We were very busy after moving to Imbil. Beat must let Glenda and Jill settle in their new school and organize our new home. Even my mother, living in a house with other people is a new experience for us. However, we don't have to worry, it all goes well, and my mother is very happy to have our company. We moved to mid-February 1955 and I quickly brought David Brown to Imbil to make bags for our new business. We estimated that we had a holiday, so we did something different by booking a house on Broadbeach on the Gold Coast. After we moved to our home in Imbil, we started on vacation and started another new one. An interesting chapter in life.
We had a good time with the children, and the house we rented was a beautiful woman belonging to the western pasture, just on the beach near the New Broad Beach Hotel. It has a large yard facing the sea, which is a great place for children to play. We can fall from the bed to the sea. I think that because of the years along the track, the house had to be moved because the beach was severely eroded and almost washed away.
We had a great time, but we thought we were lucky because there were many cracks in the surf. However, ignorance is happiness and everything goes well. The Gold Coast was like that now. The boom has just begun, and the Broadbeach hotel near us is new, advancing with the times and a symbol of prosperity. About thirty years later, this beautiful building was considered obsolete and razed to make room for bigger and better buildings.
We went home on Saturday, March 26, 1955, when the result was a very large and very humid whirlwind, especially the Mary River and its trio. As we crossed the Hornibrook Highway, huge waves crashed into one side of the bridge, almost breaking on the road, and sprays from them spread throughout the carriage. We went home, but the Yabba creek rose quickly and the rain poured down, so the best place is in the house.
At about seven o'clock that night, we thought that considering the conditions, we thought it was a normal blackout. About an hour later, I decided to take a walk outside. When I walked out the back door, I was walking into my ankle in the water. Because the stream is at least 200 yards [about 200 meters], Xiaohe Water is the last thing I expected. The annual flood is usually slightly higher than the handrails on the traffic bridge, but there has never been such a thing. We checked the height of the water in the dark and then there was no need to worry. The house was on a tall stump, but after we drew water outside [it was still raining cats and dogs] we decided to evacuate the house. We know that this is not an ordinary flood because the rising water has odor and noise.
I walked to the waterfowl home above my knees, grabbed the flocks they lived on, and placed them on the roof, thinking that if the creek continues to rise, it will at least have a chance. We later discovered that the height of the last 10 feet [3 meters] came to the creek in less than an hour due to heavy rain in the catchment. There was no light and Beat anywhere, and I decided to go to the Methodist Church on the hill, without the possibility of flooding, and stay there for one night or whenever necessary.
We didn't worry about property issues, but let my mother, children and some blankets go out. Glenda, Jill and Pam thought it was fun, and we drove about 18 inches of water on the way. Before we left, we warned our neighbors that no one knew they were in the midst of a flood. This street quickly became a series of activities. After I settled in the hall, I came back to help other families move.
There is no time to consider moving bearings, because the creek is still rising at an alarming rate, and the idea is that no one is drowning. I remember that cars that floated along the street reached the higher ground through four to five feet of water. It is still raining heavily, and we don't know when the flood will ease, although common sense tells us that as the water spreads, the rise should be slower. After everything was not dangerous, I went to the church to play, and the children were about ten o'clock.
It was raining, about two o'clock in the morning, I decided to drive to see what happened. To my surprise, I was able to drive to the absence of any signs of water. These guys are still on the roof of the house, and I put them back to the habitat without losing them. The damage was obvious the next morning. All the fines were washed away and covered with weeds. The power from the electric poles in our paddocks to the town was eliminated and it took more than a week to be replaced.
Importantly, because the heavy rain had already rained heavily after the flood receded and there was no silt on the ground, I did not wash any cement on the ground a few weeks ago. If there is no miracle, an unintended observer will not know that there is a flood. When the creek returned to normal, all damage became apparent.
The traffic bridge has disappeared. In addition to the accumulation, we also found that another bridge on the Yabbavale River was also washed away, which completely isolated the entire town. The bridge was built in the original creek through the town, but a few kilometers of rafts were built on the creek a few years ago, making the old crossing point too deep for safe use.
The railway line to Gympie is not harmed and can be used within a week. All telephone communications outside the town were destroyed, which is a concern for the Board and the state government. The first contact from Gympie came from an army duck and crew who worked with them to purchase board engineers to investigate and report damage. The children are satisfied with this because many people, including Glenda and Jill, are riding on the main street of the duck. The county government quickly took steps to repair the damaged bridge, and with the help of local timber contractor #Dwyer, his bulldozer began building a temporary bridge. Even so, the bridge can last for more than two months.
We settled down after the flood, found a job in the town of Luttons Mill, and re-acquired with my old colleague. There is still a lot of work to recover all the gaps, and I have no free time in a few weeks. We are fortunate that in the event of a flood, the entire property was covered by water and we did not have cattle. The house on the tall stump did not suffer any damage, even if it had five or six feet of water underneath it, it did not cause damage to the poultry or toilet. Unlike today's toilets, this toilet is about fifty yards from the house, but at least it is served by the council, unlike Kandanga.
Orignal From: Australian Short Story - Back to Imbil
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