This photograph was taken in Fitzroy Crossing sometime in the early 1980s when there was a significant flood of the Fitzroy River. I love the angles in the photo and the shimmer of the water on the road. I can see it on the cover of a story about a young boy walking home …
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I took these photos on my old Instamatic camera in 1983-1985 in and around Fitzroy Crossing in the Kimberley region of Western Australia. There was a really severe flood during that time and it caused a lot of damage to the town-site and infrastructure such as the roads and bridges.
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In the 1980’s I lived in the Kimberley in North Western Australia. I lived in Fitzroy Crossing and later in Derby, before moving to the city (Perth). It is an amazing part of our country. So harsh and yet so beautiful. In the wet season (anytime between November and April) the roads can flood and even be washed away. It can be very dangerous on the roads.
The sky was so dramatic – the lightening and thunderstorms were so loud and frightening (at first). With the heat and the rain come the snakes and all manner of wild life! I can’t believe I let my three lads play in the same place where the snakes maneuvered from place to place. I was younger then and trusted that they would be ok. Thankfully they were ok!
I will go back for a visit one day!
Cheers for now
Joel in 2006 - Midway through walking the Bibbulmun Track (1000kms long)
In August 1983 I was living in Fitzroy Crossing in the Kimberley region of Western Australia. I was due to give birth to my third child on the 8th August. Fitzroy Crossing has limited medical facilities so I had to go to Derby (3 hours drive) four weeks prior to the anticipated birth of my third child.
We had a caravan, located in the yard belong to the joint Anglican/Uniting Church in Derby. The whole family came along for the experience! That included me, my husband and my two sons aged 3 1/2 and 7 years. A month seemed a very long time to spend in a caravan awaiting a baby’s arrival.
The due date came and went with nothing happening. The doctor decided on some inducement and I went in to Derby Regional Hospital on Friday 12th August. Five hours after I checked in, Joel was born. He was a big, healthy baby. The midwife safely delivered him as the doctor didn’t make it in time.
We were actually allowed to check out on the Saturday and travel back to Fitzroy Crossing. I was keen to get back home as my Mum and Aunt were on their way to visit (a very long bus journey of about 4,000kms. We collected them from the bus and brought them home to rest up from their journey.
Unfortunately I wasn’t well and had to go back to the hospital. Joel and I went by plane this time and put back in hospital. I got better quickly but then Joel got sick – hospitals are good places to avoid wherever possible.
We stayed in hospital much longer than needed due to there being no transport to get us back to Fitzroy Crossing. The matron eventually drove us home later that week. By then it was nearly time for my Mum and Aunt to go back home again.
So now Joel is 28 years old, 6 feet 3 inches tall. I hope he is having a great birthday today. It just seems like yesterday!