- Posted October 24, 2013 by
Auckland, New Zealand
This iReport is part of an assignment:
The written word: Your personal essays
Mark G Brewer's Story: An Immigrant to New Zealand
During my father's service he was stationed with a battalion from New Zealand and had heard all about the natural beauty in the country. During one of his R&R trips he had the pleasure to visit New Zealand, Auckland and Christchurch to be specific.
The Mark Brewer, Sr. spent 3 weeks in New Zealand, fishing, drinking, and enjoying the sunshine before having to return to the war.
Upon completing his service for the Queen, my father decided to take advantage of the government's farm settlements for returning soldiers, and was offered a plot of land in the southern part of the country, where he raised sheep and barley. It was in the summer of 47 that he met my mother at the annual town fair. A milkmaid from a farm on the other side of the mountains, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen (or so the story goes). A mutual friend introduced my father to my would-be mother at the fair, and they went off and chatted while their farms presented the animals they brought to the competitions.
Introductions aside, Mark Brewer and Anita Gresh had remained in contact via telephone (no facebook then!) and saw each other most Saturdays.
When my father had finally mustered the courage to ask my mother's hand in marriage, her father had actually said my father could not marry her. It took some persuasion on my father's part but they were finally given blessing.
When the big ceremony was underway, few knew my mother was already pregnant with me. Had my strict grandparents known I dont think the ceremony would have happened. The Brewer family came down from the UK for the wedding, and both sides of the family were introduced for the first time.
When I was born, my father insited that I share his birth name and I was named Mark Brewer.