Sonia Kruger was born in Toowoomba and grew up in Brisbane.
Our house was flooded in 1974, like almost everyone else living in Brisbane. We lived in a two-storey house, so the bottom part was flooded but we were fine living in the top part.
As kids I suppose we didn’t really understand the danger. Dad made us a raft out of 44-gallon drums and bits of wood, and we floated around the neighbourhood checking out everyone’s houses and seeing how the neighbours were going.
For us as children it was kind of a novelty; I don’t think we really grasped the sense of destruction and the costs of rebuilding.
Dad worked in earth-moving, so had all the equipment that was needed in the big clean-up jobs all around the city. Seeing him clear up the food that had gone to waste and bulldoze all the ruined stock out of stores really brought it home how much had been damaged.
But the thing I remember most is the sheer amount of mud. It was a silty mud that got through everything.
**See our full flood coverage in this week’s issue of Woman’s Day,
on sale January 17, 2010.**
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