Thirty days hath September, thirty things we remember … (#26 of 30)
Growing up in Te Marua, there were twon ways to make money - diving for golf balls in the river or visiting the Speedway the morning after stock car races. I wasn't allowed to do either, but I can still remember the loot the other kids had and especially the watches and jewellery they brought to school on Mondays.
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Thirty days hath September, thirty things we remember … (#22 of 30)
When I was 16 and living in Te Marua a family friend offered to give me my first driving lesson. She parked her Morris 1100 across the road from the diary, pointing north, and said 'go'. I drove to the bottom of the Rimutaka Hills - it was a bit hairy as the Kaitoke Road was a series of winds and bends in those days and you had to double the clutch to get her car into second gear. These days the trip takes no time at all, pretty well straight through with passing lanes and sweeping curves. It's a great feat of engineering and makes the trip to visit whanau in the Wairarapa so much easier, but it's just not quite the same as driving on the old road. (Rachel, Learning and Public Programmes Manager)
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2013 - where staff and volunteers share one of their favourite stories
of the Wellington Region.
