Lidgeun
Cindy Solonec
I am from the history that is hidden
Of stories long lost, that are being resurrected
For all Australians to savour
Of living in the bush
On a small station, waiting for visitors
I am a small child
With my brother
Screaming as they appeared
Through the bush
Aunty Maggie and Uncle Rodney
They had walked in from the main road
My brother and I, thinking they were ghosts
‘Wot wrong wit chu?’
They scolded and laughed
‘Where we gunna get muttacar to come ere?
We come to vishit
Might be stay, help em Mummy and Daddy
Warder em garden
Round em up jeep’
They camped in the Blackfullas’ camp
100 yards from the homestead
That laugh. Aunty Maggie’s
Her bush name is Lidgeun
Why does she have to have an English name?
I am sitting on the ground with her
As she watered the garden
Flooding the plants
Then she was helping Mum
Lifting hot irons off the wood stove
Pressing white school blouses that had been starched
Preparing our clothes for boarding school
The cases stacked on the closed-in verandah
Ready for the journey south
The cats wandering around, sniffing
Knowing we were going away, again
The clouds thickened
Down came torrential rain
Just in time
For three weeks, no break in the clouds
The road impassable
Three weeks longer with Lidgeun. Hooray.
Cindy Solonec is a Nyikina (Nigena) woman from the West Kimberley who has worked in the higher ed sector for the past 20 years in Perth and in Broome. She graduated with a PhD in History from UWA in 2016 and her book Debesa is a rewriting of her thesis that explored a social history in the West Kimberley based on the way her family lived during the mid-1900s. In 2023, Cindy was the Senior-in-Residence at the Centre for Stories.