We ventured over to a place where life changed forever. A town with memories we wish could be left behind, but know they cannot and should not.
The journey over felt eerie, weird!
Our first stop was the Library archive, to gather photos, information, anything that would assist us in obtaining a better understanding about my sisters kidnapping. Although information and photos from 1971 where limited, I was still able to step back in time and gain an awareness of what the town was like back then.
The next stop was the place where life changed, the very place where a child was stolen, in all her innocence and vulnerability at the age of two. I was astounded to hear that mum had never returned to this street since that day. It was obvious how drastically everything had changed, time had not been kind. The town seemed broken, a vast difference to the great place where my mother was born and raised. The streets felt unsafe, we were strangers in a strange town.
We stood in the very spot that Kellie was taken, it felt dark. Even more so when being heckled by a group of drug fuelled men. We moved on quickly!
The last stop was where the events of that day 48 years ago ended, a creepy, secluded place. Although structures had been demolished it still held a terrible eerie memory of the events that occurred on 3rd of June 1971.
We had gathered what we needed and headed off, leaving that place behind, acknowledging that we will never and do not ever need to return.