Today, I'm going to record others' words instead.
"After fleeing her burning house [Sherrill Carta] backed her car into a culvert then lost her shoes trying to climb over a burning tree trunk. There was nothing she could do but walk.
'I couldn't really see much. I just kept my eyes on the white line in the middle of the road. There were flames all up the side of the road and houses burning … I never saw anybody else … I remember feeling really alone.' After half a kilometre and an unknown amount of time, a car picked her up."
And from a 63 year-old:
"Driving was not an option for Dorothy [Barber]. 'The garage went first. As soon as I saw the trees burning I couldn't leave. And there was no way I could outrun it.'
Trapped inside her house, she tried to fight the flames with a mop, a bucket and a wet towel. 'I just didn't have the stamina.' So, as her roof crumbled from the force of the flames, she was left with just one tiny space to hide: beneath her back stairs.
It was scorching inside, but there was space enough to crouch and hide. As her house fell apart above her, the bush outside exploded with a force Dorothy will never forget. 'There is nothing in your imagination that you could even compare it to.'"
And from a 99 year-old who's survived three bushfires now:
"'It was a most dreadful day,' said Mrs [Mona] Farr, who survived a major blaze in 1919 and Black Friday in 1939.
She remembers running with her brother Ron with their buckets to fetch water when 'fire came straight for us and then it parted and went straight around our house, for some mysterious reason. We lost all our cattle and all our sheep.'"
I don't know how long the newspaper articles will be available but I think these are the stories worth remembering.