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