Bella’s blog

My mother has been researching our family line and found this funny little gem about my great, great, great grandmother Mrs. Tricklebank.

Evening Post, Volume XVI, Issue 280, 26 November 1878, Page 2 

It is somewhat extraordinary the insane desire some persons exhibit for getting into trouble. One of that class, a Mr. William Leonard, met with his deserts on Thursday, when he was relegated to Wanganui Gaol for two months, in default of a £10 fine inflicted for improper conduct in a railway carriage. It appears Mr. Leonard, being a second-class passenger, became tired of sitting upon the hard board, and by way of change seated him- self on the lap of Mrs. Eliza Tricklebank, the wife of a well-known respectable settler at Palmerston, following up that liberty with several attempts to kiss her. Mrs. Tricklebank very properly objected, and backed up her refusal with some “striking” proofs, where- upon Mr. Leonard transferred his attentions to another lady. Mr. Ward, the Police Magis- trate, who happened to witness the whole of the proceedings, paid a high compliment to Mrs. Tricklebank, for her courage in having the offender brought to punishment. Manawatu Times.

 Okay, okay it’s a crap poem but it’s the only one that has ever been published!

An old friend of mine from high school,  Troy Fraretta (Go Kelvin Grove High) just published a poem and I thought it was really beautiful and poignant, so here it is:

Why are you still searching.

When you’ve already found what your looking for.

Running around like a little boy lost.

Cant quite keep up with you.

So what was it they said.

That makes you restless

When others are in bed.

What was it they said.

To make you see with such search tears in your smile.

So what what was it, what was it

That made you cry your heart on your hands.

Oh poor boy, Oh poor girl.

Don’t you know you’re a man now.

Don’t you know you’re supposed to smile.

Look down at the others, self pity was shown the door.

You’ve risen so far and yet you see nothing of this world.

Nothing of yourself, where is your joy.

In simple pleasures.

In simple things.

The smile of a child looks upon you.

An angel may visit soon.

Then again it could always be a demon.

Your defenses at the ready my love.

Don’t you know you’re all grown up now.

Your old life turned inside out to the new you.

So where are you now.

Off again.

Chasing dragons down main street.

Chasing dreams that never came.

Where are you now.

Off again……………………….

Troy Fraretta