An interruption to the China series for something a little more topical. Hello from my hometown of Helensville (technically, the small adjacent settlement of Parakai) where I’ve spent Christmas with my parents and grandmother. Christmas nowadays gets shared between Wellington and Auckland in a mixture of new and old traditions.
A few years ago Mike and I started a Christmas Eve picnic thing around the Wellington south coast. We held it a couple of nights earlier this time and on a stellar summer evening we returned to a favourite spot, a park commemorating NZ’s worst modern day maritime disaster, the Wahine ferry sinking in 1968. This sprawling rocky shoreline is an interesting place to fossick for photos and watch the setting sun.
One final day of work and one long drive north later, I woke up in Parakai on December 25th. These days the family Christmas doesn’t get off to the early excited start that it once used to and left to my own devices I like to head out early for a walk into Helensville. (Unless one has a broken toe like one had last year.)
Christmas Day lunch is sometimes hot, sometimes cold. Courtesy of a beautiful summer’s day, this time it was cold and al fresco on Mum and Dad’s deck.
In past years a common practice would be to visit an old family friend for Christmas lunch on his farm at the end of South Head. In a post last Christmas I pondered that it may have been my last visit there, and with his passing earlier this year that has proved true. So a new tradition began: visiting his plaque in the Helensville Cemetery. It’s a picturesque place, overlooking the Kaipara River and full of crumbling headstones.
For dinner we were joined by my brother and his family. Kyle and Maria are expecting their first baby together so next Christmas will see the forming of new traditions.
And from a new childhood in the making to a flashback of mine – my original stocking and a hand puppet both made by Mum a zillion years ago. They’ll be returning to Wellington with me. I might put the stocking up next year and see what happens…
Love your photos of beach, flowers and family. What else do you need for a memorable Christmas…? The puppet too 😉 Happy holidays and new year!
Hi Amit, thanks very much – and Happy New Year to you!
A lovely read as usual, Haley. It is all so interesting to read about other cultures and how you celebrate Christmas; All the photos are so enjoyable. Really lovely. I saw a plant that is sold here in nurseries in the states. It looked to be the bottle brush but I could be mistaken.
Thank you, so nice to get your comment. We have bottlebrush as well, a lovely brilliant red, though it gets overshadowed by our native pohutakawa trees if we’re having a nice hot summer – which we have been. My 97 year old grandmother commented yesterday that she’s never seen pohutakawas blooming quite like this before.
Wishing you all the best for 2015 Yvonne.
Thank you, Haley. I’m wishing you and yours a lovely New Year as well.
Beautiful photos, especially the Wellington picnic – you have really captured the feel of a beautiful summer evening in Wellington. Happy New Year, and I’ll look forward to reading about your 2015 travels.
Thank you Carringtonia, likewise!