When your Dad is away fighting the politicians  war  your Granddad   soon becomes   your   BEST FRIEND
I'm bloody sorry mate but that's all the
missus will let me give you for
 A few years ago you would hear people ranting  about some  kid that had upset some buggers apple cart with, "bloody kids today don't know what it was like when we were kids." Today the favorite  is "it's all the parents fault", in both cases both generations have been born into the world  the preceding generation  had a hand in creating for them.  In the 40-50's we had the crystal set radio, and the balsa wood plane, some powered  by a propeller and a rubber band, & the little tank made from a cotton reel, a piece of candle, a tack, a match and again a rubber band. All things we could make ourselves will before we were 10. In our teens most had a bike, and our driving license, none I knew were still at home a year after leaving school and all were employed doing something the schools had prepared us for, consequently  most were in jobs that were some use to society as a whole.
While schools may go through the motions of educating kids their core purpose is to instill a group, gang or in New Zealand a tribal mentality into them, in readiness for the day when the spineless bureaucrats are told by ? that it is   time to blow the .ucking bugle again.
In this section I have endeavored to write a synopsis for this book, I have tried to be honest , but truthfully writing about something you have written yourself is rather difficult. Always in the back of your mind is the knowledge or the fact, that if  it's under done the book will not sell, but if it is over rated and the buyer is disappointed it won't be long before they will justifiably claim to have been RIPPED OFF and I certainly don't want that to happen. Previously when I was randomly selecting a page or two for the excerpts I could pick out the pages that I felt  would better clinch  the deal, however now by taking them in sequence while I feel it's more honest it probably  is not such a good idea when trying to convince somebody to buy it.
On the next page  you will notice even though Dad had a nick name  for the farm owner  he still addressed him as MR because of his position. Christ; today  adults encourage their 5 year olds to address their elders  by their Christian names.  The other day a  male school teacher told me how  wonderful it was that  kids   address him using a nick name of their choosing. ( This  useful fool that  has been educated post 1975 actually thinks it shows how much they respect him.)
Then others  wonder why  school leavers equipped with a certificate with no relevance to the position being applied for  expect to be treated differantly and paid  more than those their senior.
It is not long and Dad has a job on a farm at WHENUAKITE  (all the BOB BOOKS have a NZ map on the last page)  From there it's to MANAWARU for a few months and by the time we moved to ATHENREE where we were for a bit longer,  Ken and I had a little sister, Margaret. We also learnt all about eagles and their eye sight. Dad reckoned as the farm owner saw everything he call him eagle eye. (old eagle eyed Mr I'Anson) This book ROBBIE BOOK 01;  ISBN 9780473170967;   contains 42,700 words and numerous illustrations, it is written on 98, A5 pages covering the years 1941 - 1956,  it is written, edited, published, and completely produced my myself  (Bob Simmonds.) It is not a glossy, flashed up publication pretending to be something it is not, but a honest account  about how different life was just those few years ago for some of us growing up in mainly rural New Zealand. It has been put together from bits and pieces, dates written on letters or photos,  who knows if they are right or not, all of what is written has been done in the absence of Margaret who is GOD knows where so I have been unable to consult her. I have not been able to discuss every thing or all dates with Ken so most of it is my memory of what happened. Actually often, I have asked others something and we have not been able to agree on it, as we all seem to remember things differently, more as how they affected or influenced us. Each chapter tells some of the events that have stuck in my mind more vividly  than others. Chapter-01 PLIMMERTON. This is where I started school and where we were living when Dad came home after the Second World War and suddenly we had a real Dad, all the time,  for the first time in our lives. It must have been in those  years when the GYPSY BLOOD  took control, because we were forever packing up and moving some where, exactly as we ourselves have have done.
I could write much more about my family from those days, but as it was a fair while ago and I know I cannot get it all right.
There are no real secrets to hide but some things that many families would think are bugger all, can cause all sorts of  arguments etc, so I will take this bit of old advice. Some sleeping dogs are best left asleep, and leave it at that.
             ROBBIE BOOK 01

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