The creek don’t rise
The problem is the creek did rise. We live next to Scotts Creek, Mitchells Island, NSW, and the creek rose and rose and rose. Then it burst its bank.
Up in our house, safe on a hill, we watched as Farmer John’s next-door paddocks became inundated. John had seen the flood coming and moved his cattle to safety. That day, it rained and rained, everyone calling it biblical. At 4 am, the caravan park at Manning Point was hit by a flash flood. The proprietor shook the van occupants out their slumber and some, still in p.j.’s, made a run for high ground.
Adam at the General Store couldn’t get to his home, just 5 minutes down the road, so decided to keep his business open. He served evacuees until his stocks ran low.
The next day The Islands Community FB group put an APB regarding the 30 cows and 10 calves on Fig Tree Farm that were in strife. A couple of stalwart neighbours waded into the billabong where the cattle were stranded, then spent several hours herding them to safety.
Manning Point became isolated and declared an evacuation centre. I heard helicopters flying over on their way to drop off supplies at the Bowling Club. A neighbour who’d been going house to house knocked on our door, asking if any of us needed medications. Then, she relayed information to be added to the island’s next helicopter deliveries.
Sadly, one elderly resident from Manning Point became ill. A medivac helicopter soon came to pick her up and transport her to John Hunter Hospital in Newcastle. I found out later that she didn’t live. Neighbours spread the word that her husband who was still at Manning Point would be needing tender support.
The bowling club served daily BBQ breakfasts. And at the eleventh hour, seemingly appearing like a genie out of a bottle, the volunteer Sikhs’ food truck arrived. Rumour had it that they’d driven up from Victoria with their delicious vegetarian curries–‘food for the soul’. When they left Mitchells Island, they drove to Oxley Island to feed the farmers there, some of whom had lost everything.
What does it mean?
Wiki tells me that ‘the creek don’t rise’ is an American slang expression that implies that our best intentions can be thwarted by uncommon events. Similar to what we’ve experienced in the Manning Valley, this supposedly once-in-a-century flood.
This expression evokes unpredictably extreme rainfall that renders rural neighbourhoods temporarily inaccessible.
We on Mitchells Island are just a microcosm of a terrible devastation that has cut a deep swathe across NSW. Walking through our nearest town today, I saw the proprietor of a beauty salon sitting on Albert Street in a chair that she’d pulled out of her flooded premises. She was holding her head in her hands and crying. That seemed a response that was congruent with what she was facing.
We in Australia on the eastern seaboard were terribly hurt by the fires of 2019. Terribly hurt. Is it at all possible to recover from such profound losses of property, homes, livestock, businesses?
I don’t know. Perhaps. Maybe what will save us is a compassionate caring that is proportional to this disaster. Maybe our definition of family needs to become more extensive and our hearts more expanded.
In my walk around Taree today, I nodded to people and said good morning and got genuine friendly responses from ‘strangers’ in return. The devastation we’ve experienced shows just how vulnerable we humans are and how very much we need each other.
I was thinking of you shedders just last night as I watch 7:30 ABC. It was a beautiful expose’ of a genuine and caring community, definitely compassionate. My thoughts are with you as you and your community recover from yet another force of nature in your neighbourhood. May we all resolve to open our hearts and regard each other with love and kindness.
Yes, Maria! It makes all the difference to know that in adversity friends, family and neighbours have your back. May you be well!
Kindly and namaste.
Hi Eve. I have been thinking of you exposed to the elements. Good to hear you are well. Sad to hear of the devastation around you. From the distance it is encouraging to know that humanity can support each other like in your community.
Remoteness has advantages. Your house on the hill in a sparsely populated environment saves you from the pandemic that tests tolerance and communal responsibility and cohesion elsewhere.
Hi there, Christine,
Are you in Germany? I heard on the news tonight that much of Europe is being hit by a third wave. I hope you are safe and can make it through.
Beautifully said Eve.
Thanks, Robyn. Hope you and Albert are well.
Hi Eve, our creek came up and Dave has been flooded in for a week. I’m at Boambee with my son and family. No trains running until Monday! Cheers to the shedders.
So very sorry your property has been flooded and Dave is stuck there. May you get home soon, Kay.
I have felt grateful for being a ‘Shedder’, but also the spirit among our helping neighbours has been phenomenal.
We missed our Mitchell’s Island mob at Wingsong last night. Thank you for a beautifully written piece, Eve. This has been a horrible event, turning from an awe inspiring spectacle of massive waterfals and torrents to a killer of gentle beasts and destroyer of homes and livelihoods, overnight. So sad yet the acts of kindness so heartening, as you describe so eloquently. Xx
Thank you, Sandra. I’ve been so touched as you would be, too, by the magnanimity of our neighbours and friends.
And, Thursday nights are definitely not right without choir. Our mob will do everything we can to be there next Thursday.
Beautifully said dear Eve Glad to hear that you were high and dry. XO