174 Morrison Road, Pukekawa, New Zealand
April 2010 – January 2012
This home was fifteen minutes’ drive from the previous house, and we moved furniture and belongings ourselves. Never again!
Of all the houses I have lived in this would probably be my favourite. It was built by a man who had only one leg, was a friend of the Rockefellers in America, and had sold the house to a family that bred exotic parrots and let them fly freely around the mature trees that were growing inside the three-story house. The trees in the garden outside grew close to the windows. You could almost reach out and touch the many bird nests. It was like living in a tree house, and the trees weren’t ordinary; they were spectacular flowering exotics. My favourite was the heavily flowering lacy pepper tree, but the China Doll trees, especially their straggly seed pods, were a delight. Flowering cherries abounded.
The house was huge. The staircase was so grand one almost felt it would be a travesty not to don a ball gown to ascend and descend. All was set on quite a few acres of land, some of which was rented out to a local farmer to graze cows. The carpet inside where the pots for the trees had stood was in a grotty state. But things had been majestically planned – even the balcony that surrounded the house on three sides. There was a huge fishpond that leaked and was empty, over which went a rustic bridge.
The vegetable garden stretched from one end of the section to the other and it was a wilderness. Next to the garden was a hen house and run. It was there that we stored our firewood because I had given away the poultry in the house move. We needed all the firewood we could get because the house had two greedy log burners.
When we took the property we had been assured that mobile phone coverage and high speed broadband were available. Once we came to set things up there was no such thing. Even from the roof of this tall building the broadcasting masts could not be seen. We wrote to the Minister of Broadcasting, who replied that they had no intention of laying cables down Morrison Road. The only thing for it was to pay for expensive satellite coverage.
The house being made of unpainted wood was a great attraction to paper wasps. Paper wasps would dance along wooden bannisters presumably collecting cellulose to make their bulbous nests. Once a week I would tour the “estate” with a can of fly spray to destroy newly created nests.
The house was made for Christmas! And we had many a celebration and many a guest.
In the meantime the dog and the cat were enjoying their new territory. Pussy Cat was entered into a weekly pet food photo competition, and her photo won the weekly competition six times in all, and that paid to feed both cat and dog for a year. She had the advantage of being photogenic because the white markings on her face were balanced on both sides. Delia the dog had her own popular website and would message her fans. “Please don’t tell my owner that I’m using his computer in the middle of the night.” Delia had quite a following!
One side of the house opened directly onto farm paddocks so we were not infrequently spied upon by inquisitive viewers.
The grounds had been let go to ruin a little, so it was a lot of work recreating almost a park. These days, having a peek at satellite online imagery, the trees have been cut down and a swimming pool has taken their place. It has somehow lost its wonderful charm but can now be seen and admired and fawned upon from the road.
People from our former road of Allen & Eyre came to visit. They lived just up the road from where we had lived. They had a proposition. The husband had been offered a farming job several hours away from where they lived. The new job came with a house on the farm. Would we like to rent their house for a price no higher than their mortgage? Their isolated house now had broadband. It was a tempting offer. We had long been wishing to save to one day get our own home. This was an offer, plus the thought of not paying expensive satellite connectivity, that called for common sense. We said yes even though we were reluctant to leave this wonderful place in Morrison Road.
It looks wonderfully opulent.
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I suited me down to the ground!
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Hah! And also, snicker.
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What a fabulous house – except for the wasps and no broadband. What an adventure!
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These paper wasps are a relatively recent addition to the country (I think). They don’t seem to be as bad as the long-established German wasp.
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I love this, but see why you moved again. Having missed the first nine chapters, I must go back through your posts!!!!
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Hi Lisa – yes, I’ve been going for just over a week on these. Still another 5 or 6 to go!
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Yay! I checked in at the right time. I retired yesterday! It’s making me giggly happy and I feel extremely light.
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Enjoy that retirement to the hilt, Lisa!
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Oh, you betcha!
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Well – have a wonderful retirement. You seem far too young!!!!
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Thanks! The profile pic is 10 years old. I should probably update it.
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I have never seen its equal. Gorgeous photos as well.
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Thank you – yes it was a wonderful house!
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I love that house. When I first saw the picture I thought it was an A-frame…I can see why you would not want to leave there.
Two popular pets!
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Yes the main room was like an A frame at the top, but the two stories at the bottom weren’t sloped. I should’ve kept the dog’s web site. It was quite funny – and she was all worried about the affair she was having with one of her fans. “I do hope they’re not talking about us.”
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It was beautiful…. We live in a A-Frame…I’m quite a fan of that style.
You should have! I should start Martha a Facebook page.
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Looks beautiful. I like the coloration of the cat. You can keep the wasps and hornets, though.
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Yes – the wasps were a bit of a nuisance but at least they weren’t the nastiest variety of wasp found in New Zealand.
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Is NZ thesame as Oz where everything is dangerous and/or poisonous?
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No – we have no poisonous anything. So lie down in the forest and sleep! However there is a poisonous tiny spider (the katipo) found at the beach. It killed one person – the scientist who prized open its mouth and got bitten. I have never seen a katipo!
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lol. Good to know. I wouldn’t think of trying to pry a spider’s mouth open.
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The house is truly magical as if from a fairy tale. The views from both within and without are enticing. The tree looks exotic. Those peeping toms add to the aura! The paper wasps were scary though. I am sorry you had to leave that for the broadband.
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Yes – thanks Uma – there’s always a “what with if” in life…. We’d still be there and bored silly maybe if further hadn’t happened!
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Beautiful looking place, Bruce. I’d choose country over town, but, with age, one does realise the benefits of living closer to amenities!
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Yes I agree – although this was only 10 minutes from the medical centre! For some reason the shape of the terrain and being a side road it missed out somehow on the services.
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Sounds perfect!
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You had some nosey neighbors in your windows! 😀 What an interesting house!
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The house was wonderful!
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Wow! That sounds like a really cool house!
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It was a fabulous house and I would build one myself exactly the same (or rather get others to build it) if I had the money and the time!
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Sounds like a beautiful house.
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