We'd been playing pingpong on our dining room table and were becoming expert players with the endless competition within our family. The Rawleigh's man happened to be a NZ table tennis champion and offered to coach us. It so happened that Dad was getting a double garage built to house the car and eventually to have an outer room for the growing boys. So meantime the outside room was turned into a table tennis room to our great delight. Immediately after dinner, we bigger ones would race out to challenge each other, leaving the dishes and other jobs undone. There were the little ones to put to bed, and our homework and piano practise to complete. But, off we'd run until Mum devised a way to get us back inside. She took the light switch for the garage out of the switch-board, leaving us in darkness, so we had no choice but to go back inside! However, It didn't take us long to get the better of her! She would put the switch back in thinking she had enticed us inside and once the light came on we'd continue playing! We took great delight in out-witting our mother! Eventually we reached a compromise and added table tennis practise to our program when all chores had been completed!
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.