|Big Sis after she's forgiven my cheekiness|
And then there's my
|Derek at Wyuna Bay, Coromandel Peninsula|
And there's memories of my dad who stepped into eternity 40 years ago, but then showed up unexpectedly at Cheryl's house courtesy of a relative. The photo to the right is evidently when he enlisted in the British Navy (he served in WWII in the Pacific Theatre). Best guess is he's maybe 19 or 20. Another ship that he was meant to be on was torpedoed and sunk by the Japanese. He was held back as he had the mumps or the measles or possibly the munchies. Amazing to think that I would not be here (or there, or anywhere) were it not for a singularly unpleasant virus. And the providence of God, of course.
Last, but not least, is kiwi dress sense. Those who have seen me clothed know what I'm talking about. But this photo, from a T-shirt worn by a friend with whom we enjoyed "fush n chups," says it all.