Looking back on aspects of a life spent reasonably well, there are some activities that seemed crazy at the time but had long-term effects. One of those activities I indulged in while attending Lincoln Agricultural College was a “capping stunt” in 1961 pushing a hospital bed (with original Bakelite casters) around Hagley Park in Christchurch to set a new record.
Massey University had claimed a record of 57 miles, and the newspaper report carried the challenge, “Let other universities try and beat that.”
A team of ten were hastily cobbled together and camped in Rolleston House to start the marathon at 1.00 pm on a Saturday; allowance had to be made for some who were involved in rugby games that afternoon. Teams of two, wearing calico smocks to improve visibility, took between 45 and 50 minutes to complete the measured circuit and finished with a total of 65 laps, or 203.5 miles (327.5 km). Cracked it.
Capping events in those days were part of a student fundraising scheme for a chosen charity and that year the charity was Cholmondeley Homes for Children. Unfortunately, there is no record of the funds collected.
That is the background to friendships that developed amongst a relatively diverse group of students from all parts of NZ plus a Scotsman and an Aussie, which has lasted over 60 years.
We basked in our glory for a few weeks and then got on with the more serious business of passing exams which was also accomplished by all members of the team. But after twenty years a call went out for a reunion to celebrate our achievements. It took a year to get it together, especially as the venue suggested was Hawaii, but seven of the team and partners made the grade. Hat set the scene for regular reunions over the years with the ninth one being held in Christchurch and Lincoln University this year.
We have cycled down from the top of a volcano in Hawaii to have breakfast on the beach, played golf at numerous courses, gone fishing on Lake Taupo, been to a Menzshed in Bright (Victoria), visited farms, gardens (including a tea garden) and many restaurants, all the while chatting and recalling events that had almost faded from memory over the years. There has been a bit of eating and drinking and a hell of a lot of fun.
During the last two reunions, the emphasis has been on the value of the connections we made during our years at university and particularly the way in which that diverse group of students still manage to hang together and get along so well. While we meet as the “Bedpushers” we maintain contact each other and over the years have tapped into their different areas of expertise to assist with our own projects.
As might be expected our numbers have dwindled over the years but because the contacts are so strong the bereaved partners have always been included in the mix.
The value of the relationships has been extended in the last few years to include some non Bedpushers and their partners which means that the reminiscences extend well beyond the original capping stunt.
So while some reunions can be a bit of a trial of strength and endurance where you try to remember the names of those from the past, a reunion that focusses on a special activity or function has a lot more going for it, and builds those strong relationships that keep you going and going.
A poem/ditty I composed for one of the reunions captures the essence of fun and friendship that has stayed with us over the years.
Ravings of a senile mind
Things never turn out as expected,
Well, mostly that’s what I’ve found,
Mad schemes should not be rejected,
They might turn life’s course around.
Bed pushing for fun seemed crazy,
Or at least a complete waste of time
But it caused me not to be lazy,
And made a whole group of us chime.
I found that not all Scotsmen are skinheads,
And some bloody Aussies are great,
North Islanders aren’t always thick heads,
You’d be pleased to call some of them mate.
We broke the bed pushing record,
And collected some charity money.
We cemented a teammates’ accord,
Even though we all dressed quite funny.
But what were the long-term effects,
That improved my budding career.
There’s teamwork and management aspects,
And plans improved by a beer.
Don’t refuse wild plans at first sight,
Turn them over and look round behind.
Planning can make them come alright,
Using a creative and flexible mind.
The whole caper has been a good story,
To explain our marvellous deed,
And I can exaggerate the glory,
To any who will take heed.
As I review how my life’s spent,
There’s not been too many disasters.
With luck, I’ll become an old gent
As long as I have enough casters.