Country girl - Linda's Story


I was a young girl from the country and we lived in a boarding house on Punt Road. We were very good little Catholic girls and were always told never to go to the doctor next door because that was Mr Betram Wainer, so we were never to go in there. We used to hang out at the Boundary Hotel. It was absolutely wonderful. And walking to the city, it was just fantastic. But the noise and the traffic.
This was in the early ’70s. There would be hundreds of girls who went through that place. It was 1091 Hoddle Street, near the corner of George Street. They’re still there, terrace house, privately owned now. With little corridors and things right behind these two houses. It was absolutely wonderful. It was all country girls. Because we had to live somewhere safe in Melbourne.

From bars to convents - Zoe's Story


In the early 1970s, Zoe was living in Brighton and working at one of the first wine bars in Carlton. As you did at the time, she and her colleagues got very sloshed after work most nights. And then Zoe would drive home at 1 or 2am.

She remembers driving down Punt Road one night (full as a boot) and turning into the Maccas on the corner of Glenhuntly and Nepean Highway (which might still be there). Police followed her in – they'd been following her car as it meandered down Punt Road. When they told her she was driving dangerously she screamed at them. They got scared and backed off.

The next morning she woke up with crippling embarrassment for what she'd done. So she baked a cake and took it to the Elsternwick police station.

A decade or so later, after a long international flight stuck next to a nun who prayed for eight hours, Zoe decided to become a Catholic. She went to the (now destroyed) convent on Hoddle Street, near Clifton Hill Station, and visited 95-year-old Sister Paul every week for 18 months.  Hoddle Street always reminds her of that now.