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I bought some timber on Trademe-this is the reply I received back.
Dear Bruce...Your auction price was a good deal more than I expected. I do not want you to be dissapointed so i have reduced the price so that you'll be happy with your purchase Best wishes B Famton |
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We’re working hard towards the opening of our .
Sometimes I’ve thought there’s too much to do…I can no longer do what was once easy…we’re not going to make it but then I’m hit with the thought that if it’s not this year then I’ll be worse next year. Plus Sir Michael Is getting older…so are the Sisters...so am I.
So like an old had-it warrior who can no longer strap on his armour…my young kids dress me… pull on my pants, my shoes and do my hair as I can no longer reach that high. They build a pyramid of pallets so I can climb into my digger. Once I fire her up and have the controls…I’m fired up…I’m no longer ‘the-had-it-old-man…I’m Robocop with a job to do.I take a bottle to piss in as getting out is too hard. My body can’t do what it used to so I find other ways.
Many pain-killers later…when I’ve finished. There’s no bounce in my step they half carry me back to my lazi-boy. I turn back into the had-it old man…though if you look hard…there’s a wee twinkle in my eye. |
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Today is ANZAC 2009. I have been watching excellent coverage on Maori TV. All day I’ve felt the presence of my cousin Haere Hirini. He was killed in Vietnam. Some time ago my whanau rang and asked me if I’d march for Haere….. the country was going to pay respects to those Veterans…… The Civic centre was packed…thousands including Vietnam Vets from USA-Australia. Up Front of this mile long procession were thirty five flags representing those who were killed.We carried the flags for our loved ones the military band clearing the way ahead. Overhead jets flew in formation-big guns boomed and crowds clapped…cheered. With only one walking stick, I was having a job keeping up as Haere’s flag was in the other hand. Others were also struggling….none of us were ‘spring chickens’…. some one yelled for them to, “Slow down or one of us will crash.” After the official part… Haere’s SAS mates asked me to join them for a beer a kind of ‘hakari. ‘What happened’ I asked. ‘We were moving forward, slowly, softly and lightly for we knew ‘they’ were there. Haere was left-handed, a scout right off to one wing... All hell broke loose he went down. We cleaned them up…we came back but he was already dead. We carried him for three days it was too hostile to call in a chopper. All the time Haers’s flag was leaning against the bar. I asked if I could take it back to put in our Marae, “He stays with us!” was their quick, short reply. They sent a photo, it hangs In our Whare Tupuna. |
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When I was fifteen I asked my Grandma ‘What’s the best thing in the world…to have?’ ‘Your Health.’ Was her instant short reply and I thought Grandma had no idea about important things….In the same way the other day I was watching a doco, they were asking very poor people the same question. This old lady said, ‘Clean Water’. |
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[copied from Guestbook] Kia Ora Koutou...i haven't written in Daybook for a long time because I can no longer contact the kind person who set this all up...so will write my comments here.
I was watching the Rugby 7's, Sth Africa beat NZ. It was hard and close.
I saw this Black Man and White Man unashamedly hugging with deep passion...their sweat and tears mixed together.
It would not have happened a short time back...so what happened for them to show this affections in front of millions?
They had worked long and hard together and formed a new family.
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Na te Aroha Bruce |
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Yesterday I was out on my wheelchair, sunning…I was approached by a handsome young maori tane wearing an equally handsome ta moko. 'Tenakoe', he said as we made hongi. “Could you give me $2 for a feed”? he asked. For some moments I was completely disorientated…what with the mix of ta moko…hongi…tenakoe and begging almost in the same breath was a brand new experience. “Tama, you bring shame to your ta moko,” was my curt reply. Not to be derailed he carried on down the street merrily begging his way through the people. My lovely daughter, Pare Hinetai with great expectation made an official announcement at her recent thirteen birthday, “I am now a real teenager,” she proclaimed. She loves kapa haka and said she wants a real moko, “Not until you understand how to live full time in Rangatira mode.” Said I. |
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