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LIFE IN NEW ZEALAND
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At work, 1997 |
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When I came back to New Zealand I had a few temporary jobs and
then ended up at Meremere Power Station for about six months.
They supplied us with a house up on the hill but we found it too far
from our family and it felt very isolated with the two boys. We used
to come back to Papatoetoe most weekends to do our shopping. The
Shopping Centre in Mercer was expensive, and so was the Four
Square in Meremere.
When I was shopping in Papatoetoe one weekend I met a friend I'd
worked with at Davies Pumps for a short period who said they were
looking for fitters at Davies Pumps in Station Road and I went back
there. We moved back to Papatoetoe to live. We usually stopped
with Wendy's Mum for a couple of weeks until we found digs each
time we moved.
I was in that job for twenty years, but with six different bosses over
the years, though I did get a gold watch out of it in the end! We were
about eight years at Station Road and then we were bought out by
Masport and moved to their premises in Mt Wellington. Then we
were sold to Skellerup, then Cable Price. The job itself didn't change
much. My last job was working on vacuum pumps, and that
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Most weekends in the summer we would go for a day trip to Rotorua,
or Coromandel or Taupo. We'd all go in a group with Wendy's Mum
and Dad and about four cars, we'd have a picnic and then drive
home again. We also went camping at Pakiri when the boys were
about eight or ten, and continued to do so on and off for about
twenty-odd years after. We'd go with Peter Mellor and his wife
Gabrielle, their son Colin and daughter Heidi for a week at a time.
We had a great time walking across the sand dunes and swimming,
and there was an inlet where the children could swim safely with
their floaters. We always camped in a big tent and one year a huge
storm blew up in the night and everyone was packing up ready to
get away at first light. We were trying to get our tent down and
Peter called to Wendy to hold her end down, but when he went
round to see what was happening Wendy was hanging on to the tent
and actually about a foot off the ground! We got the tent down
eventually. The wind was that strong a single mattress was blown
across the paddock as though it was a leaf.
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Peter Mellor, Norm Crook and Frank, fishing, C1990 |
Frank after fishing, C1990 |
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We've always had good holidays together. We took up swimming at
Panmure Baths and went swimming there regularly. We would go
to Rotorua, Taupo, and Hot Water Beach. I visited my sister in New
Brighton to help her with her garden sometimes, and went to Fiji
with Alan, Wendy's sister and friends. Alan will never forget
having a hundred dollars
pinched out of his back pocket
while we were there.
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I would take Mark and Alan
and a friend swimming in the
Panmure Baths where they
learnt to swim. Later
weekends were taken up with
taking the boys out to their
sports: hockey, soccer and a
lot of gymnastics in the
building at the back of
Papatoetoe High School,
though neither of them
became really competitive.
The boys attended school at
School Corner, then Papatoetoe Intermediate and Papatoetoe High
School.
When we went back to Southampton for about eighteen months in
1973, fairly much on the spur of the moment, Mark loved it. He went
back to my first school in Foundry Lane, and Alan was still a
preschooler. I caught up with my family then, and used to go and
play snooker on a Friday evening with my father and a couple of my
brothers, whoever was off work and available, at the local Snooker
Hall. I even left my cue behind, and it's probably still there.
My mother and father came across to New Zealand in 1980 and we
took them across to Napier to the Garden Camping site, and had a
holiday with them, and we drove them sightseeing around
Auckland. It had been their first flight and they were a bit nervous
about the trip back. We drove them to Wellington to get the ferry to
my sister in New Brighton, and then they came back to Auckland
and flew home.
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Rotorua, 1971 |
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RETIREMENT
I retired in 1997 when I was 63 years old. I was on the graduated
pension scheme when they were moving eligibility back from 60 to
65 years.
We've had a lot of holidays at Coromandel, and I did quite a bit of
fishing with Alan there. Diana's family have baches at Smugglers'
Cove and Alan's father-in-law has a boat that we use. Recently we
went to Marroomba near Noosa. Wendy has a penfriend she's been
writing to since she were nine and we visit her in New South Wales
and she comes here.
I've also been to see
my brother in Perth.
We had bought our
own house in 1976 in
Papatoetoe and we've
always had our own
house since. We were
there for nineteen
years and then bought
at 9 Eugena Rise
where we could just
walk through to the
back of the Botanical
Gardens. We were
there about six years then had a place built in Stuart Gibson for
three years but Wendy couldn't settle there and we moved to
Senator Drive in Alfriston Heights. We weren't there long as they
started to build a lot of housing around and we decided to move to
Golflands last September, and that is when I became ill.
Wendy and I had been to Bangkok and on to Phuket for a couple of
days in November- and were lucky that we just missed the Boxing
Day tsunami. I thought I might have picked up a virus in Thailand,
but it was worse than that. I was diagnosed as having mesothelioma
(which may have come from working on the docks and power
station in Southampton) and also with a cancer on the lung which
the doctor thought they could operate on, but unfortunately when
they opened me up they discovered that it had gone too far.
I had a good life before I got
married and a good life after.
Everything just went along
smoothly, though we lost
touch with a lot of friends
through travel, and some I
was close to have died.
We have four grandchildren.
Karen and Mark have Oliver,
Emily and Lucy, and Alan
and Diana have Blake, with
another child expected in
May.
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Oliver, Lucy, Frank, Emily and Blake;
Frankie's birthday brunch, Botanical Gardens, Manurewa, Auckland. Saturday 4th February 2006 |
Frank and Wendy, 24th February 2006 |
This story was recorded and written by Hospice volunteer, Valerie Fisher,
facilitated by the South Auckland Hospice and completed in April 2006.
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