No White Flowers, Please

The "Roaring Twenties" was the era of the flappers, those bright young things who cut their hair and raised their hemlines. But for Rhoda Pritchard, growing up in a mining town in the North Island of New Zealand, life wasn't easy. On her 11th birthday, Rhoda and her younger brothers and sisters stood by their mother's grave. The strong-smelling white flowers surrounding the coffin ever afterwards became the smell of death to Rhoda. But she was a girl who loved life, and from an early age le...