Magical Memories

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By: Edwina Green

What a flood of memories assailed me after reading Serge’s last column in which he shared some of the marvelous poem sent to him by a friend about St Kilda. Growing up in the fifties in Dalgetty Street, I spent my time figure skating at St Moritz every night and swimming all summer at South Pacific. Then came the sixties! Rock and roll at Earls Court on a Sunday Arvo, Sound Lounge (what sophistication), learning to cha cha at the Tarantella Nightclub, then falling into Timmies Hamburger joint on Fitzroy Street at 3am for a big feed before fronting up to work. Johnny O’Keefe at the George on a Saturday night. Wonders of wonders; Oscar opens the first legal nightclub on the Esplanade, no more hiding the brandy bottle at the Ski Club on a Friday night. Les Girls, Topolinos at 3am, for one big party, and no drugs! Such marvelous recollections… There is not another place in Oz like St Kilda, and it still keeps rocking, with the Espy and the Prince. Many changes, gentrification and evolution. I may now be a senior citizen, but I still love it.

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