Rotorua

Here is a photograph, 1928 we think.

The man on the right is my father who

after injuring his neck when a car rolled

was sent from Auckland to Rotorua

for treatment.

I don't know what the

treatment consisted of, or for how long

it took place, but I value how

Rotorua still has the feeling of the

Sanitorium.

Milton, my father was never able

to turn his head very far to the right

for the rest of his life.

As a boy

I found it a little creepy that he

slept on the flat of his back,

arms by his sides,

eyes staring steadfastedly

at the ceiling

parade ground like.

Directly over

my parents double

bed in their bedroom at

Brown's Bay there we

two searingly vivid white fluorescent lights.

They added to the Stephen King effect.

Under my father's left arm

he holds a folding camera in

a leather case. Our family

is thankful to him for the

photographic legacy that he left

us.

The name of the guide I do not know

at present. It may be that someone

does know her identity, if so please

let me know, she may have family

who would find comfort in her image.