After Mum died one Auntie finally was able to tell me how unfair it was of our mother and our Auntie to send their tribe of kids to Nanas every holidays, all our growing up years! I was so hurt at the time, as it seemed to destroy our very best childhood memories. Then I remembered how wild and unruly we were, and how it was our Aunties and Uncles who cared for us and entertained us as we ran from one house to the other, up and down hills, in and out doors, taking whatever we were offered, then racing off to the next house! No wonder we were often all put in the car and driven all around the district, or to Auckland which was the biggest excitement of all! Nana always said that she wanted the cousins to know each other and we would remain friends for life (correct!) but both her daughters had 10 children, so while she was giving our mother's a break, she was dumping their burden (us!) directly on her close family living next door to her! Thanks Mum! Thanks Nana! AND, so sorry rellies in Pukekawa!
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.