until recently, i actually thought that we kiwis had made up the word 'kiwiana'. then i was looking around on e-bay and discovered close to a billion 'americana' stores and i came across the term 'australiana'. not a native term after all. according to the oxford dictionary it means '
|a sight for sore eyes after hours of driving|
|i kid you not. be prepared.|
|only 10 minutes before ohura, this is the main street of matiere - where my grandad was born.|
|finally. ohura. main street - side one.|
|and - side two. my whole life i have managed to miss out on getting into it, and i still daydream about the treasures i will dig out of it!|
|home sweet home. this is the home hazel has lived in since she was married. while we settle in at auntie hazels...|
|she heads off on her bike. she even wears her helmet so the local kids learn its important!|
|i took mark for a walk through these stunning pastures to the local cemetery where all my maternal ancestors are buried.|
|and this is the view that my grandparents (etc) have from their final resting place. 'how's the serenity'.|
|ohura's version of the inorganic rubbish collection?|
|hazels stunning church where my gran played the organ for a million years and where i have spent many a hilarious midnight-mass event, including this christmas gone. the bells are rung to wake up all residents at midnight.|
|and finally after hazels outrageous midnight mass, back home to her place for amazing afghan biscuits, baked in the original coal range. we stayed up into the wee earlies drinking tea and icing them. how kiwiana is this christmas biscuit?|
i hope you enjoyed this little tour through my own forgotten small town. tomorrow i'm taking american blogging legend, marian schembari, to kingsland and grey lynn in the hunt for kiwiana. i plan to get some good fodder for the next post. until then, kia kaha!