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Who remembers the July 27-28, 1957 snow in Dunedin and around the region? I came across some of the ODT coverage when I was looking for something else in the archives and it sounds like it was a big fall.
In a geeky way, I was curious to see if there was any warning of the impending snow in the weather forecasts in the ODT a day or so earlier. There was vague reference to cold southerlies and rain or snow developing, but nothing specific. It made me realise how much better our forecasts are now.
Keen to hear from you if you have some vivid recollections of that snowy weekend 61 years ago.
Acts of kindness
I had a call from Rosslyn on Friday morning, who was still bubbling about a chance encounter with kindness the previous day.
She had parked in the Golden Centre car park and was having difficulty with the ticket machine.
In the spirit of positivity, I’d love to hear from you about those small acts of kindness from strangers that really made your day.
Erin, of Dunedin, offers this one: Fun run.
Yep, absolutely agree. How can any run be fun?And Doug Leggett found one on the front page of Friday’s ODT in the story about the $22.3 million Lotto win.
"It was amusing to read [Central Otago district councillor] Martin McPherson’s advice to the Central Otago Lotto winner to ‘keep it secret, and shop local’.
"An oxymoron, surely?"
Yes I’m sure that would get a few tongues wagging.
The smells return
Trevor Norton, of Temuka, emailed saying he was surprised nobody had mentioned that sickly sweet smell of silage in the catalogue of offensive odours.
He also mentioned the not often heard-of skill of fettling.
"About eight years ago I was looking to have a bronze plaque made for the Jim Dunkley memorial tree plantings in Hampden. I called on a few foundries for some prices.
"I walked into the office of Giltech Precision Castings in Willowbank, Dunedin, and was hit by the familiar odour that is produced by fettling. It’s a unique smell, not unpleasant.
"It brought back memories of a brief period in my life when I worked in a foundry some 40 years previous.
"I must have made a comment on the distinctive smell to the woman at the counter. I remember her saying to me something like, ‘If you know what that smell is, there’s a job here for you. You can start now if you want!’
"Kind, but no, I didn’t want."