I am sure I enjoyed the study, maybe not so much the exams, definitely not sport,
I failed to do basketball, as it was called then, hockey a disaster, gymnastics more so,
I dreaded that, I couldn’t swing on a bar, do a jump,or anything else even remotely
looking like gym. We had wonderful teachers, who installed in us their own passion for the subject, no wonder maths was my favourite, Mr Miller was a whizz at teaching us.
Those days were left behind, I studied Pharmacy, going to night class at Otahuhu College 3 nights a week, after work.
Then in 1962, Hugh and I were married at Papakura East Presbyterian Church, Rev.Lewis Wilson was the minister at the service, and here he is welcoming my Dad and me.The last photo as Jean Appleby. Next thing I know, there I am married, a new surname and a man by my side.
The captions on the photos are in my Dad's writing, and taken from his photo album.
My cousin Judith is behind, with Trevor Shelley, then Pat and Des, and Janet (Norman) was our flower girl.She lives in Perth now, and on one of their visits I showed her the photos when she was there that day.Phil enjoyed seeing Janet's photo when she was 9 years or so.
Walter always called me Nancy J, and here I am when he came to stay with us in 2002.
The roses were spectacular that year, a legacy of Yvonne’s choices, and the care she gave them over the years
So names of many kinds,over the years, all special at their own time.
Quotation of the day, one of Walter’s favourites.
From Romeo and Juliet , by William Shakespeare.
What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.
Cheers from Jean