Rodney, you were my big brother, my nemesis, and my hero. You
always seemed so brave. It goes without saying you’ve had a profound impact on
my life. I loved you and I feared you. You were as quick to hurt as you were to
be hurt. So what to say when most of it’s been said...
Our childhood was a funny one. We were typical farm kids. We
had animals galore on our little 5 acre lot. Cows, sheep, goats, pigs,
chickens, pet cats, pet dogs, and pet rabbits and even a parakeet. And with
animals came the need for electric fences. And my brother had this special knack of
working out if they were going or not. So it was Rodney mum used to send
out to check to see if the electric fence was going – simple – he’d just hang
onto it and say “Yep! It’s going.” Or “No it’s not.” None of the rest of us
were game for that. And it was a handy trick when it came to our trips to Ted’s
farm across the road mushrooming and exploring the shooting range. Just like Mum we’d ask Rodney if the fences were electric…until he worked out how much
fun it was to tell us it was off when it was on. Nice!
It's no real surprise that later I screamed and ran when he started chasing me with a Stick Insect or a Praying Mantis yelling “It’s ok! It’s not poisonous!” Not only were they freaking ugly things but they just happened to be in my brother’s hand – I still have a fear of those things today.
It's no real surprise that later I screamed and ran when he started chasing me with a Stick Insect or a Praying Mantis yelling “It’s ok! It’s not poisonous!” Not only were they freaking ugly things but they just happened to be in my brother’s hand – I still have a fear of those things today.
The fun we had as kids building tree forts and playing in them with you, Rodney,
in the trees out the front. And, later, graduating to castles, in the 2 piles of left-over concrete blocks from building the new house. Forming
opposing factions with the Rutters, the Goldings, the Dollimores or any visitors keen for a plum fight or stone
fight from the turrets we'd built into them. And learning to ride your motorbike – obviously
where I got my love of motorbikes from.
I didn’t realise how strong an impact Rodney had had on me
until I started teaching. I remember one of my first lessons at Otaki College
as a student teacher – a rough bunch of fourth formers who, after my
introduction, proudly stated, “We’re gonna make you cry, Miss.”
“Hah!” I thought, “Bring it on – I came to this school too,
and you obviously haven’t had a brother like mine”.
I hadn’t realised until then how he had taught me how to
handle whatever came my way and pick myself up, brush myself off and just get on with it. Thus I
survived the rough first years of teaching and am now teaching an awesome bunch
of fourth formers – or in modern terms “Year 10’s”. We are currently studying
the movie 10 Things I Hate About You and
I have used this as the inspiration behind my tribute to my brother
“10 things I hated about you”
I hated the way you teased us all and the way you didn’t
share.
I hated the way you changed the rules when we played truth and dare
I hated the way you changed the rules when we played truth and dare
I hated
when you tripped or hit me when I beat you in a race
I hated when you hurt yourself and others at our place
I hated
how you hurt mum and dad and sometimes made them cry
I hated the way you were so bright but mostly that you didn’t have to try
I hated when you drank too much – even more, that it scared me,
I hated the way you were so bright but mostly that you didn’t have to try
I hated when you drank too much – even more, that it scared me,
I hated how some friends didn’t understand just how
frightening you could be
I hated
the migraines that made you sick and totally ruined your eye
I hated that you left us so soon and I didn’t get to say
goodbye.
I hated how you had no control and we couldn’t keep you from
your fall.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you — Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you — Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all