| Ronald Austin Borrie |
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Born 11 May 1916, Kingston on Thames, Surrey, England Died 31 May 1995, Hastings Hawkes Bay, New Zealand Buried 3 June 1995, Hastings Cemetary Father, Frank Borrie Mother, Edith Mary Plamer married Joan Margaret Sullivan in 1944 Children, Paul, Francis, and Margaret remarried Rhonda Anne Borrie in 1971 Children, Elizabeth, Melodyanne, Adrian, and Christopher Brother of Eric, Olive, and Herbert |
| Ronald was my father-in-law, but I do remember him from when I was a child. I remember he use to love fishing, he took my brother and I fishing in Napier. His house use to hold memoriabilia of his fishing, fishing rods hanging on the wall and each rod and reel had a specific name. I was a very self sufficient man, he taught his children how to survive by cooking over an open fire, and growing your own vegetables and how to live within your means. He bought a huge house in Gascoigne Street in Hastings and plotted a huge vege garden which he maintained all year round. He was also an avid book collector, I remember a library in Auckland lost all their books through a fire and Ronald donated his books to the library. My latest memories are of him was riding his Hasqvana ride on, it was a ride on mower, converted to a mobility scooter, it had alot of grunt, watch your toes when he came past. We use to be able to hear him coming down the road. He use to collect tin cans to sell at the recycle depot so he had money for petrol for his "Husky". He was a very knowledgable man, had alot of stories and memories to tell his children and grandchildren. My oldest daughter was born shortly after Ronald died, it was a shame they could not have met, as my daughter is a big fan of reading. Ronald's trade was a Builder, Carpenter and had Carpentry tools that I never thought existed. He use to make things of , what I would have called rubbish. But then there is that saying "One persons rubbish is another persons treasure". I was told he use to work on farms in return for meat etc. He may have been a stern person, but he was very protective of his family, he stood up for what was right, if he felt there was injustice he would fight for justice. He was not afraid to help or speak up. His proud son, Adrian, was with him to the end, conversations and last words that he will never forget. A son helping his father as his father helped his father. Lest we forget. R.I.P. |
| Holding an eel that he caught in Karamu Stream. |
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