© Jim Low
North Springwood is in the Blue Mountains of New South Wales.
Mrs Jean O'Gradey and her family had not been living there for very long when they were confronted by bushfire in December 1951.
She and her husband and their two young boys were living in a three room home with no neighbours and no electricity or water supply. Their only transport was by foot. The main road was dirt and there was no telephone or fire brigade.
When the fire came they had to do battle with it on their own.
We are pleased to present an oral recording of Jean O'Gradey's account of these terrifying events. The interview is from the Blue Mountains Oral History Collection. Mrs O'Gradey was interviewed by Maryanne Quinn in June 1964. Here is a transcription of part of the interview as well as a song inspired by the event.
MRS JEAN O'GRADEY'S DESCRIPTION OF HER FIRST BUSHFIRE:
"My first experience of a bushfire was in 1951. 1 can remember the day. It was a real summer day that got hotter and hotter. I can remember going out and watching the animals and birds we had at that time and they were all very quiet. Everything was still and even our goats and cow were just stock still, they were just standing.
"I can remember looking over towards Valley Heights and seeing a column of smoke and that was after lunch. By five o'clock it had started to move and the wind had got up. My husband had been out and he came home and said, 'Quick, there's a fire coming. Get all the animals together'. So we put them all up as close to the house as we could.
"Then all of a sudden the fire hit us four ways at once. We were just surrounded and nobody could get through to us from Springwood. We were just sitting in the middle with a wall of fire around us. I can remember putting the kiddies in the pram and standing them up the front. We didn't have time to think. There was too much to do all at once because we were looking after the animals and my husband was down lifting the fowls out.
"In a big fire like that all the leaves form a fireball and there was a fireball went under the house. The leaves weld together, melt together to form a fireball, it went under the house and I went under the house after it with a wet bag to put it out. I could hear my husband calling out, 'Quick, the bark hut's on fire'.
"In that was all our wedding presents, linen, my husband's tools. I put the fireball out and crawled out from under the house. All I can remember is running and the next thing I knew I was on top of the bark hut ripping the burning bark off and throwing it away. When all that was done my husband sang out, 'Where are you? How in the devil did you get up there?' Looking around there was no way, nothing to get up on. They reckon we are related to monkeys - well, it must have come out in me that day because I must have jumped. 1 got up and that was all I could remember. All my husband could do was stand there and laugh. He had to roll a drum over fir me to get down. But at least everything was saved. It was only a matter of half an hour and the fire had passed."
