I thought you might like to know a little bit more about Jim Corby and where I come from. I guess I am not just a cancer patient sufferer, I am also a very blessed man with quite a life biography to speak of.
My name is James (aka Jim) Corby. Right now I’m 66 years old and I live in suburban Perth, Western Australia.
I was born on the 6th of February 1950 in the village of Armthorpe, in the suburban area of Doncaster, Yorkshire in Northern England. Prior to me emigrating to Australia, Armthorpe was well known as being a town based primarily around the coal mining industry.
I am the 5th of 9 children (7 boys and 2 girls) to my parents James and Kathleen Corby.
In order of age, these are my fellow siblings. Alan, Malcolm, Sandra, Glyn, Myself, Dennis, Kathy, Tony and Mitch.
In 1961, at the age of 11, my parents and siblings emigrated to Australia by boat on the SS Strathnaver. It was an exciting voyage for a 10 year old boy. Even more exciting was turning 11 years old on the day that we crossed the equator and receiving a certificate from the ships captain on that day which wad customary.
We arrived into Australia at the port of Fremantle, 12 miles from Perth City in Western Australia. The place that would become my home for the next 55 years.
The excitement of arriving into a new country with new beginnings soon turned dark, with all school aged children (of large families) being whisked away to Fairbridge Farm, which was an orphanage set up, 60 miles away from Perth, to house children from immigrant families.
For the next 6 months, Fairbridge Farm would become my home and my living nightmare. I experienced my first 6 of the best – for those who understand what that means. For those who don’t know, this was the cane…. 2 whacks on each hand and 2 whacks on the bottom. These were the days where schools disciplined the children with physical punishment regimes. I was not foreign to receiving punishment however, as I was quite the little scallywag.
During my teenage years, I turned to a life in limbo, spending much of my time on the streets, in and out of trouble and fast becoming an alcoholic. This is a period of my life, that I can certainly connect to my current health problems.
At the age of 17, I joined the Australian Army, with a view to getting a trade and sorting my life out a little bit. Unfortunately it was short lived because my scallywag ways won out again. After 6 months in recruitment training, I was discharged for misconduct.
The most special time in my young life to this point, was when I met my future wife, my best friend and my soul mate – Lena 🙂
To be continued……