My Uncle on Dad's side married a Kiwi. Grandad lived in Dululu but Dad got him over there to visit a few times. I remember seeing Grandad off from the Rocky airport with its corrugated iron terminal that would give today's anti terrorist scouts an instant migraine.
Unlike my own children, we were given very few presents by our Grandparents thus the presents we were given meant a good deal to me. This Maori doll came back with Grandad Bill from that first trip and I loved her instantly. I was devastated when one of her eyes fell out so I found a piece of bitumen and stuck it in as a shiny if jagged replacement. I wore her hair thin in patches playing with her.
How can you miss a doll, I wonder. I do know I miss my Grandad Bill.
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