Uncle Albert was a British Israelite, whatever that may mean. I think it had to do with measuring the galleries in the pyramids using a mystical measure called a “pyramid...
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Forty years on and she was still just as beautiful. Older of course, but remarkably unchanged by the years, and not a fraction less beautiful. The same wavy blonde hair...
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I never did want to be a teacher, but after two years as a mechanic in Wellington automatic telephone exchanges it was obvious I was making no progress there.
My father...
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Jack was a Dutch immigrant, short and blond and amazingly fit. Like most of his kind he was prepared to have a go at anything, which I suppose is the reason they have been such...
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This is actually a story of my Uncle Murray's. He was born in 1882, so grew up during Seddon's time as a politician, and as he worked for the Post Office in Westport when Dick...
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