Mosgiel

I found them

in Dunedin, Mosgiel, and

in Invercargill.

So.

We'll get to the telly in a moment.

But first, Christine joins me from Mosgiel.

Hi, Christine.

Hi.

I'm looking at road closures.

Between Mosgiel and Middlemarch, that is closed.

Snow between Lake Hāwea and Makarora that is closed.

A slip.

Um, so I grew up in, in South Otago.

Um, moved, um, up to Mosgiel when I was at high school.

I went to John McGlashan College.

Um, I've got an older brother, Matt.

All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain.

For more information, or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Read by Beeswax Candle The Home of the Echoes by Frank W. Borum Mosgiel Five and twenty years ago tonight I arrived at Mosgiel after my long, long voyage from the other side of the world.

the little place must always be to me a riot of memory i have sometimes wondered whether during the twelve years that i spent there i missed any strange experience that might conceivably have come my way looking back across the past at that first ministry of mine it really seems to me that from being summoned to attend a shuddering felon on the gallows to being commissioned by a too bashful lover with the responsibility of proposing to a blushing maid on his behalf I tasted every pain and pleasure, sounded every deep and shallow of the ministerial life.

It would, of course, be easy to place on record a few of these adventures, but they would, I am afraid, furnish lugubrious reading.

It never occurred to me for an instant that I should be drawn into the vortex of its squalor.

Returning one afternoon from a visit to a sick child at a distant farm, i found a letter in a large official envelope awaiting me i tore it open curiously but casually it was from the sheriff of the jail the wretched man lying under sentence of death had sought my help and the authorities requested me to leave by the first train the horror of it nearly froze my blood i do not know how our first parents felt as they exchanged the garden for the wilderness but i know how i felt as i turned my back upon the fields and farms around my quiet manse and prepared to plunge into this realm of sordid guilt and hideous tragedy happily The sentence was, at the last moment, commuted, and I was spared the terrible ordeal that, since opening the sheriff's letter, had haunted my imagination night and day.

This, however, was not strictly a memory of Mosgiel.

The case was not a Mosgiel case.

I'm a lot younger than Mary, but coming 83 and saying Ōpōho, um, I grew up in Dunedin, and Ōpōho is the way that you say that.

I was a Mosgiel girl, and the Taieri Plains is how you pronounce Taieri.

And, um-

So, so, s- s- sorry, Nikki.

Good on you, Hannah.

A text from Joe saying, guys, I live in Mosgiel.

The New World cakes there are brilliant.

They taste incredible and the decorations on them are lovely as well.

Good on you, Hannah.

A text from Joe saying, guys, I live in Mosgiel.

The New World cakes there are brilliant.

They taste incredible and the decorations on them are lovely as well.