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Community Comment
I was born a few years ago in Apia Hospital, Western Samoa and I imagine I spent the first 18 months of my life rolling around in the sun and Frangipani enjoying the idyllic island lifestyle. Unfortunately for me my parent’s 7 year stint of teaching in Samoa came to an end. I guess I should be grateful I was born at all as I arrived 12 years after the last one, but I shall always think of how lucky my brother and two sisters were to be able to spend their primary years there and later their school holidays while all I have are photo memories.
We returned to New Zealand and lived at Matawai between Opotiki and Gisborne for 3 years before we were on the move again to Haumoana School where I spent all of my primary years to be followed by secondary schooling at Karamu. This was followed by three years at Palmerston North Teachers College as it was called then and my first years posting was at Warkworth, north of Auckland
We were guaranteed a job in those days. I liked mine so much I won the following 2 year position. Warkworth and the surrounding bays and beaches would have to be one of my most favourite places.
Being virtually an only child I had plenty of solo time to fill in and one of my methods was writing letters to my pen pals. At one stage I must have had 20! By the time I was teaching I was down to one, in Canada. Kerry had visited New Zealand in my first year teaching and I was saving furiously to make a reciprocal visit by the time I finished my 3 year teaching bond. A few months of market garden work helped the finances although I went off gherkins for several years.
I was finally off on the Big Overseas Trip. Arrived in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan in May and spent Three months of summer travelling from coast to coast. A real eye opener was the distances and travelling for 3 days in a train. Being poor we did the hard way, sleeping the two nights in our seats. The other big difference was the amount of animal wildlife ie. foxes, skunks, mountain goats, elk, etc. along the sides of roads and of course the uneasiness when during an enjoyable walk in the bush you suddenly remember about bears around the comer and decide its high time to back track.
Holidays came to an end and so too did the money and it was time to work.
I ended up with two jobs, one during the day in a fur shop and the other a mad dash down the block to cook in a restaurant.
Fur shops in Canada don’t just sell fur coats they repair them, alter, remodel and store them over the hot summer months in a deep cool cellar underground. My job was a gopher (or gofer). I had the task of packaging up all the coats that were requested by their owners at the first sign of a cold snap and delivering them all over town. It was a great way to get to know the area but certainly had its difficulties when the snow really did hit and I hadn’t adjusted my driving style. My guardian angel looked after me several times as I cruised through intersections with the foot flat on the brake.
The other job was pretty cruisy too. All I had to do was make lots of crepes, dish them up with pre made fillings, throw together a salad and dish up slices of tempting baked cheesecake or rich chocolate torte. The exception was the Lobster Thermidore crepe. There were a few customers who must have wondered where their dinner was as I threw yet another lumpy sauce down the drain and had another go (must have done some things right as they kept me on at both jobs long enough to save my fare to England
I travelled by Greyhound from Saskatoon to New York, another eye-opener and once again that guardian angel was there because those bus stations can be very freaky in the early hours of the morning. I was paranoid about New York. “Don’t look anyone in the eye.”
“Wrap your handbag around your arm”. “’Wear a money belt” etc, that my only sightseeing was craning my neck out the window of a yellow taxi as it sped from the Bus Station to the Airport. I flew Lakker [Laker] Airways because I heard how cheap they were when I was in New Zealand. By the time got to New York every other airline had dropped their price too. No surprise then that the morning after my arrival in London the ‘hot’ news was the collapse of Lakker [Laker] Airways – planes were virtually turned back mid air.
Guardian Angel … thank you
I spent a few weeks in Britain sightseeing before a mad 3 week Eurail pass to get around the Mediterranean. The 3 weeks were considerably shortened when lack of language meant I got on the wrong carriage at Rome and ended up in Reggio-De Calabria (Mafia country) instead of Brindisi and right at the start of the holiday break. Nobody spoke English and with my fair hair I stood out like the proverbial sore thumb. However I found that with persistent males, swear words, spoken with enough force, sound the same in any language.
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