Yes Mum is long gone now as well. I think about poor Edith quite a lot and think I should have done more to get her back home. She was my Grandfather's sister, they both came from Manchester to Christchurch in the early seventies I think.
Mum was certain that Edith was losing her marbles and it was only much later when I was using the stove that I realized the faulty thermostats causing the incorrect judgement of Edith's state of mind and what had really happened.
It was months rather than years for her death, the hospital was St George's Hospital up Papanui Road, it's been replaced with new buildings now.
The flat that Edith was in was so quiet and secluded with large trees and lots of birdsong from next door, the Hospital was just so noisy, no wonder she hated it.
When next door was eventually populated with houses from Twizel four houses were put on that land it was like a small forest in the middle of suburbia, there's another place, much bigger but very similar, down the same road and river but on the other side, remnants of when Christchurch was not built up. It's a lovely place for people to get old in but the earthquakes trashed our place so I had to move to Woolston where I am now.
Mum was certain that Edith was losing her marbles and it was only much later when I was using the stove that I realized the faulty thermostats causing the incorrect judgement of Edith's state of mind and what had really happened.
It was months rather than years for her death, the hospital was St George's Hospital up Papanui Road, it's been replaced with new buildings now.
The flat that Edith was in was so quiet and secluded with large trees and lots of birdsong from next door, the Hospital was just so noisy, no wonder she hated it.
When next door was eventually populated with houses from Twizel four houses were put on that land it was like a small forest in the middle of suburbia, there's another place, much bigger but very similar, down the same road and river but on the other side, remnants of when Christchurch was not built up. It's a lovely place for people to get old in but the earthquakes trashed our place so I had to move to Woolston where I am now.
It's not the least charm of a theory that it is refutable. The hundred-times-refuted theory of "free will" owes its persistence to this charm alone; some one is always appearing who feels himself strong enough to refute it - Friedrich Nietzsche