A must do on any visit to Melbourne for me is a tram ride out to St Kilda to visit the old haunts of my family. Whilst the classic old Victorian block of units that used to be home to my grandparents and dad is long gone, I can still wander past some of his old drinking holes such as the now more gentrified Prince of Wales Hotel, or stroll past the home where I was raised for the first year of my life, or see Luna Park where many early birthdays were celebrated, or drop into the Jewish pastry shops that have fed us with delights for years, or head on down to the esplanade and wander along the beach. Whatever I do, one thing is certain, I have to visit the St Kilda pier. Why, well the pier is where some of my Dad’s ashes were laid to rest.
Dad had very few requests but one was that some of his ashes be scattered from the pier and the other was that he be buried back in his hometown of Berrigan alongside the rest of his family. It was during the depression that my grandparents lost the family farm and moved into St Kilda to find work, and so, my Dad spent all his teenage years until young adulthood in the St Kilda area.
It is not surprising to note that St Kilda has become our AFL club of choice (but let’s not talk about football today!).
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St Kilda Pier