Ingrid Wilhelmina (Lendrum) Wells  -  Correspondence to Tom Lendrum (Uncle)

Sept. 2011

Hey Unc, I am doing some work with family stuff and was wondering if you could tell me a little about what it was like growing up with your parents. Can you describe your experiences of them.
Thanks heaps.

Ingrid Wells

 

 

Ingrid

 

My dad - George Alexander Lendrum: 1905 - 1985

 

He has been a long time dead and I havenot given much thought to a question like this.

 

From memory we were not a close family -as I recall we not have a lot of contact with his brothers and their families(which I know today was and is a shame - so please keep in touch with yours).

 

Your dad and I lived with our parents at10 Douglas Street, Ponsonby, Auckland - until granddad's death in 1969.

(I think we did - maybe we did not?)

George's father - Robert Andrew, was yourgreat great granddad (I liked him, he was a nice old man) although I spentlittle time with him (again a shame) but I was young, about 14years?

 

For birth, marriage, death dates etc. canbe found on www.NZLendrums.co.nz.

 

Family Stuff - Experiences:

                                    Whereto start? So in no particular order and probable of no interest to anyone.

 

I can remember going to my first school.Richmond Rd. Primary (At the end of Douglas St). I did not then or since, everlike school or did I ever achieve any great standards (Make sure your childrendo). Can't remember if dad took me to school - I guess not (He was never home).

 

Dad worked all hours he could. He workedfor Mobil Oil Company, refuelling aeroplanes. He did take me sometimes to aplace at the tank farm, bottom of town and once or twice to an airport - whereI was allowed to sit in the waiting room to watch the planes come and go. He justloved that job and everyone there knew my dad.

 

Mary (my mother), had to look after usall including granddad as his wife had died some 29 years before,

(I never meet her).

The Douglass St. house had a copper andhand ringer for washing the clothes (Once I think, she caught her arm betweenthe rollers) We had an outside toilet or could have been on the back porcharea? The kitchen could have had a wood burner but I sure it had an electricstove. Over the kitchen table was a washing line that had ropes and pulleys toraise and lower it.

I loved that house and my house inKaukapakapa is also a villa, much like my granddads.

 

George always bought new things, TV,radios, and new cars. He liked building things, concrete paths and decks(unfortunately he did not have great DIY skills). He had the first TV in thestreet when we moved to Kelston, West Auckland (after granddad died - I think?).

The house was a new brick house (It washere he built the new concrete deck off the back of the house and was neverfinished in all the time we lived there).

 

Mary (My mum) tried to learn to drive inour old model T (I think). She drove it into the fence once and never sat inthe drivers set again.

Her brother Tom and his wife Isobel camealmost ever weekend. They were the only company she had.

 

I can vaguely remember going on holidaysin our car, can't remember where. We often stopped on the side of the road -got fire wood and boiled the water for tea (Maybe I'm making this up?)

Once mum and dad went to Fiji for aholiday leaving me to look after the house (I think I had left home, must have comehome again - anyway). I was left home to look after myself (Can't remember thetime line or where Doug was?) I took my dad's car (Mini) for a drive. I usethat car every day until they got back - great fun.

 

Under the house in Kelston (When dad wasworking for Mobil Oil - he stored petrol in cans (lucky we were not blown up).

He also made home brew (Could have beenginger beer - as he never drank alcohol or coffee, tea just hot chocolate - atepeanuts and chocolate bars.

 

Your father and I did live differentlives and our paths, while young did not often cross (I'm sorry about thatalso).

 

After Mary died George lived on his ownin Orewa. He did spent sometime with us in Kaukapakapa but did not like the nosychildren running around slamming doors, because as you grow older you are lesstorrent of others.

(I think I'm getting there myself).

 

So you can see life with my parents wasnot much to write about.

 

 

 

(Uncle) Tom

 

Hope this finds you and your family well- Please keep in contact, love to help further - If I can.


 



 


Thank you so much for sharing what you remember. Your story has triggered some memories of my own in relation to Granddad and Nana.
 
I am not sure how much this will mean to you, particularly in light of his absence in your childhood years ... but Granddad was the safest person in my life. He showed me what it was like to be loved, enjoyed and valued.
I would write to him and he always wrote me back. I remember spending many holidays with Nana and Granddad and they took us on many holidays. He kept those chocolates in the freezer and shared them with us. He took us to work with him at the club as he cleaned and we went ran wild.  I remember lots of brown paint work! His decking around our swimming pool in Wanganui. I remember his garden and the beans and peas we used to pick. I remember the fruit Nana used to bottle/preserve....the best I have ever tasted. I still have the book full of folk stories he gave me...and the necklace they bought me back from their trip to Fiji.
I remember your home in Kaukapakapa and a trip we once made up your way when Granddad missed a part of the road and had the back left wheel on the edge of a drop! I remember Christine. xx
I remember visiting them on a couple of occasions when they lived in Orewa ...but sadly had left home by then and therefore saw a lot less of them overall.
Grandad came to my wedding and as I walked up the stairs of my parents home holding his hand, he gently squeezed it...and I knew...that would be his last last goodbye. I returned inside and cried.
There are many moments where I remember...and I miss him and what he meant to me.
Thank you for sharing what may have been the best of your Dad with me.
 
I am not sure my own father could appreciate the significance of his own father in his daughters life. That saddens me. It is not what I want for my own children.
Sadly my children have not experienced grandparents like mine.
 
Thank you for your parents and thank you for sharing your experiences of your parents.
 
Ingrid xx


None of this was I aware of - I'm not sure we are specking about the same person: but I pleased he was all of this to you.
Yes I do remember the brown painted fences (I think it was his favorite colour?) Yes your right Mary did preserve - I helped her with eggs and we did go out west in those days to buy fruit to bottle.
I am please he showed you love and did that on your wedding day. (Wish I had seen that).
George always gave more to others than he did or receive from his family - how said.
Lets hope we can meet before I go to meet him again.

Tom