These stories were written as part of the English and literacy component of Women's Studies Course...some of the women wrote their stories, and some who were artists in their own right provided illustrations.
Marjorie Morgan talks about what her and her four sisters do during their dry season family holidays.
'When I was a little girl my two sisters, and three brothers and I used to travel to school by bus ...'
'During my school days at Yarrabah Primary School I remember have a lot of fun ...'
'As we were walking along my father said, "Take notice now, see which way we age going, otherwise, you might get lost ...'
'... this is my story, My father came from Bloomfield near Cooktown. In 1920s he was caught by the police... he was sent to Palm Island for punishment ...'
In False Bay, Yarrabah in Queensland there lived a green old turtle. This green old turtle was very special in this bay ...'
''...one day when we were getting yams at First Creek a big black, hairy, wid pig ran out of the bushes ...'
'This story was told to me by my mother. It happened a long time ago. ...'
'Now in my yard I have about twelve different fruit trees. This trees remind me of my island home far away. ...'
'My dad told me a story about how his Aboriginal stepfather tried to kill him at the age of eight years because he was a half-caste boy. ...'
'...one day a government man came and took away me and another boy called Alan and another little gird called Frieda. We thought he was just taking us for a ride ...'
'No-one is allowed near or close to the cave because it is very sacred. No-one is allowed to camp close by ...'
'One day when I was living in Wyndham I went across to Oombulgurri in the Kimberleys in Western Australia. ...'
'My grandfather was a special person. My Grandfather's name was Jimmy Dugong. He got the name of Dugong because he was a good hunter. ...'
'This is a story my grandfather told me from Angurugu. When I was a little girl I lived at Angurugu on Groote Eylandt. ...'
'This is a story about a boy called Gelam and his mother Usar. They lived on the place called Gerain on the far end of Moa Island, the place where I come from. ...'
'This story was told me by my father about our totem, the sacred shark that lives at our homeland called Rorru. ...'
'One day the wallaby and the wild hen sat on the beach and looked across to a green island on the other side. ...'
'The old people of the Lardil tribe used to go over to Rocky Island from Mornington Island to catch turtle when they came up on the beach to lay their eggs. ...'