I was only little at Six Mile, then the government came, they said we couldn't stay no more. We got on a big truck, they pile-im up with everything, swags and boxes, all them chuck 'im on top. Missionaries, it was missionaries they had that truck. Mr. Kittles and that one cop took all the old men, and we moved then to Phillip Creek.

Everyone there then, when the mission come. Warlpiri that side south, mix Warlpiri and Warumungu all the workers, Warumungu kakurru side, east right up to Purrumpurrum, where that water hole is and Warlmanpa where the hill again there, rock hole side north, Alyawarr mix Warumungu. Wambaya same side again as Warumungu. First one was Wambaya, now they used to come for ceremony, bring all the kids young ones, through Rocky now they used to come. Phillip Creek is white cocky Jalajirrpa dreaming.

No water here, we used to go and get it from thing that other place. Carry-im like a Chinese, carry with two, all the way to here. We used to take two bucket each carry one first and leave him half way, and go back to get another one now, all the way right up here. It was really hard. Here right up to there we used to cart water from there just with a bucket and water it. Used to make hole now, in tin, now, tip it out and water it here, right up there, the garden for vegetables, we used to grow tomatoes, everything.

Store here, people used to get ration, they used to get a ration there. This way, big store and they used to get a ration and that's the butcher shop, that one there. We used to get ration first go through all line up and get meat now, and go past walk out this way or that way all the people used to go. And here, butcher shop our Dad was working, our Dad was working here. We used to get a ration too our self, Fridays. Ration, like kuyu, kanttaji, must be little bit tea and sugar and we used to start 'bout four camping out.

We used to get locked up 'bout seven, inside now. Sometime used to run away, come back little bit late. Climb up go in through the door, top there, little bit door was like that and we used to go in. Only kids, separate, they wouldn't let us play with, like boys and girls mix, na. Used to be really strict. They wouldn't let us go see our family, nothing. Weren't allowed to speak language, not allowed, only had to speak English. We used to talk in the bush all right, only bush.

I was ten, must be ten, they took me to hospital it was Christmas day I had no dinner, couldn't eat Christmas dinner. I went to hospital, stayed there for one week and they told the old lady, ‘can't do nothing take her back.’ True, it was bad long time and they said we won't do nothing, finish, cause I was really bony. But missionary they help me. They was still feeding me. I couldn't move my hand, I was, nothing, they used to just give me in a spoon, little bit water and little bit porridge, soft. Sometime custard, not to eat, just swallow that's all. It was no good. Old lady came and said, ‘na, you right.’ Everyday came, feed me little bit, hold my hand like that, maybe little bush medicine. Slowly, slowly I come all right then.

We used to have a church, every Sunday, old people used to come too, sit down. They used to come. They used to hear that bell everybody used to come out form everywhere that church was full with kids and old people. Missionary was bad, after he was bad now. He done the wrong thing, he got locked up and go somewhere in jail. He used to take us only girls we used to go out. We was thinking ah, ‘what's this boys don't come only all the girls go on the truck.’ We used to go out and he used to take us swimming but he was doing the wrong thing. We didn't know. After old man now, jaaju, thing, B. mob's old man. He been come that was his promised girl, and he come back and he found her with that, no good. And we all run away no, we didn't stay, we all went and they ring welfare. Welfare come now he got locked up now. He from somewhere, from England, that missionary, he done bad thing. And his wife went away for holiday to England and he stop by his self. He used to stay there all the little kids used to do washing dishes. And he made the wrong thing one girl, no good. We couldn't go see our father and mother now, nothing. We used to get hiding. Big stick in our legs and here and legs like he used to give us whippin' in legs and hand, couldn't run away, used to stay.