Sandra was imported into New Zealand in 1987 by Chris, a born and bred Glendowie boy, leaving behind her all of her family and all of her history. She is writing now to remember and enjoy, and for her children to know a little more of her life, her family and their British heritage.
My arrival into the world, at the Battle Hospital, Reading, was premature, so premature I was described only as 6lb something and ‘like a skinned rabbit’. My older sister, in comparison, was described as having a head so large that it was unsurprising her delivery was by caesarean section.
Too large, too small, perhaps the youngest sibling came out just right.
My mother’s explanation for me being three weeks early was that she had kick-started her motorbike once too often.
I am the middle one of three girls, Elaine Jennifer, Sandra Joy and Celia Jane. I always thought I was gifted the pick of the names. All of us however were grateful not to have been christened Blodwyn or Angharad which Dad, joking we think, told us were both considered, given our mother Beti’s Welsh heritage. Whilst Dad also suggested that one of us should have been Christopher Plummer of The Sound of Music fame, there was never any hint that boys would have been preferred.
Funnily enough it was a Christopher that I married, and we were blessed with glorious girls too. Just two for two reasons: firstly because I could choose how many, and secondly because more seemed impossibly difficult, I only have two hands. Whilst they were late and they were stuck, not just resistant to being parted from me, and needed a surgeon’s help for their arrival at National Womens’ Hospital in Auckland, Lydia and Evie came neither too big nor too small, but perfect.
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