Where Did The Years Go?

Sunday, June 11, 1967.  7.40am NZ1 landed at Auckland International Airport. Among the passengers were my 2 children and me.  We had a very nice flight from Los Angeles where we had visited with my sister before heading  further south to meet up with my DYS (Dashing Young Scotsman)

My DYS had been transferred to New Zealand for two years.  We knew little or nothing about this country.  We didn’t learn about the far-flung corner of the British Commonwealth although I now know that New Zealand children were taught about England at school.  I imagined that some of the 3million plus sheep would be wandering down the main street of Auckland to meet us, and in all, in spite of the literature given to us by New Zealand House in London, my impression was that we were going to a wild west type of life.

All those years ago not many people were travelling and certainly not with two small children in tow.  The staff on board and most of the passengers were great with the children.  One elderly couple (well they seemed elderly to me although in retrospect they probably were in their late 50s early 60s) offered to keep an eye on them while I slept. And the children had the run of the plane;  they could go anywhere and were even taken into the cockpit.  My 4-year-old son,  there and then, decided he wanted to be a pilot when he grew up.

It was winter and raining when we landed in this far off land.  The DYS had been here for a few weeks and had made a couple of friends or rather at that time they were acquaintances who later became friends.  But I knew nobody.

DYS had arranged our accommodation in one of the only reasonable hotels available at the time.  Oh, New Zealand was a very different place then.

On arriving here we found it was not as wild as we had imagined.  No sheep wandering down Queen Street (the main thoroughfare in Auckland), the natives were friendly and what’s more, they spoke our language

We did find some of the customs strange.  Late night shopping on Friday until 10 pm and then absolutely everything shut down until Monday morning.  Bread could be purchased at the local store but no clothes or shoe shops, hairdressers or other shops were open.  All very strange to this newcomer.

I do remember that gas was 33 cents a litre and cigarettes 33 cents for a pack of 20.

Another thing that was very odd was that the licensing laws had every pub closing at 6 pm.  Apparently, most men would leave their offices at 5 pm to dash to the nearest pub to get a drink or two or three, before closing time.  This changed shortly after we arrived but it was apparently well established.

The proximity of the beaches, easy, laid back way of living and all being together made up for any strange things we had to deal with and we all thrived in this new land.

And today June 11 is the 50th  anniversary of the day the children and I first arrived in New Zealand.  We have left it for a time, as a family and the children separately and me for a time after Robert died, but we have all returned and claim New Zealand as home.

NZ flag

“If I should die think only this of me:
that there’s some corner of a foreign field
that is forever England.
There shall be in that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped,
made aware; gave once her flowers to love, her ways to roam.
A body of England’s, breathing English air, washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home” Rupert Brooke.  1887-1915

PS     Rupert Brooks was known for his boyish good looks,
which were said to have prompted the Irish poet  W B Yeats
to describe him as “the handsomest young man in England”

I  wrote about arriving here in a post early in my blogging days –   Leaving on a Jet Plane.

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17 responses to “Where Did The Years Go?

  1. Such a great story!

  2. How brave you were…I would have been terrified going to a new land with two small kids. Did your son become a pilot?

  3. I enjoyed your story. It reminded me that in 1980, John and I flew from New York to England with three children, the youngest eight months old. He had a contract to work in London for two years. After those two years, we had to come home and resume our New York life. Those two years were the happiest years of my life. Our neighbors were remarkable, and the friends we made were marvelous. Many weekends we took a day trip to explore some part of southern England. I haven’t been back, but I left a bit of my heart there.

  4. Home is where the heart is.

  5. I love your reminisce, Judith. It reminds me that in November 1967, I was heading north from Australia to live in Canada where I found life somewhat advanced at the time.

  6. What wonderful memories of fifty years ago – that summer of love! In the summer of 1967 I had given birth to my son a couple of months before. (His turning 50 this year was a shock to me – where did the years go!) Thank you for sharing your memories and reminding us how things have changed. Great post!

  7. A wonderful post. You were a brave young mom but what a wonderful life you gave your children.

  8. This is a bit of an aside, but I wanted to say thank you. I remember your trip to Florence and it inspired me to take a similar adventure. I would like to spend 2 months in Stockholm, exploring the culture and meeting lots of locals. I’m saving money and hope to do it in the next year or two. 🙂

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