Ms Ingram, Frankston...

Frankston started for me in 1970 when l was born at Frankston Hospital. I lived in Seaford ... friendly, safe environment. Lots of space. The milkman brought milk to our front door. Summers were always great, just walked to the beach. I remember the life saver siren to warn us of sharks. I could do a "boomer", got pushed off half way along the pier. Not today, too shallow. Lovely beach.

Where l live today in Frankston cows use to roam. Frankston Library was a house. Frankston was known as "the smelly, unsafe beach", the "guys beach". Seaford was a busy little community town but the shops arent the same. No fruit shop, hardware shop or that great bake house. No dentists. Thank god. He was a butcher! No butcher with the sawdust on the floor. The milkbar, fish and chips shop and grocer shop, they're still there. The station still looks the same but not as friendly or as busy. Parking is a lot better. I used to always come home with blisters from the soccer oval playground. Soccer, little athletics on the weekend. Tennis court around the corner.

Neighbours were always there and friendly. Community car pools to school. "Jack" next door who used to come to Frankston for holidays. He remembers the trams pulled by horses. Frankston was the holiday capital for honeymooner like my nanna and pa. Remember the Whistle Stop? Frankston was lush and full of spice! . Frankston was a fun happy town with a great childrens park.