about the disaster of the burning boat but all in our own different styles. Mum kept those 3 stories for years to demonstrate how different her eldest children were!
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.