Joan McGrail, at her 103rd birthday celebration at Radius Lexham Park in Katikati. Photo / Merle Cave
Joan McGrail, at her 103rd birthday celebration at Radius Lexham Park in Katikati. Photo / Merle Cave
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“Make sure my collar is turned over properly,” Joan McGrail politely asked niece Mary Pickett before she left her room for her 103rd birthday party.
The birthday girl clicked 103 on Easter Monday, but festivities were held on April 29 – and the sharp-witted, sharp-minded centenarian wanted to look sharp too.
“We all used to dress up in my day,” said Joan, as this reporter poured over black-and-white photographs of a swishly-dressed young lady wearing a beautifully designed hat.
“I did go to night school to learn to sew a hat – but I didn’t like it,” said Joan. Although later in life knitting was a fervent hobby – Joan’s many blankets, singlets and booties went overseas to needy children.
Born April 21, 1922, in Ohakune to parents David and Maud Bolstad, Joan was 18 months younger than brother Andrew, nicknamed “Dig”.
The centenarian was nearly named Wilhelmina by her mother. “But my father didn’t like it, so instead he named me after a boat – my middle name became Alma.”
Joan’s early life saw her sail through much adversity. Her father David served in and survived World War I, only to be left stranded in England for months because there were no boats to get home.
Joan Alma McGrail was a young beautiful lady. Photo / Supplied
“He very much wanted to get home so he could get married,” Joan said.
David was a soldier at Gallipoli and in the Middle East.
“He looked after the horses. He’d take them up to the front line, and bring them back and have to find a safe place for them. Then he’d have to go back up to the front line and fight.”
When her father returned from war he eventually found work in a quarry/cement works in Warkworth, with the dust not helping his lungs post-war.
“He was badly gassed in the war – and after four years [serving New Zealand], they wanted him to return his greatcoat in exchange for £5. The Government was strict back in those days.”
Her father’s death, which was exacerbated by war wounds, left her mother penniless. Joan, aged 14 months, and “Dig” were placed in a home called The Nest in Hamilton, “because she didn’t have enough money”, so Maud could work and save up to start her own business in Ohakune.
Niece Mary described it as a “bakery-come-dairy-come-tearooms”.
Maud sold the local baker’s bread, and she did all of the cooking. Joan returned to her mother’s care at age 3, and “Dig” at 5.
Cousin Elsie Wood, left, who was three weeks younger, and Joan McGrail were inseparable growing up. Photo / Supplied
Joan’s early years were full of tennis and cricket matches at school. She was brought up with her cousin Elsie Wood, who was three weeks younger, and they were inseparable.
Her working life began in retail, side-by-side with her mother and Elsie in the tearooms.
Then she met Harold McGrail, who’d come to work in Ohakune, at a table tennis tournament. They married on April 27, 1942, at the town’s Presbyterian church.
“Born in Ohakune, grew up in Ohakune, worked in Ohakune and married in Ohakune,” Joan joked.
“But I waited until I was 20 to marry.”
Harold signed up with the NZ Army intending to serve in World War II but didn’t get there.
Joan, wearing a beautifully designed hat, with her husband Harold McGrail. Photo / Supplied
“He was in training at Waiouru when he and another man had a bomb go off and it blew half of his calf muscle off,” Joan said.
He instead served with the army in Ohakune as a quartermaster.
After World War II ended, the couple moved to Whanganui.
“When Harold asked me to marry him, I told him: ‘Well, I do want to go overseas … ’ and he told me: ‘Well … I’ll take you in 40 years’ time’.”
Harold McGrail clocked up 42 years at the NZ Railways Corporation, then he and Joan headed for England.
“We bought a campervan and travelled around England for two years. We also went to France and all the countries you go to over there. We got to see a lot of the world together.”
She and Harold had four children – Julia-May, Paul, Clive and Ken – and with her husband being an avid gardener, Joan’s family put her longevity down to eating natural food all her life, and nothing processed.
“My favourite dinner was corned beef, and lots of vegetables.”
Today Joan has two children alive, 11 grandchildren, 26 great-grandchildren and one great-great-grandchild. Harold died in 2004 but Joan still shares his enthusiasm for sport: “I love tennis – and cricket too – but tennis was my favourite. Cricket was my husband’s.”
She still follows the All Blacks, the Black Caps, and names Novak Djokovic as her all-time favourite tennis player.
Radius Lexham Park activities coordinator Seugnet Towell presents Joan McGrail with her processed cake, while niece Mary Pickett watches on. Photo / Merle Cave
Joan lived at Mount Maunganui’s Ocean Shores for 19 years, before moving to Katikati’s Lexham Park in late 2023 to be closer to Mary. Most of her family lives in Australia.
If you ask Joan, the secret to her happiness and longevity is her faith.
“I love the Lord Jesus with all my heart. He’s taken care of me.”
