Ngati Stewart Gathering, June 2, 2013

We didn’t go to people’s places to play, we had a big section and we played together. We stayed at our grandparents places or at our cousins places in the school holidays. Everything was family orientated. On Sunday’s our grandparents would come and get us and take us to Cockle Bay for a swim and then we’d come home after and Mum would feed us up on Pipi fritters. We grew up like that. A big family, but close. As we grew the family got bigger. As teenagers our friends were encouraged into the wider family, calling Mum Ma or Mrs S and Dad was Mr Stewart. Dad would round us all up at Christmas and we’d take taxis up to the Cossie Club to get drunk and then taxi it home again where he’d make sure we all were safe. . . . → Read More: Ngati Stewart Gathering, June 2, 2013

Born Again?

My mother was my hero, and mothers everywhere still are my heros. This is not to denigrate the role of the father, that is important too, but in my case it was a different role that Dad played. Mum was the person whom taught me about love and tenderness. About caring and sharing. And about treating every one the same. Which is not to say Mum didn’t have favorites, she did. She had 7 of them. . . . → Read More: Born Again?