At Tarawera
J)EAR. ANNE SHIRLEY, —We live approximately twenty miles north of Rotorua, and coming from Rotorua to Paengaroa is like coming down stairs with landings between each staircase. The hot pools and the bubbling mud at Rotorua fill one with a queer feeling. I have a lovely memory of a visit to Lake Tarawera, because, after we had sailed around the lake we walked through a veritable fairyland of trees, climbers, and wild flowers, down a little path, to a clearing, and rang the old bell that was buried, at the time of the eruption. This bell belonged to a church on the island in the middle of the lake. As we tolled the bell. Anno Shirley, we listened to the ageless, frowning hil]s, sending back to us the echo of a silver voice Beldom heard to-day.—From yoUr Bincere circler, Audrey Levis, Paengaroa.
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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXVII, Issue 23773, 28 September 1940, Page 3 (Supplement)
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