The Ghost of Electricity: War Stories by Jon McLeary # 114 Whangamata

We were not a wealthy family by any means when I was growing up but our dad, through sheer hard work and his contacts, always managed to take us on holiday every year to Whangamata where a mate of his had a block of flats down near the wharf. Our uncle, auntie and cousins from Auckland would join us there for two big weeks over the summer and we had the…