The Kumara Patch
My uncle was a drunk. It's probably not something family members would probably admit about him, but he was. Denial is subversive to say the least. He was a simple man, leading a fairly simple life. By day he earned his living in the shearing shed and in the evening he spent alot of his hard-earned cash drinking beer in the local watering-hole they called "the kumara patch." A kumara is the maori word for a sweet potato and I'm not entirely sure how that figures but that's what it was called. He... Sign in to see full entry.