He was maintenance supervisor at the Waitaki and Aviemore dams and Mrs Wilson was postmistress from 1978 to 1988 in the Lake Waitaki Village post office.
When they lived in the village, in Tui Rd, there were about 20 families there in the original wooden and concrete-block houses, which were built when the dam was constructed.
The Waitaki dam had about 40 staff inside and outside the powerhouse, including maintenance, electrical, operations and grounds staff.
After the reorganisation, staff were moved away and houses sold off. The original concrete-block houses, now privately owned, along with the former single men's quarters still remain and are being renovated.
Their house was moved to Oamaru and still survives in Weston Rd.
The village in the 1970s and 1980s was a busy place with an active social calendar. It boasted a swimming pool, tennis courts and bowling green, along with other facilities.
Mrs Wilson ran the post office, which opened between 4pm and 6pm.
Mail was brought from Oamaru by the Twizel-bound bus, which picked up the outgoing mail the following morning.
She operated the post office until they left the village.
Mr Wilson worked at Aviemore dam for two years before moving to Lake Waitaki Village.
He supervised eight maintenance staff who had responsibility for the Waitaki and Aviemore dams.
He said that when he arrived at Waitaki the station was run down and he had many sleepless nights getting it back into order.
Mrs Wilson said the village had a real community feel, with plenty of activities including a spinning and weaving club and, for some time, a Country Women's Institute branch.
The social club ran and maintained a filtered swimming pool, which used to be located on the lake side of SH 83 next to the bowling club.
At Christmas a party was arranged for all the children.
Santa Claus, played by the late Noel Hope, used to arrive in different forms of transport each year and hand each child a present.
The day would finish with a pot-luck tea.
All the activities took place in the hall, with its uneven wooden floor.
The hall has long gone.
But both of the Wilsons treasure the memories of their life in the village, and still regard it as home.
