I came to N.Z as teacher in August 1962 from the U.K.
I trained at Te Awamutu College under the auspices of Auckland University.
Three plane loads of teachers came out on old DC6 planes and each plane suffered damages en route.
Our plane lost an engine during the flight over Greenland and we had an emergency landing in Newfoundland.
We were there about ten days, stationed on an American airforce base, whilst a new engine was brought out to us from N.Z.
When we arrived in Auckland, we were sent to various training schools.
It was a great shock to the teachers to end up in tiny towns where there was little in the way of entertainment. I went to Te Awamutu. Pubs closed very early in those days and no one we knew had T.V.To make things worse, it began to rain and it went on for six weeks! I was freezing cold the whole time.
We shared a house with two N.Z girls and paid a ridiculously low rent of about £1 per week.
The sun soon began to shine and my friend and fellow teacher began to enjoy ourselves.
People took us on visits to local beauty spots and I shall never forget the wonders of visiting the glow worm caves at Waitomo.
Years later, I met up with one of the Aussie guides who worked there, but that is another story.
Veronica ward and I went to live with Morrison family in Te Awamutu. They were lovely and let us help ourselves to asparagus etc from their garden.
A highlight of the time was being invited to spend some time on a farm of the Frost family.The children came to the school. I had a marvelous time and spent a lot of it in the kitchen being taught how to cook.
Another lovely memory is of one child who would ask us each day what colour clothes we would be wearing next day and she would appear with an appropriate flower to set off the ensemble.
Her father ran a nursery.
At weekends we started going over to Tauranga and Mount Maunganui.We admired the surf skills of the young people but found it difficult to surf ourselves.I remember being able to buy fried oysters for a penny each. Also, the Peter Pan icecream was delicious- nicer than any I had ever tasted.
Soon it was the holidays and we hitch-hiked to Rotorua.
One Maori family gave us a lift but warned that we would have to push the car to start it going!One day as we walked along an isolated road, we were sprayed from the air by a crop sprayer. A nice way to say, Hello!
We discovered the amazing sights and smells of the region.
I found a job in Wellington and took a ten hour journey down by train. An amazing sight feast for the eyes.
I didn't know a soul down there and it was a lonely time for a few months until I got to know some friends.
I managed to travel a lot in the South Island and cannot praise its beauty enough.
One memory is walking on the Tasman Glacier and exploring the ice caves there. Hearing the groaning of the ice was amazing.
My grandad came from the Nelson area so that was a place I visited.
I also went to Bulls where he used to be a plumber until he went off to fight in W.W.1.
Sadly, he lost his life and my Grandma returned to live in England, bringing with her, my mother, Alma Richards.
After Grandad died Grace, his wife, went to work on Trickers Farm in Bulls.
I left N.Z and went to Sydney to explore a bit more before returning to the U.K in 1965.
I went back on The Southern Cross and found the journey boring in comparison to the journey out.
My brother, later, settled in Auckland and he spends half his life there and half back in Europe.
I have been back to N.Z. with my husband, David and I really enjoyed showing him your amazing country!
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