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References:
My Mother... Yeah, that's it.
I have little to no options to get information about her any other way.
INTRODUCTION:
Sarah Jane McGeorge was born on the 12 of July 1973, at Northshore hospital. She is a kind and caring person with a lot of love to give, this is her story... (Or at least the cool parts!)
EARLY LIFE:
At the age of 3, she lived in Wphanagoria with her parents Evon Elliot and Frank Elliot. She was the sister to Charlie, who she would always steal from. Sarah was generally a mischievous person at the time and loved getting into trouble. She moved to Australia when she was 6 and came back to NZ when she was 12. Unfortunately, she was bullied for a while at school in Australia due to being a New Zealander, Although she did get some friends... she came back after the following year.
Around 13 she managed to land a job at the local fish n’ chips shop until she was 16, then she worked at a food town, and then a waitressing job in a restaurant in Takapuna. When she was 15 she had saved up enough money to go (BY HERSELF) back to Australia to see her sister and brother there. Sarah was an independent person and was fine doing what would seem like hard tasks on her own.
CONTRIBUTIONS AND ACHIEVEMENTS:
She joined the navy in 1991 when she was 17 and struggled a little, seeming she was one of the very few female people in the navy at that time. She found the training hard but she enjoyed the challenge nonetheless. After her initial basic training, she decided to start training as a chef (she had always wanted to when she was younger). Once she’d finished her training she cook in Tamaki for the new recruits that were there, as her skills grew she went travelling in the navy to see places all around the south pacific.
After that, she moved ships and then went on the ship known as ``The Cantibree” which was a small frigate. That's where she met her future husband, Jason McGeorge.
CONCLUSION:
Sarah McGeorge's life, along with many others, is a story that should be told more often than it actually is. I hope this essay of sorts told the story of my mother, Sarah Jane Mcgeorge.
Thank you for reading.