"Mum - Amazing Auckland"
My mother was born Margerate Eunice Elizabeth Henchelwood in 1935, during the worst of the depression years. Needless to say she knew mostly hardship and poverty growing up. But something occurred to her at the age of fifteen that it doesn't have to that way for her all her life. Through many adventures and hard work she found herself towards the end of her full and well rounded life living in the lap of luxury in Queensland's Noosa Heads. She was in my opinion the very testament of reaping the awards of being a good person who meant well to all she came in contact with. Sadly she passed away in 2005 on the 5th of April. I will miss her for the rest of my life. She taught me right from wrong, inspired me to be creative and to use my imagination. She also taught me to cook and how to look after myself. I will never forget her.
"Dad - a Jersey Journey"
My father, having been born at a very young age, in the year 1939 saw the Germans arrive and leave. In 1964 he left for an adventure to New Zealand and at a party meet my mother. One thing led to another as things inevitably do and they married then two years after I popped into the world.
Jersey is part of the British Isles where a few still speak a form of French spoken by the Normans who invaded in 1066.
While visiting in 2005 I also learned that the oldest human structure there, not far from Queen Elizabeth Castle, was built by its patron saint, St Hellier.
Jersey is a very beautiful place and one of a group of five islands, Gernsey, Alderny, herm and sark being the others.
Jersey is part of the British Isles where a few still speak a form of French spoken by the Normans who invaded in 1066.
While visiting in 2005 I also learned that the oldest human structure there, not far from Queen Elizabeth Castle, was built by its patron saint, St Hellier.
Jersey is a very beautiful place and one of a group of five islands, Gernsey, Alderny, herm and sark being the others.
