Built possibly 1904 this three bedroom cottage was home for my father Fred, mother Esme and my sister Jenny until I left to go "flatting" at University. With the salty air and windblown sand, the best sort of garden was made from concrete, and my father was quickly onto that. The obvious attraction was the closeness of the harbour where all the kids I grew up with, swam and snorkeled for Paua, Crayfish, Butterfish (Greenbone) and Terakihi. There was a really good Pipi bed nearby and there was a family of Chinese who came to the area to catch Paddle Crabs. We thought they were crazy (who ate Paddle Crabs??) and we told them so in unalloyed racist terms and jumped off the wharf near their nets to disturb their fishing. Apparently the old Chinese guy used to tell his kids (girls with Pudding Basin haircuts) to ignore us as "we are much better than they are" I can vouch for this, as one of these girls became my wife nearly 14 years later. Cruel. Cruel Fate - I am never allowed to forget this!
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Photo taken in 117 Marine Parade, Seatoun, Wellington 6022, New Zealand
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