Fifty-four years in the same home

Bill and Rita moved into Farquhars Rd and met a handful of neighbours. The area was home to ex-servicemen back from the war, building new homes, smoking roll-ups and numbing memories in booze.

The Kiwi male in its native habitat was an eye-opener for the new Dutch immigrants.

One of Bill's earliest memories after moving in was an invitation to a house-warming. They had never heard of a "house warming" but they knew it was a party. Rita dressed in her Sunday best, Bill pulled out a suit and tie, slicking down his hair.

They were greeted by men in bush shirts with riggers of beer. Rita was encouraged to join the women in the lounge and Bill was ushered through to the kitchen with the men.