A Bloody Paraplegic
Joanne Peters and Bakers Hill                                                                                                        

I am not sure how I met up with Joanne Peters but most likely I was invited around to the Peters place in Bakers Hill by her mum Peg. Bakers Hill is about 15 minutes out of Northam on the road to Perth.

It was a nice peaceful place and I would spend many a relaxing weekend there. Joanne was bright and bubbly and had this amazing cheeky smile. She was a lot of fun to be with and we started going out together after a while and eventually she came and lived with me at my place in Northam. We had a great time putting in a garden, trees and a swimming pool and it became as much her house as mine.

Joanne played Tennis and Soccer and was always on the move and very fit. She even had me hitting a tennis ball at times on the courts that were just up the road in Bakers Hill. We would also go out rifle shooting but only shoot cans because we couldn't bring ourselves to shoot anything that moved.

In fact now that I look back on it the Bakers Hill period with Jo Jo and the rest of the family and their friends who lived on what was pretty much the only street in Bakers Hill, George Street, was very special.

We were together for around 5 years when it came time for her to move on and although that was another heart wrenching period of my life I fully understood her reasons and was happy for her.

Deli Dinka who worked at 6mm, me and Joanne around the pool at our place in Northam.

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