Monday, October 27, 2014

Go the Naki!

I'd like to introduce you to the province where we live:  Taranaki.  

There is an especially strong feeling for Taranaki right now because the professional Taranaki rugby team just won the national championship.  

Go the Naki!
Oak at the game.  Noah and friends in the background.  

We live in New Plymouth, which is the biggest town in the region called Taranaki.

Taranaki, on the North Island of New Zealand

What's a 'Naki boy?

Within days of arriving in New Plymouth, I attended a funeral for a teenage boy held at New Plymouth Boys' High School.  The teenager seemed like an outstanding young man who had died from a complication of a staph infection.  At the funeral, his mom told a story about watching her son ski at the NZ national ski finals.  In the middle of an amazing ski run, she heard people around her asking who that kid was, but before she could answer, someone else from the stands answered, "Oh, he's a 'Naki boy." As if that explained everything.


This mother used that phrase - "He's a 'Naki boy" - as the basis for her speech about her son, telling the audience about how he exemplified the best of Taranaki: the skiing and surfing, the love of the outdoors, the lack of complaining, the enjoyment of family, the warmth toward other people and the land.  

Taranaki Hardcore


Taranaki Hardcore paraphernalia is one outward sign of Taranaki pride.  

People of all ages sport Taranaki Hardcore car stickers and clothing.  In our family, Danny loves his Taranaki Hardcore hoodie.

Mount Taranaki, the symbol of Taranaki

Mike took this picture on his way to work at an outlying hospital
I felt proud to be from Cache Valley, UT in a similar way that people are proud to be from Taranaki:  It's off the beaten path, so people don't usually come here unless there's a reason.  There's a certain amount of respect for people who deal with the slightly more extreme climate.  (Taranaki is on the wet side of the island.)  There isn't very much shopping available, and that means less focus on materialism or on looks.  Both counties have one town surrounded by a lot of farming country.


One difference between Taranaki and Cache Valley farming communities is how many boys drop out of school here to shear sheep, start a dairy herd, or begin some other hands-on profession.  Noah says that we'd be amazed at how many of the boys in his top-stream classes choose this instead of going to uni.  

Go the Naki!

Pictures from the finals game, which was held last Friday

The Pitch Invasion when the game was won
During the pitch invasion, somebody used coconut-tree-climbing techniques to climb nearly to the top of one of the goal posts.

The Tenderlinks Team.  The boys' YM's president in lower RH (Sione)
You can see some other pictures of Sione earlier this year here.  

Mike at the game.  A "try" is a touchdown in rugby

Go the Naki!

We feel very grateful to be living in Taranaki.  


Book of the week:  

We enjoyed this audiobook in the car.  




Monday, October 20, 2014

Beethoven's Shadow



I had the pleasure of taking Danny to play in the Piano Nationals this weekend, held in Palmerston-North.  


I loved having Mercy and Oak, the other principal pianists in the house, come along too.



We listened to 10 hours of incredible, live piano playing over a two-day period.  Kids found that they like listening to Bach Preludes more than Bach Fugues, and that Beethoven's Appassionata Sonata gets more amazing every time you hear it.

This short audio book hit the spot on the way home:
Biss shares his hopes and fears about recording the complete Beethoven sonatas


Also finished an epic audio book this week:




This book has been my running partner for the last 6 months or so.  It's not my usual genre, but (for me) it passes Nana's test of a good book, which is that it makes me want to be a better person.


Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Green: "Further up and further in"



We have miles and miles of this kind of GREEN in all directions from our home in New Zealand.  This is what much of the North Island looks like.  

I snapped these pictures from our car as we drove 4 hours from our home in New Plymouth to Rotorua.  

There are not very many people or buildings.  From our house in New Plymouth, we drive 3 hours through Green in any direction to reach another big town.  


 We drove all the way to the northern tip of the North Island once (11 hour drive), and the Green was still surrounding us on every side. 


It was memorable to drive through the Green while listening to "The Last Battle" by C.S.Lewis, in which all the true friends of Narnia find themselves traveling deeper and deeper into layers of Narnia, each new Narnia becoming more real. 


"The difference between the old Narnia and the new Narnia was like that.  The new one was a deeper country:  every rock and flower and blade of grass looked as if it meant more." (213)


"Further up and further in!" (the Narnians urge themselves deeper and deeper into the new Narnia)



Another favorite quote from this book:  "No warrior scolds.  Courteous words or else hard knocks are his only language." (152)

Too bad that traveling in glorious places doesn't actually make us into glorious people.  Just hours after finishing this glorious drive, listening to the glorious conclusion of "The Last Battle" in the car, I felt and acted like my worst self in a grocery store in Rotorua.  =sigh=

We enjoyed seeing a new color of green during our visit to Rotorua:



This is a close-up photo of the sulphur lake in Rotorua.

Mercy and Sage in front of the sulphur lake

 A couple of pictures for the grandparents...



Joyce's boots match our wisteria.  









Monday, October 6, 2014

Once a Year



Some of the best things in life happen once a year:  Christmas, Family reunions, Anniversaries, Springtime, Last day of school.... and my annual reunion with 3 amazing college friends.

This year we met in HAWAII, a midpoint, of sorts, between our current homes.  One of my friends grew up in Hawaii, so we also managed to keep our tradition of visiting one of our hometowns.
Jen and her 7 siblings were raised in this house in Laie

Spam and Rice for breakfast, anyone?
Our Local Girl showed us how to find ripe guava while hiking














I forgot about the international date line and arrived one day early.  One of the biggest travel mistakes I've made!


I tried to get the quintessential picture of each of my friends, but kept getting distracted by swimming and great conversations.  These pictures may not be exactly quintessential, but they sure remind me of happy times.

Jen, from Boise, ID


Melissa from Palo Alto, CA




Exfoliating scrub


Holly S. from Portland, OR

Picture taken at the Polynesian Cultural Center, which we loved
Forgot her swimsuit on a long, hot hike.  Who cares?
Watching sea turtles in the water

...and me, Holly J.

It's cold at first...
Happy now
I feel very, very thankful to have such inspiring, loving friends.  

Books

Read Aloud for Girls

I feel so betrayed!  I grew up at the height of the no-fat, high-carb trend.