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Te Ao Hou, June 1968, Page 59

old wooden table, and babble away in their native tongue. They enjoy themselves while I'm crouched under my stuffy bed. Oh, I could nearly cry with humiliation. Then, my aunt does a most terrible thing to me. Knowing that I love home-made bread and jam she pulls out a lovely brown loaf from her flax kit and shouts, ‘Raymond, baby! Haeremai te paraoa!’ Too hungry to resist the temptation I shamefully crawl from under my bed and walk shyly into the smoke-filled kitchen, covering the holes in the seat of my pants with my hands. My auntie places a thick piece of bread covered with a thick layer of jam into my eager hands. She then sits me on her big, stumpy thighs and holds me against her hunge bosoms and whispers in my ear, ‘You like my bread, Raymond, my baby?’ … Oh, how I hate visitors. Raymond Murray, Whangaruru. Pupils of Ratana Maori School have also sent in their first contributions.