WHANGAMOMONA

The town sign still stands and gives a hint of what is to come.

           The town lived up to the title - "Forgotten".

There was not many buildings left . Those that were all had a information board which provided a taste of the colourful history of the days gone by.

                              The Post Office , complete with family accomondation  at the rear is slowly rotting away.

One of the three Churches in the town. Still loved and looked after.

There was a surprise for us at the hotel. It was the only business still operating and had 12 patrons inside and 6 at a table on the veranda. They were motorhomers and we stopped for a chat. We had never met this group before but they were all Westies and one of the guys grew up in Archibald Road.

He in No 69 and me in No 12 - a small world indeed.

The decor suited the location just fine and us oldies felt right at home. There was 11 bedrooms an old world dining room and a good menu.  The lunches we saw being served were generously sized , we would have shared a serving and still struggled to finish it.

All the shops are long gone. Memories are on display though.

The original Hotel's kitchen had this massive coal range, two double door ovens and a warming shelf over, all the latest ,"Shacklock" of course.

Every building that is left has a "Heritage Trails"information board , heaps of history & information.

Electric buggies can be hired for a scenic trip along the old railway lines , heaps of fun .

A smaller version of the Grafton Bridge in Auckland is the road out of town.

We went for a look see up the only side road  and it only got narrower and the potholes got closer together.

One place was for sale , no asking price on display, make an offer would be very acceptable we think.

The church above has been abandoned for many years.











This one is still in use.

This facade represents the biggest business the town ever had.

This batten fence has a thick luscious growth of lichin . It needs a lot of damp weather to grow this well.

The board on the old hall says it all , from 1903 to 1965 , the rise and fall of a town , a community of family , friends and neighbours that somehow got left behind as the rest of the world hurried on.