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To: Maurice Winn who wrote (101206)	6/18/2013 4:21:47 PM
From: Maurice Winn	Respond to of 220000

Leaving friends and social context behind is exacerbated by life's sadnesses in death. Being in Antwerp when my wife's father was dying in NZ was difficult. Mail being as it was 26 years ago, the Belgians collected the daily letter and they all arrived at once not long before death. An earlier 5 week personal visit by my wife while I looked after 4 x children was some solace. So the daily walk to the New Zealand letter box was not rewarded by a pleasant surprise but an empty hand. I have a diary from Jessie [my grandfather's sister] who came on a ship to NZ about 1872 as a child and orphan with 3 younger siblings and an aunt. They were orphaned as both their parents died within months of each other in their mid thirties from tuberculosis. One of their sons died in NZ after some time [from tuberculosis]. The diary describes life on the ship and the burials at sea as various people, mainly children, died en route from "scarletina". My grandmother who married that grandfather arrived in NZ as a young child with 2 sisters, with a mother but no father having escaped the Franco-Prussian war of 1870 from Alsace, making it to NZ after the siege of Paris. Life was dinkum tough back then and often ended soon after the beginning. I didn't mean to be cavalier about the ease and fun of overseas and mobile assignments these days. Now that I think of it, it can be really tough and especially so back in the day. But these days, traveling business class, the journey to and from England is a doddle and they serve quite nice wine too. Nobody dies en route and they do not dump bodies over the side. Friends and family then were left behind forever. The whole of USA, NZ etc are full of people whose ancestors were from somewhere else 1000 years ago [Amerindians arriving a few thousand years before that]. Somewhere in Africa there are perhaps a few people whose ancestors are all from that place and always were going back 200,000 years. For the rest of us, a nomadic existence is the norm as proven by maternal mitochondria haplotype. Up one family tree, I did find one town and family line which was 5 generations born in one small town in eastern England. Come to think of it, 7 generations have now lived in Auckland with 5 born here as one of my cousins has great grandchildren, so maybe that's not so long. Stylized sign of the times: Mqurice