The Ghost of Electricity: War Stories by Jon McLeary # 174 Maraetotara Falls

I was painting a house on a hill in Newtown one hot summer. It was for the first violinist in the NZSO and his wife who was a high-powered lawyer and they wanted it done in blood/fire-engine red entirely. It looked amazing and you could see it for miles. As usual I got paint all over my clothes.

In those days my little family would go to Ocean Beach eve…