Your Dad was a gruff old bugger with a heart of gold. They were a creamy canvas type.The old house was a relic to the first settlers in the district. When we visited there were all the relics of days gone by scattered all over the property.The most vivid I recall were the old bellows sitting by one of the sheds weathering away. Our relatives the Harris Family lived up the Turnbull, just south of Haast.They moved in the early sixtie's I think.? When the Road to haast was completed we drove through in 1965 and visited the old homestead.Was known as the Pondorosa where a lot of characters that worked at Carters Mill lived. Warmed my bum often while we discussed many topics I remember a buddha statue in the lounge at his house He was good friends with Dad and used to call in for a cuppa after going his horse shoeing. I sometimes used to go to the Dobson mine on a Saturday and would watch Claude working. He was the only man who could successfully reset the early Landrover springs and would never charge enough Very fond memories of claude Still got photos of claude and jessie Spent a lot time at there place while growing up I remember him well as he visited our area. My uncles had a mining timber contract and Claud would come out the bush with a mobile forge and shoe the draughthorses.As he pared the hooves,blowflies and wasps would fight over the shavings.Īwww yes I remember so well watching your Dad forging the shoes\ Probably knew all the horses around because of his shoeing. We were looking for a heavy horse and he found us a perfect one. He re-sprung my springs for me…….I had to put rocks in my boot! Went there with Dad as a kid a number or times Something to do with tensioning springs ? Used to love the sound belting it as a kid.ĭennis Minehan The small one he carried in his car is still in the family.ĭennis Minehan It funny how an old anvil can mean so much to you after someone you treasure has gone.l have Dad's one and now I'm trying to work out how I can smuggle it into the lounge as Kaye's idea. I have no idea wher my grand fathers anvil went. Such great memoriesĪnd who has the treasured anvil. My grandparents were friends with your folks Tom and they always loved to talk about that. Arthur here I remember a pea gun fight with you and Don and I fell off the roof and broke my collar boneįond memories of visiting him getting car springs reset or he also use to make us trailer springs from car ones. Remember your dad well Tom and all that he did for cycling on the Coast.īeen in that shed when Claude did my car springs.
I'm am still mesmerized by him making horse shoes Knew Claude at the Dobson mine where I worked in the school holidays.
I took some car springs out there to get reset, didn't him long, Claude surely knew what he was doing. Went there with Dad quite a few times in the 50sĬlaude use to shoe mine, lovely man…can still see his wee van and the anvil
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Remember Claude fondly, I watched and learned from him how to shoe the horse. Date Created 12th February 2022 CommentsLeeanne SneddonĪw I spent so much of my childhood holidays in this shed with Claude, watching him make magic with fire and steel I'm humbled and blessed to have had people like him and his gift touch my life's journeyĪ lot of memories would be created by this photo i think.
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