Our Rocking Horse was never this Majestic

Ours was wooden, with a mane made of sheep skin. Many hours rocking in the passage way at home.

School milk anyone

never was the milk monitor - but fond memories of the warm milk at Hawera Main 1950s. The foil tops used to be washed and collected - for the blind?

Hawera Railway Station 1950s

How well I remember Sunday afternoons, rushing to get the trolley for Dad - so he could unload his trailer of veges bound by rail to the markets. This is now located at Nigel Ogle's Tawhiti Museum, Hawera.