'This is that Greenvale now. Mum told me that that's that Garrganny (water lily) place. They got a sharp rock there and all them pointy rocks. Them round circles, them...
"This is that Greenvale now. Mum told me that that's that Garrganny (water lily) place. They got a sharp rock there and all them pointy rocks.
Them round circles, them digging holes from the old, old people. They went looking for them things now, bush potatoes."
"Bow River is our land, our traditional country, it's where all my old people belong, I know that because of passing down stories from my mum.
I was born there in 1965. It was really like being in the bush all the time, we didn't know anything about white people really, we used to live on kangaroo meat, my ganggayi [matrilineal grand-father] used to go up the hill, he made a trap for kangaroo and he got one red one, big kangaroo and we eat meat from kangaroo and used to feed us on goat milk, and I used to be riding on a mule too.
I wasn't so big, I was only small, me and my brother used to go anywhere, riding goats, a nanny goat threw me over the fence. We drifting around, chasing all the turkeys, they like hen, like laying egg and we go poke them and they chase me and peck me all around.
My father was a good horse-breaker, my grand-father taught him too, once that old fella died from Greenvale. All mob he told the Lily family to bring them over to Bow River to live. My family was all stock people, working for, not bad, gardiya [white people], they was good people. Because these gardiya, they looked after my family because my family knew the country well and told them not to go places where there is ngarranggarni p[dreaming] - they sacred sites at the back, lot of people don't know that."
