On Be­ing Sprightly

Dear Bryan This is only slightly a tongue-in-cheek crit­i­cism of your re­cent edi­tion.

I won­der if Ms Cal­laghan re­acted to be­ing called “sprightly” as neg­a­tively as I did. It is an ap­palling and pe­jo­ra­tive la­bel! It con­jures up im­ages of “old iden­ti­ties” doz­ing in the sun, un­til led away to eat mush for sup­per and be put to bed, their teeth in a nearby glass.

This 73 year-old trav­els be­tween Afghanistan and Apia; be­tween Ar­row­town and Auck­land and is shortly leav­ing the house for a cou­ple of days in Abu Dhabi!

There may be mo­ments when I am knack­ered, oc­ca­sion­ally dozy. Even half­tanked! But sprightly? Argh!

This let­ter is in de­fence of all other 73 year-olds! And, as another birth­day ap­proaches, also in de­fence of the 74 year-old tear-aways!

73 Rocks! Kind re­gards Ron Hamil­ton

te arOha thankS

My hus­band and I were lucky enough to take a road trip in De­cem­ber.

The Waikato had never been on our `to do' list but af­ter read­ing your fea­ture in Is­sue 46 we thought `Why not'. All I can say is thank you, we would have missed an area which has so much to en­joy. Peter and I en­joyed Te Aroha so much in fact that we are off there again late Fe­bru­ary only this time it's to look at real es­tate!! Kathy and Peter Wal­ton, Blen­heim

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