Growing Up with Our Sister Kath - Oodgeroo


Kath was always a leader—she got us involved in all kinds of mischief. These are some examples. Kath used to scribble from when she was young, when she wasn't writing she was exploring the mud flats looking for crab shells, quampees, oysters and anything we could eat. We followed her through mud and slosh with our buckets which we had made out of kerosene tins cut to size. My young sister, Vivian, had a black dog called Billy who went with us everywhere. He was devoted to our young sister. When she was a toddler she fell in the well and he dived in and held her up and barked to draw the attention of us and our mother. She was sitting astride him hanging on to the side of the well.

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Published 1 November 1994 in Oodgeroo: a tribute. Subjects: Families, Memories of childhood, Oodgeroo Noonuccal.

Cite as: Pettit, Lucy. ‘Growing Up with Our Sister Kath - Oodgeroo.’ Australian Literary Studies, vol. 16, no. 4, 1994, doi: 10.20314/als.5aa452ccb7.