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Flood Baby
My youngest sister was born in December 1955, a month before the January floods. The local river flooded the sheep station where Dad worked, so many sheep were lost. We had to leave our low-built house and move to the big wool-shed, built much higher from the ground. The workmen built a raft from wooden planks and kerosene drums, which ferried us older children to the wool-shed. Baby Susie was carried there by Dad along the railway track - Mum must have feared for her, but Dad brought her safely to the shed, where she was laid in a wheelbarrow, that had been lined with pillows, and furbished with soft rugs. The rest of us youngsters slept on a pile of wool bales, after a lurking snake had been killed. I used to sit on the wool-shed steps, watching the snakes float by in the flood waters, dozens of them, brown and black, some red-bellied. We were there a week. Somehow meals were produced, and somehow nobody fell into the water. Of course Susie remembered nothing, but years later we told her all about it.
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