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Sonya, our roving reporter, has brought us more stories about what people in our group used to do. Lifelong learning means you learn and develop a lot of skills and so you are always growing and are always current, as they say. You create your own relevance because you have the experience to be able to do that. We all do it now through spinning and weaving. Over to Sonya:
Update for Maria who was seconded for war work in wartime Germany.
Maria assures us that all the events in her previous report, took place during her apprenticeship!!! What an amazing time it was for you, dear Maria!
I used to love watching and learning from my Mum while she was doing her craft work. All her sewing, knitting, tapestry, embroidery, crochet etc, I learnt like that. That’s how I learned how to crochet granny squares, as a young thing. I guess Mum was a lot like me- quiet, reserved and a good listener. What a treasure of a mother you had, Jan. And they say a good apple doesn’t fall far from the tree!
I used to own an aeroplane, a motorbike and some 2nd hand cars. However I sold them all because I didn’t have room to store them! I learnt how to fly the plane but didn’t have time to fly it ! I was flat out running my own motor car repair business.
John you’re still flat out coaching our weavers, repairing our spinning wheels, making improved parts for them and inventing ingenious parts and pieces to restore problem or ancient looms and wheels. Every spinning and weaving group should have a Mr Fixit like you. We are indeed fortunate to have you in our midst.
I used to teach at Tauhara school on the edge of the town of Taupo, which is on the edge of the beautiful Lake Taupo NZ. When we walked around the school playground it sounded as if we were walking on top of a huge empty tank. Boom Boom every step we took. On hot February afternoons I remember taking my class of little tackers out into the bracken fern scrub, finding a spot with some shade and no steam coming out of the ground. And there I would read or tell them stories. After several years all the floors of the classrooms rotted away with the warm moist steam from the ground below. It was a strange and wonderful place!