A warm welcome back to Robyn Boswell with her second contribution this year in the Memoir Showcase.
You can read Robyn's story A Visit to the ‘Murder House’ here.
You can read Robyn's story A Visit to the ‘Murder House’ here.
Robyn Boswell
I was very lucky to spend my childhood years in the 1950s in Parua Bay, a bay on the Whangarei Harbour in Northland, New Zealand. It was there that I developed my lifelong passion for the sea and my love of the outdoors. When we weren’t at school, we had free range over the countryside and made the most of rambling over farms, through the pine forest across the road and all along the bay. My Dad was Head Teacher at the tiny school – which grew from 12 to 60 pupils in the 12 years he was there. It was a great life, except for one thorn in our sides. A couple of times a year, we had to go by bus into town to spend a day at the ‘Murder House’ – the school based dental nurses - at a big school in the city.
I was very lucky to spend my childhood years in the 1950s in Parua Bay, a bay on the Whangarei Harbour in Northland, New Zealand. It was there that I developed my lifelong passion for the sea and my love of the outdoors. When we weren’t at school, we had free range over the countryside and made the most of rambling over farms, through the pine forest across the road and all along the bay. My Dad was Head Teacher at the tiny school – which grew from 12 to 60 pupils in the 12 years he was there. It was a great life, except for one thorn in our sides. A couple of times a year, we had to go by bus into town to spend a day at the ‘Murder House’ – the school based dental nurses - at a big school in the city.
