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Errant Canadian

 

A ROVING CANADIAN

In the same impromptu manner that I flew the maternal nest on my 16th birthday, I jumped my ship the "SS Dingwall" in Wellington N.Z.
A tempestuous journey from Auckland, where I had left a south-sea beauty, had prompted my decision.
An empty bank balance soon followed a torrid romance. The absence of U-boats in the Pacific and ample water between the mines impeded my efforts to get another ship as vacancies were quickly filled by Kiwi volunteers.
So, I found myself in exile in a socialist country.
Arrested after a fracas in the Wairaki Hotel, I was charged with ship desertion after a bruised loser squealed. After a one-month's stay in Her Majesty's grey boarding house, I sailed to Australia but not before satisfying the Inland Revenue even though I hadn't worked as yet. I owe this settlement to a fast racehorse. On arrival in the smallest continent, I targeted North Queensland where rumours had it that you could make good money cutting sugar cane. The tropical heat made this work very hard but I made a dollar and learnt to live with venomous snakes.
It's at the Blue Bird Café that I've met destiny Mary was a Kiwi on a working holiday and was serving tables. She won my heart through my stomach: Her lure to catch this fish was a bigger platter and I bit hook line and sinker. After a marriage in Lyttelton, we lived some blissful years on the seaside at Kairaki which resulted in four children.
Cancer took Mary away in October 1978 but these four children have brought me eight grand children.
Yes! I am the very first Daigneault in Australasia.
I live at:

260 Edgeware road, Christchurch, New Zealand.

This will get to me:

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                                                    Un Canadien Errant

      

 De la meme maniere dont j'avais quitte
                                    ma maison paternelle sur la journee de
                                   mon 16 ieme anniversaire, je desertais
                                    mon bateau a Wellington N.Z. apres une
                                    violente traversee d'Auckland ou j'avais
                                       laisse mon coeur. Apres une torride
                                   romance et un compte de banque vide, j'ai
                                   tout fait pour joindre un autre bateau mais
                                   sans succes. Il n'y avait aucun danger de
                                    U-Boats dans le sud du Pacific, alors il y
                                     avait bien des volontaires et je me suis
                                   trouve en exile dans un pays socialiste. La
                                    police m'arreta apres un fracas dans une
                                    hotel a Wairaki et il me chargea de "ship
                                   desertion" apres qu'un porteur d'oeil noir
                                    me rapporta.. Prisonier pour un mois en
                                      depit de crier "Deportation" en pleine
                                  court! A la sortie de prison, j'embarque sur
                                   un bateau pour l'Australie mais pas avant
                                  de payer une fortune pour une clairance de
                                  taxe d'impot estime... je n'avais meme pas
                                   travaille et c'est seulement un bon cheval
                                     qui m'a permit de payer ca. Je me suis
                                    dirige vers le nord ou on me disait qu'un
                                   homme pouvait faire une fortune a couper
                                   de la canne a sucre. J'ai fondu a vue d'oeil
                                  mais j'ai fait une piastre et j'ai connu la vie
                                   avec les serpents. C'est au Blue Bird Cafe
                                     que j'ai rencontrer mon destin. Elle me
                                      servait plus de patates que les autres
                                    waitresses. C'etait une Kiwi en "working
                                     holidays". Elle etait a la peche pour un
                                      poisson et son appas etait une grosse
                                        serve de patates et j'avais mordu
                                        crochet... ligne et pesee! Apres un
                                  marriage a Lyttelton, on a passe des belles
                                   annees sur le bord de la mer a Kairaki qui
                                     resulterent a quatre enfants. Le cancer
                                    emporta Mary en Octobre 1978 mais ces
                                    quatre enfants m'ont apporte huit petits
                                         enfants . Oui Je suis le premier
                                           Daigneault en Australie et en
                                                  Nouvelle-Zelande.

 

                          
                                                
                                                                                         To contact us:
                                      260 Edgeware road Christchurch New
                                                        Zealand
                                                   Kiwi-Guy@inet.net.nz
 
 

Snail mail was the only contact with family for eleven years

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