Punt Road born and bred - Mandy's Story


When my parents married in 1952 they lived in an apartment on the corner of Punt Road and Greville Street (still there). In 1953, I was born – this was my first home.

My mother is now 82 and, after living elsewhere for her married life, she and Dad moved into an aged care facility that borders Punt Road in 1998. (One block away from their first apartment!) Dad died but Mum still lives in the hostel and is in good health – she still catches the Punt Road bus to go out.

In 1971 I started my nursing training at the Alfred Hospital and, as was required in those days, I lived in the nurses' home on Punt Road (now a carpark) and also briefly opposite in Fawkner Mansions. My boyfriend at the time moved into a boarding house in Punt Road, opposite the nurses' home, which facilitated the occasional illicit rendez-vous.

During my pregnancies, I consulted my obstetrician whose rooms were in a converted Victorian house in Punt Road.

I often drive down Punt Road and remember many familiar landmarks.

Image credits:
Courtesy of the State Library Victoria:
Alfred Hospital, Prahran, [Vic.] [picture] / G. Luly.
The Woodland Path: Looking along tree lined path from Punt Road to hospital night nurses quarters.
Date(s): ca. 1924.
Creator: Luly, G., photographer.
Copyright status: This work is out of copyright; No copyright restrictions apply.

A Tiger born and bred - Maree's Story


I was born on Punt Road many years ago apparently in peak hour traffic! I was born 9 January 1959. Not too sure what traffic was like then, but I do know my poor father had to pull over and deliver me as they were not going to make it to the Mercy hospital in time. He then drove Mum and me to the hospital where he jumped out to get help. He was told to go away and stop making things up. Apparently some time earlier that day twins had been born before reaching hospital and so they didn't believe Dad. Fortunately the Mother Superior came to check and found a rather blue baby in the car. Suffice to say I am still here and kicking many years later and so are both my parents, Fran and Jack at 83 and 86. I forgot to say I was born outside the main gate of the old Richmond football ground and am still an avid supporter of the Tigers, through thick and thin.

A lesson to remember - Jo's Story


I delivered premature twins on 21 March 1987. When it was finally time to take the girls home, Dad, who had been flat chat rehearsing a play at the time, came to pick us up. On our return to St Kilda along Punt Road in peak hour traffic we ran out of petrol. We were able to turn off onto a side street where we parked outside the house of a very generous Greek family who invited us in and cared for us until petrol was bought for the car. Needless to say, as time was moving on, and as the girls were to be fed by a bottle which was waiting for them at home with my mum, I began  to panic. But we did finally make it home to St Kilda, from East Melbourne, where Mum was waiting with bottles in hand. For a first time mum it was a bit stressful but thank god we both have a sense of humor which got us through on the day!

Lesson to remember: never ever drive without checking petrol levels! Has never happened again in our life!