Thursday, July 28, 2022

Close your eyes, have no fear, the monster's gone, he's on the run and your daddy's here (John Lennon)


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Some true facts for you: July 26, 2022 has come and gone. July 26, 1928 was Graham Purdy's birthdate. He would have been 94 this week. It's now been 13 years since he passed away. I think about him every day.

Some opinions for you: I enjoy re-reading a specific post from this blog each year. The post itself is 12 years old! Here it is again, in case you've missed it (slightly modified for 2022):

This post is dedicated to Graham Purdy (26 July 1928 - 21 September 2009) because without Graham's world there would be no Wozza's world.   Funny how time passes. It's been an unbelievable 42 years since John Lennon was murdered. It's been 39 years since my mother passed away. It's now been a year without dad and those moments remain raw wounds. Rather than settle into a depressed mood, though, I'd prefer to be upbeat. As Groucho Marx said,
"I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I'm going to be happy in it."
So I'd rather commemorate Sept 21 with a celebration of a great life via some pictures of father and son(s) and grandad (or as he signed himself - Deedoo II) for our children. First though - some context:


This was Graham's world as four generations of Purdy are captured here by dad's clever organisation and automatic shutter release in the 1960s. Left to right - William Nugent Purdy (his grandfather), Graham Nugent Purdy himself, Christina Amelia Purdy (his mother), Warren Nugent Purdy (his first son), Harry Purdy [a.k.a. Deedoo] (his father), Dulcie Mary Purdy (his wife), Ross Graham Purdy (his second son). We are pictured on the steps at his parents' house in Reimers Ave, Auckland (a.k.a Rochdene).



Dad with 'the boys'. This was taken, also by automatic shutter release, on a holiday in Tutakaka east of Whangarei (which is north of Auckland).


GNP and WNP. We often stopped off for lunch in Hamilton Gardens (Purdys love routine - we were taught by a master), at a great spot by the Waikato River. Clearly we were well organised - picnic lunch with thermos of tea.



As a teenager I often attended family holidays to Te Rangiita (Taupo). This was taken on one of our last fishing trips together as a family. Pretty soon I would outgrow them and start some family routines of my own with Jacky.



Deedoo II and the gee-kids (L to R: Adam; Samantha; Jade; Keegan) in the nineties at Mickey D's in Auckland.



One of the last father/son photos I have. Thirty years apart - we were so very different, yet so very alike.

Dad loved the Marx brothers so here's a parting thought from Groucho:

The first thing which I can record concerning myself is, that I was born. These are wonderful words. This life, to which neither time nor eternity can bring diminution - this everlasting living soul, began. My mind loses itself in these depths.

Sunday, July 24, 2022

The unexamined life is not worth living (Socrates)



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A Near Death Experience (NDE) is bound to have certain affects.

Although I have not had any sensation of being outside of my body, or any visions of angels, or feelings of transcendence, I still feel changed in some sense as a consequence of that serious car accident.

As it happened, after the Tuesday accident I got back into my life quite quickly: Thursday, I went to a scheduled hospital appointment; Friday I returned to work; and Sunday I flew to Brisbane with family for a long planned for reunion in Noosa.

Fearless is a 1993 movie starring Jeff Bridges as a person who survives a plane crash. He develops an extreme preoccupation with a new perspective on life as a result. 

According to the article I read on Wikipedia, this is consistent with certain changes associated with those who have had an NDE, such as  a greater appreciation for life, higher self-esteem, greater compassion for others, less concern for acquiring material wealth, a heightened sense of purpose and self-understanding, desire to learn, elevated spirituality, greater ecological sensitivity and planetary concern, a feeling of being more intuitive.

I can identify with two aspects of these (higher self-esteem and a feeling of being more intuitive) but in my case it feels more like a reiteration and enhancement of my existing perspective on life.

Without being too egotistical about things, I really do appreciate the life I live, and I've never been that concerned with material wealth. At various times, I've written about my sense of purpose and awareness around what motivates me, as well as a continuing desire to learn and challenge myself. 

Weirdly though, in the last three weeks, I have felt higher self-esteem and a new kind of confidence in myself and my special set of skills as a consequence of the NDE (that swerve at the right time). It's difficult to quantify, but it's been a definite feeling.

The other, more tangible thing, is that I am a lot more mindful of my driving now. As a poster I used to have says 'Win The Rat Race - You're Still A Rat!' So passing maneuvers and what the idiots ahead of me and behind me are doing are much more front and centre in my thinking.

Again - a reiteration of Be Here Now, really.


Love and deep peace of the flowing air to you - Wozza

Tuesday, July 19, 2022

Someday I'll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me; where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops - that's where you'll find me (Billy Thorpe version)

Air New Zealand's DC8 service to Sydney in the sixties


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As you know from that previous post, I have just returned from Australia. Our family holiday in Oz was the first one in some while.

Outside of visiting Aussie airports in transit to elsewhere, the last time I had an actual family holiday there was in 1973 with mum, dad, and Ross.

I know it was 1973 because I bought a slew of albums back to NZ, like Led Zeppelin's Houses Of The Holy.

Prior to that '73 family holiday we had also gone to Sydney in the sixties - 1965 or 1966 (I was 8 or 9, Ross 6/7) and 1968 or 1969 (I was 11 or 12).

Ross and I are vague on the exact dates. In my head we were there 1966 and 1969 as well as 1973 but it could be a year earlier.

Each time we stayed in Kings Cross (sic). I'm not sure why. Maybe the central location or the rail links? Maybe Burroughs Wellcome had an office close by?




My randomly compiled memories of those three trips:

  • Flying into Sydney and seeing red dirt and brown grass alongside the runway.
  • Getting off that DC8 in 1965/66 and walking across the tarmac and seeing groups of American soldiers on R'n'R from Vietnam.
  • Walking around Kings Cross - seeing that famous El Alamein Fountain, dad buying and enjoying Grissini Breadsticks (exotic)
  • Visiting the David Jones department store and buying Dinky toys/Hot Wheels and vinyl (Sgt. Pepper's, Deep Purple's Made in Japan, Moody Blues' Seventh Sojourn, Houses of the Holy among them).
David Jones department store
  • Catching underground trains (Underground Trains!!!), walking down the slope to the platform and seeing that donut making machine in the window and eating hot fresh cinnamon donuts from a bag. Whaaaat???
  • Walking across the Harbour bridge
  • A trip out to Bondi Beach
  • Boat ride across Darling Harbour to Taronga Park Zoo.
  • Visiting the Blue Mountains and the cable car ride, we visited a colleague of dad's at their house on that bit as well.
  • Having a special fish lunch with dad in a large restaurant that (I think) was part of a large department store. Mum took Ross (he's allergic fish) off somewhere else.
  • Ross enjoying a visit to the cockpit of the plane (pretty sure that happened - to get a stamp or a signature from the pilots I think - different times in the sixties)
  • Broken bottles cemented in around the top of a wall acting as an effective deterrent but come on - broken bottles!!
  • A bad flight back from that 1973 visit - put me off flying for a long time!
  • Wanting to watch The Beatles Yellow Submarine on the TV but mum insisted we were going out for a walk! I was not happy! The Beatles on TV! The agony.
  • Eating exotic cereals like Fruit Loops and Cocoa Puffs.
  • Watching different channels on TV. Watching cartoons on TV. Whaaaat? (Australia was like Disneyland for us - so many things we didn't have at home in Royal Oak).
Why did all of those distinct (hopefully accurate) memories pop into my head? Apart from the family holiday, I managed to pick up copies of Billy Thorpe's two books. The first of which is called Sex and Thugs and Rock'n'Roll: A Year in Kings Cross 1963 - 1964.

Given we were on a family holiday in Kings Cross at roughly the same time as Billy Thorpe was getting his career started there, albeit in a totally different Kings Cross to that one we were experiencing, it evokes many memories - all good (apart from that flight back in 1973).

Weird really - our totally innocent, NZ, super straight, conservative, nuclear family must have looked incredibly alien to the usual inhabitants of the Cross. I sensed this at the time. There were those soldiers from Vietnam for a start. They weren't there to shop at David Jones and visit Taronga Park Zoo. No sir! I was also aware of adult entertainment happening in the area - hard not to be when The Pink Pussycat and Les Girls are adding to the scenery.

But, we were so young and innocent. The sixties were happening around our family bubble - we weren't immersed in it at all. Seeing men and women cuddling and kissing in public wasn't something we ever witnessed in Auckland.

Although we were at an impressionable age, Ross and I were just kids, enjoying the new-ness of flying overseas in giant planes and experiencing the huge city that we found ourselves in. 

I mean: multiple television channels!! Wowsers!

Love and peace - Wozza

Thursday, July 14, 2022

Reunited and it feels so good, reunited 'cause we understood (Peaches and Herb)

 

Full cast: Ashleigh, Adam, Andrew, Samantha, Jade, Me and Jacky - Peregian Beach, July 2022


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Dateline: July term break in Noosa, Qld, 'Stralia.

Purpose: To celebrate Jacky's birthday from April with the Purdettes


Hence the party hats

Absent: first born - Keegan (complications with travel to and from China)

Agenda: Reunion and celebration

Cast: Samantha Purdy and Andrew Kalicki; Ashleigh and Adam Purdy; Jade and Asher Purdy; Papa and Mema (a.k.a. the Birthday Girl)


Drew, Jadey Wadey, Fanfa, & Adamski


Most families will be able to relate to the difficulty getting all of the band back together. In this family's case we are flung like jewels upon the sea - USA, China, Australia, and New Zealand are hosts to the four Purdettes.

It requires a landmark occasion to get us all to put aside our regular lives and make a date for a reunion. In this case - Jacky's 60th.



Three generations of Purdy men chilling.


This one featured Asher falling in the water at Noosa beach during the walk to Dolphin Point, an epic game of Monopoly (won by Donut Boy - yours truly), a trip to Australia Zoo (we all love Steve Irwin) to see crocs (crikey), elephants, and to pat kangaroos, but most of all it featured laughter galore around meals, trampolines and family games.

Love and peace - Papa

Sunday, July 10, 2022

Oh, and in another year the pain will disappear and I will look back on this life as if it were a scene (Tom Cochrane)

Contrary to a friend's thought -
I am NOT armed with a screwdriver wondering where to start!


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Me? Yeah - good thanks. Although I did have a serious car accident this week. The good news is that I walked away from that wreck unscathed apart from a sore chest (seatbelt impact) and sore nose (who knows - steering wheel or airbag or a flying object - definitely some plastic fragments and glass got in there).

Given the state of the car, people have said how lucky I am to survive it.

But I don't think it was luck.

The events of 5th July, 2022 will stay with me forever, I suspect.

Here's what happened...

I was driving from Hastings to home in Takapau, on State Highway 50. It was dark and there was some light rain. I was travelling the speed limit (100kph).

I had been driving for 50 mins and was 2 mins from home.

I came off a long straight and started a left turn down a small decline when I had a premonition something was in my way on my side of the road. It appeared to be stationary. There were no lights showing so my split second thought was that it was an animal, but then, a nano-second later, it seemed to be something else.

I swerved hard to the right to avoid whatever it was.

Feeling myself launch violently forward, various things happened immediately that I have no recollection of (airbags going off, seat belt tightening over my chest, making impact at 100 kph to something solid, coming to a stop).



My first thought - I'm alive. Then - oh shit! I'm facing oncoming traffic (the impact had shunted me across the road). So I pushed the door as hard as I could and got out and walked to the grass verge.

Turns out I'd hit a truck trailer fully laden with square bales of baleage, being towed by a tractor. 


A similar rig to this but with another layer of bales, night time,
wet, stationary, and no lights. So it looked to me like this...



The driver approached me full of apologies. I kept saying, "You had no lights on! Where were your lights?" 

A car from the Takapau end of SH 50 came around the corner towards me, slowed and stopped. The headlights showed my driver door. Needing to phone Jacky, I went back to the car and found my wallet and phone on the floor covered in a fine layer glass and debris. I got my umbrella out of the back of the car (it was raining remember), and grabbed a couple of face masks because my nose was bleeding inside and out. I tried to grab my ipod but it dropped into the car somewhere (I've since found it at the wreckers yard). 

I wandered to where the trailer was and squatted down and waited.

Then all sorts of things started happening all at once kind of - I phoned Jacky, the employers of the driver arrived - offering me shelter in their ute, traffic banked up on both sides, the siren in Takapau went off calling the volunteer fire brigaders, the police arrived, Jacky arrived somehow getting past all the banked up traffic, the ambulance arrived, the fire brigade arrived...and everyone wanted to know what had happened.

Feeling kind of embarrassed I did my best to answer their questions, but I didn't mean to cause all this ruckus. As a school principal, I have no problem being the centre of attention at work, but I don't like fuss generally. Ordinarily, I prefer to stand back. But now - none of that was possible.

As my body went into shakes and the shock waves hit me, the paramedics checked me out. 

It was all going well - I could remember the morning before school, morning tea and what I was doing periods 3 to 6. But I had a blank from 9.00 until 10.30.

For the life of me I couldn't tell the paramedics and Jacky what I'd done during that time.

As I was searching my brain for this information a member of the public brought me my glasses. They had flown  a few metres away from the wreckage through the broken windscreen and were somehow found in the grass. Amazing.

So, following the paramedics recommendation - off to ED I went. Back to Hastings, at night, in a car. Not what I wanted. Along the way I realised I'd supervised two students doing resubs and completed the admin on them. But it was too late.

At ED I was met by my lead Campus Administrator - he was amazed to see me walking and talking! I was less surprised to see him - care and compassion is one of our key values and we live it in our organisation!

ED policy of seeing car accident victims inside 10 minutes meant I was heading home soon afterwards having being checked out with an ultrasound and told I was, as I'd told them, fine.

It's been a few days now and already it all seems like scenes from a movie.



I've relived it a few times in my head (especially that night and next day) and I've had to repeat the events a lot - to family, friends, parents at school, and the police. That's helped - because, it's taken on scenes from a movie status. Writing all this down now is also cathartic.

Turns out neither the trailer or tractor were registered, the lights had never worked on the trailer. And he was stationary because he had slowed down to make a left turn into a lay by.

Again - I don't think I was lucky.

It was all supposed to happen to me, I think, to spare the women behind me. She was in an older model low slung saloon, my car was a sturdy, new CX5, so higher than a saloon, with all the modern safety features.

I fear the outcome would have been dramatically different for her.

My swerve to the right saved my life (straight on and I'd have ended up underneath the trailer, swerve to the left and all the energy hitting the trailer would have killed me), the airbags and seatbelt made sure I was as safe as possible, my quick thinking to exit the car as soon as poss potentially saved me as well.

The other thing people have said - you had an angel looking after you. To which I've replied - actually, at least two and I've thanked them!


Swerve right saved me.
Swerve left and I'm goneburger

In the end no one was killed or even seriously injured. The split second anger at the injustice of it all has long gone. I'm fine and I've moved on.

Plus, if I didn't know it before, I really know it now - I have a lot of people around the world who care for me! So many kind people have reached out to see how I am and if I needed anything - including my work colleagues and employers, my family and friends all over the place. Thank you team!!

Turns out neither the trailer or tractor were registered, and according to the farmer, the lights had never worked on the trailer. And he was stationary because he had slowed down to make a left turn into a lay by.

I've been a little off in my thinking since that night - can't think of a name or a word at times, and I think I've repeated that last paragraph a bit further up. To the question - did you black out at all? I've answered, "I don't think so", but my brain was travelling at a 103kph and then it stopped really abruptly, and that can't be a good thing. 

Other questions you may be asking: no, my life did NOT flash before me, and it didn't take place in slow motion - I had no time to think as I rounded the corner doing a 103kph and as headlights picked up an object, beyond a split second reflex action (no time to hit the brakes even, so no dramatic skid marks).

My family reaction? After the initial shock/horror, was that it will certainly make for a good blog post!

Love and peace - WNP

Wednesday, July 6, 2022

July - like a firecracker, I'm aglow (Neil Sedaka)

Photo by Behnam Norouzi
on Unsplash

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A former colleague suggested these six questions to check in to see how you're going at the halfway point of the year (A.K.A. pulse taking). Thanks, Mandy.

Here they are (plus my answers):

  1. What are you most proud of over the last 6 months? Gaining a promotion at my stage of life was a big lift and so I'm proud of myself for following through. I continue to be immensely proud of Jacky and our children - forging a path through challenging times.
  2. Who did you enjoy spending time with so far this year, and why? Same answer as every year really - Jacky and the people I am privileged to work with at school.
  3. What didn't go so well in the last 6 months? Until yesterday I would have said - nothing important stands out. Up to then I would have said that I could have done without having to replace the hot water cylinder but...meh. That was before a serious road crash that I walked away from pretty much unscathed. Very appreciative of modern cars today.
  4. What did you learn from it? Some days the bear eats you, some days you eat the bear (I knew this already but it stands up to repetition). 
  5. At the end of these next 6 months (31st December 2022), what would you have liked to achieve? An overseas trip to England to see Irene Purdy and my cousin, Christine. Irene turned 100 during the last year while travel restrictions ere happening as covid-19 was rampant so Jacky and I have an itch to scratch.
  6. What word or phrase will guide you for the rest of the year?  Follow your bliss (that's for every year).
Love and peace - Wozza

Friday, July 1, 2022

Something is happening but you don't know what it is, do you Mr. Jones (Bob Dylan)


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I had another one of those moments this week. You know the kind - when you see a photo of yourself and you stare at it trying to work out if it's you or not. Because, surely, that old guy can't be you. Can it?

This one, taken on a recent school workplace visit to Hustler with my Year 13 students (see Baggy Trousers) was on Linkedin.

Inside, I feel the same as I did in my early twenties, but cameras don't really lie, do they? Dagnabbit.

Love and peace - Wozza