My home along with brothers and sisters on summer holidays in the 70's. So much fun and none of the worries and concerns of adulthood. The home of both my sons for a number of years as it sat at our house here in Russell. The home of casual visitors. It's only a caravan built in Levin in the 1970's but you get attached. Today it left us...sold...all the old memories now sit right on the beach over the hill at Oneroa. Beautiful spot..she'll be happy there with her new owners. Frank and Scottie and I.hooked her up and delicately moved her across and nudged her into place. Ruth and Kez will occupy her whenever they can.
I read Matt's story in the Waikato Times today, two babies slipped out of their mums as they got in the car to get themselves to hospital for the birth,one onto the frosty ground and the other onto the carseat. Unharmed, happy as Larry, only the three year old child watching was traumatized. How our civilization has molded itself to this, to the strangeness of birth, to the motor car as birthing space as mothers try to make their own way to hospital, to young childeren for whome birth is so foreign that they are traumatized by it's process nearby them. Twelve long lives of eighty years takes us back to 1000 AD. What was birth like then? What were family holidays? What were caravans? How many long lives then would take us back to 001AD? And what were caravans then?
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