Reunions. Some people love them, others just don't want to know. There are family, school, church and often workplace reunions taking place most long weekends somewhere in the country.
The few I have been to I really enjoyed. Of course, it's like everything else in life, you get out of it what you put in. Being dragged along or going with only half-hearted enthusiasm means you'll probably come away thinking: "What a waste of time." The reunion I attended last month was a weekend of renewed friendships with much laughter.
It was also a time to reflect on the valuable work of the Department of Maori Affairs over many years. Those present had worked for the department at some time over the last 30 to 40 years. Disestablished in 1989, it was replaced by the Iwi Transition Agency that was to be in existence for a few years, and the Ministry of Maori Development.
In its last 20 years of existence significant changes to the role of the department took place. And those attending the reunion were right in the thick of it.
It was fun travelling on the bus with the Rotorua contingent to Whitianga. Laughter is infectious and I challenge anyone to remain po-faced when travelling with Norm, Walter and Henry. They have that wonderful "Maori sense of humour". Unmistakable. And the organisers had the great idea of holding the reunion the same weekend as the scallop festival. We got a double whammy.