What\'s you story?

Contributed by Sylvia and Gary James

Gary: We both have strong West Coast family ties. I was born in Westport, and can remember my grandmother telling me about her father who was a travelling shoe salesman. He used to visit Denniston once a fortnight – on the day when the miners were paid and had some money in their pockets.

I have always been fascinated by Denniston. There is something special about it. I think that it’s the altitude. Once I walked up the bridle path and was suddenly surrounded by the fog – a marshmallow cloud that seems to me like a big security blanket. It’s a magical place to live. We have been here together since 1987, and our youngest child was born here.

Sylvia: Denniston isn’t as isolated as people assume. It’s a 15 minute drive to the shop at the bottom of the hill, and I drive 30 minutes to work in Westport every day. But it’s wonderful to come home to the tranquillity of Denniston. The only time it was a bit difficult was when our children were teenagers. My daughter once said, ‘Everyone has curfews; mine is living on Denniston.’

Gary: Friends of the Hill was formed in 1993, and now has two-yearly reunions here. Many people who lived at Denniston have deep affection for the place, and regard it as their tūrangawaewae [a place to stand, or home]. No-one can be buried at Denniston because the ground is too hard, but people often come back to scatter their parents’ ashes. We now have a special rock near the Museum with memorial plaques on it.

Sylvia: We meet some fascinating people. As well as those who have lived here, or their descendants, we see groups interested in alpine plants and geologists looking at the rocks. And the popularity of Jenny Pattrick’s Denniston rose has made many more people aware of the town. We often have to explain that it’s a novel, not a true story; but everyone can understand how bleak it must have been to live here, especially for the women.