4th May 2013
I plumped myself into the car at 7.30 in the morning. Not a good
time for me, I don't do mornings at all. But this was different; we had a
long drive down to Raetihi for Angel's 50-birthday party. So yesterday, I made
salads, packed them carefully so they would stay fresh. Rinka saw me
cooking all day and apparently, that was so unusual he remarked on it and asked
why. I explained that we take a koha along to family events like this.
Koha is a contribution in whatever form the person can give it. So salads and
wine was our koha.
We made good time
in the Jag on a lovely day. We enjoy our drives, Ed and I, he likes the drive
itself throwing the Jag around corners and accelerating to overtake anyone he
can. Whilst I do not particularly enjoy this,
he is quite careful and usually safe so I don’t object. I love being whisked along the countryside,
the changing landscapes and colours are so beautiful. This time the autumn
colours, particularly of the swamp cypress, looked to almost be aflame.
We stopped at the matahuri Dam and found these toadstools. I don’t
think I have seen such large brightly coloured toadstools.
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"One side makes you smaller, the other side makes
you taller" I wonder what happened to whatever
took a slice of that toadstool
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A panorama of the Dam |
The dam looked stunning in the wintry sunshine and I consoled myself that the area ruined by the dam and buildings were a necessary evil for the power it produced. It is a comparatively small area and not giving ongoing pollution so I guess it’s OK although it is a blot on the green gorge where it sits.
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Ed saw Smash Palace from the road
and we had to go take a look. I
think Ed wanted to spend more
time there but we were nearly
at Raetihi and I was tired
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Stephanie and Ed |
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Shanaia (don't know how to spell it) |
We found Angel and the whanau well and frantic and we soon had drinks in hand and meeting uncles and Aunties from Christchurch, Angel's friends, and catching up on the growth of the kids. We mistook George for Thomas so were amazed when we later saw Thomas all grown up. George must get that a lot cos he didn’t correct us.
We stayed with an old friend who was one of my bridesmaids. I hadn’t seen them since they moved to Raetihi around 1984! It is always reassuring to meet old friends and get on so well with them as though it were only yesterday we were at Teachers college and being real rebels.
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Uncle Ruru from Christchurch and Peter a
Local and who knows Lynne
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Angel talking to Ricks sister |
The party was great with Maori Korero, Mihimihi and all protocol. Each person had to earn a piece of cake by performing in some way, a waiata, speech or whatever. We kicked ourselves for not practising anything and in the end; Ed got his sax while Jenni and I clicked ineffectually and spasmodically on the spoons. It must have been so horrible it was amusing and we did earn our bit of cake.
We were tired from the early start and the 5 hour trip so went back early and crashed falling asleep to the whizzing and banging of the fireworks that Adriaan brought down floating into our room amid the soft patter of rain.
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Adriaan carving with Peter |
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Adriaan carving and Uncle Ruru in foreground |
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Crystal at end of the table |

Left to right, Jeremiah, George
(angel's kids) dont know others
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Uncle Ruru gives a mihi |

Johaan was master of ceremonies
A breakfast of post and watercress was a bit hard on the stomach
but the company was great if a little subdued.
I do love these family get togethers – I have known this family
for many years now and really feel a part of it. I enjoy the cuddles and feeling
of welcome and warmth. I realised this weekend that I really am a loved part of
the family, as I love them back.