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Garden City Reserve

Garden City Reserve.
Garden City Reserve.

This is a photo of Garden City Reserve taken early Autumn 2016 at about 7 am.

I always make a cup of tea in the morning and go out the front in my dressing gown and look eastwards towards the park. There is always a difference in the horizon. It can be the sun breaking with the clouds bright orange, or else it can be shrouded in mist, like this photo.

In any event, I love looking towards the park to see what is going on.

Between 7 am and 8 am there are dog lovers exercising the dogs and meeting socially; at lunch time the school children from Port Melbourne Primary play, because there is no room at Port Melbourne Primary. Much laughter of children echoes around the area, and at 5 pm the dog lovers resume meeting again.

It is a changing scene.

The park is well used.

Helen Barry


  • Colin Johnson
    Posted April 17, 2017 11.47 am 0Likes

    Hi my name Colin Johnson I was born in garden city and I was wondering if you
    The same Helen Barry who had a sister named Joan and had a brother called John I
    Think that was his name and you had a Bulldog and lived near the Old COR depot.
    Do you still live in garden City was your father partners in woodruff & Barry Dairies? I left Garden City at aged 16 when I worked on the Vic railways I am now living in Queensland for the last 42 years Always remember the Good times at Garden City.
    I hope I have the right Barry’s in my mind i was just reading your story on the Reserve and your name rang a bell

    • Janet Bolitho
      Posted April 18, 2017 11.50 am 0Likes

      Hello Colin
      I think that is indeed the same Barry family. I will pass on your details to Helen.
      Kind regards

  • Stewart Clarke
    Posted May 19, 2017 4.23 pm 0Likes

    Nice one Helen, brings back so many memories.

  • lois daley
    Posted May 22, 2017 4.04 pm 0Likes

    I like Helen Barry have such fond memories of Garden City Reserve …
    I like to call it MY PLACE
    As a child born in 1936 it was where my Mother Jessie and Father Albert took
    me to play and then with my Brother John Born in 1939 we both spent our playtime there in the 1940’s …on Our way home from school John would always have a kick of the football before entering Crichton ave …I had to wait for him and take him across Beacon Rd which was always busy withe trucks heading towards Williamstown rd to the various factories in Fishermen’s Bend …
    It was our PARK AND WHEN AS AN ADULT OF 70 YEARS WE NEARLY LOST IT TO DEVELOPMENT OF AN AGED CARE FACILITY MY TIME WAS NOW TO THANK IT FOR ALL IT HAD GIVEN MY FAMILY………IT WAS OUR breathing space and if it was lost it would never be returned to open space again…….Said famous Australian Author Patrick White
    It stands proud as I look at it from my front garden ……

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We respectfully acknowledge the Traditional Custodians of the land on which we meet and work, the Bunurong Boon Wurrung and Wurundjeri Woi Wurrung peoples of the Eastern Kulin Nation and pay respect to their Elders past, present and emerging.