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.

Flashy boyfriend, fast car, going nowhere - Caroline's Story

petrol gauge

It was the early 1960s on a nice summer day when my somewhat flashy boyfriend picked me up from work in his brand new shiny MG sports car. Puffed up and pleased with himself he'd lowered the roof and we made quite a spectacle cruising through the city.

Then we came to Punt Road bridge and were almost over it when the engine stopped and refused to restart. In peak hour traffic with horns blasting and other drivers yelling he sat in the car refusing to get out and push. He kept repeating over and over, 'This just doesn't happen to a brand new car!'

Finally he was persuaded and I moved to the driver's seat and steered while he pushed the car off the bridge and around to the left. Once safely on the grass verge beside the river I looked at the fuel gage – empty.

Turned out the tank had not been completely filled before he took delivery of the vehicle earlier that afternoon. We were simply out of petrol.