I left the farm for a whole 8 days! I had so much fun! Here are some highlights.
Weirdly, life isn’t all about gardening. Sometimes you’ve gotta find some balance.
This Father’s Day, I’m looking at the values I gained as my father’s daughter.
Last Christmas I joined a long line of women in my family who have made my great grandmother’s fruit cake.
Part four of my hunt for details of the lives of my great-great aunts, the Smith sisters.
In attempting to work out where he came from, I uncovered the life story of my great great grandfather, John William Lewis.
I know we all joke we’re two-degrees of separation from anyone else in New Zealand. But Richard and I have closer links to the land we live on than we could have imagined.
A sudden whim leads to an impressive collection of family history – and some new leads on the Smith sisters.
After locating the graves of my spinster great-great grand aunts, I ordered the first death record to see what I can learn about their lives.
Lately I’ve been working on my family history. This week I found my long-lost spinster aunts buried in Karori.