<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013373</id><updated>2009-02-22T01:02:32.364+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Port Melbourne Musings</title><subtitle type='html'>Musings from Port Melbourne, Victoria, Australia</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portmusings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Lois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04716071052334602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013373.post-105973299668562529</id><published>2003-08-01T20:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T20:16:36.673+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is the 1st of August 2003.Cold morning but a beautiful day to follow.Port Phillip Bay was so calm and serene and it was hard to imagine that no more than 1/2 kilometre away there was a traffic snarl on Westgate Bridge which on a Friday is the norm.The bay had low dark grey fog hovering above the water line,no not cloud but pollution.there was no wind to take it out to sea.I often wonder </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/105973299668562529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/105973299668562529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portmusings.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105973299668562529' title=''/><author><name>Lois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04716071052334602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14183434123324212804'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013373.post-105732645609745498</id><published>2003-07-04T23:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T17:17:40.616+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It has been some time since I have posted writings on the Port Melbourne Muse site, but there has been little of good news to foward.Development continues in Port Melbourne at a fast pace some of it unbridled in design and good taste. Our love of everything in large concrete blocks will I,m sure in years to come be viewed by the coming generation as an eyesore ,going from a beautiful bay to an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/105732645609745498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/105732645609745498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portmusings.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105732645609745498' title=''/><author><name>Lois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04716071052334602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14183434123324212804'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013373.post-90888368</id><published>2003-03-18T10:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T10:44:48.500+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>18th March 2003.                        Well where have the days gone,not frittered away ,never a dull moment in Port Melbourne.We have been in the news on a constant basis over the past month.1.The ongoing controversy re development of Princes Pier by Mirvac.Plans submitted,re submitted,commitees of all types consulted objections lodged etc etc ..All suggest that some development on the pier </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/90888368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/90888368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portmusings.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90888368' title=''/><author><name>Lois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04716071052334602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14183434123324212804'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013373.post-89759345</id><published>2003-02-26T15:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-26T15:31:08.576+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wednesday 26th Feb 2003.It is nearly a month since I have put pen to paper as the saying goes.(What do we say of the internet)Now Port is/has been in the news these past weeks so I thought I would keep you up to date on what is happening in the BOROUGH..We have been inundated with LUXURY LINERS berthing @ Station Pier over the past weeks.These ships are so large they need one side of the pier </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/89759345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/89759345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portmusings.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89759345' title=''/><author><name>Lois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04716071052334602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14183434123324212804'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013373.post-88192367</id><published>2003-01-29T12:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-01-29T12:56:54.960+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>29.1.2003.....Another scorching hot day in the BOROUGH.This morning I received a reply  via email from the Port Phillip Council rep for gardens,in reply to my concerns about the distress of the large trees on Murphy's Reserve .Murphy's is a sporting oval of large proportions including Cricket football soccer baseball ,all separate ovals taking up most of the Reserve .I always imagined that a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/88192367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/88192367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portmusings.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88192367' title=''/><author><name>Lois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04716071052334602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14183434123324212804'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013373.post-87924670</id><published>2003-01-24T09:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-01-24T09:33:16.823+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today in Port it is an eerie feeling ,smoke covers most of the city  and the sun rising early this morning was bright red surrounded by white cloud.No breeze from the sea to be felt and the water still as still.Unusual for early in the morning and when the Tasmanian Spirit docked it was like a ghost ship arriving through a cloud that had encompased it.           The constant hum of traffic as it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/87924670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/87924670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portmusings.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87924670' title=''/><author><name>Lois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04716071052334602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14183434123324212804'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013373.post-87325588</id><published>2003-01-13T10:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-01-13T10:17:13.953+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>January 13th 2003..                          A New Year in the life of the Muse from Port Melbourne.As I start my meanderings I look from my front room window where my Computer is onto the Garden City Reserve which is dry dry dry the colour of hay after harvesting.The trees look stressed and I fear we will losemany of them esp the older wattles and the newly planted elms,gums poplars which have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/87325588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/87325588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portmusings.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87325588' title=''/><author><name>Lois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04716071052334602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14183434123324212804'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013373.post-86587661</id><published>2002-12-28T00:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-12-28T00:32:45.093+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>28/12/2002 Well the Christmas celebrations are nearly over and as the New Year approaches the time between today and then is peaceful and quiet here in the Borough.Yesterday as I walked along Sandridge Beach the small sailing boats taking part in the Cock of The Bay race held at the same time each year  were crossing Hobsons Bay from Williamstown at the far end of the the two piers,Station and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/86587661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/86587661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portmusings.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86587661' title=''/><author><name>Lois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04716071052334602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14183434123324212804'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013373.post-86243825</id><published>2002-12-19T10:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-12-19T10:24:55.033+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today it is warm and sunny with a sea breeze ,just the sort of weather that makes you feel in holiday mode.Our parks like the drought striken state of Victoria are not looking good although as I have said before the Elms,Poplars Palms  &amp; the many English trees planted in Port Melbourne before the turn of the century are all doing well ,perhaps as my friend Angela has said "They have found the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/86243825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/86243825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portmusings.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86243825' title=''/><author><name>Lois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04716071052334602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14183434123324212804'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013373.post-85533024</id><published>2002-12-05T22:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-12-05T22:00:44.310+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The drought broke a little today with some rain to dampen the parks and gardens.I walked along the foreshore this morning after hearing that the ship from Tasmania was late in docking due to bad weather .The white caps buffeted the sea wall where once there was a beach now high rise apartments some 14 storys into the air.The large Tasmanian ferry bobbed alongside the pier as it was tied fast ,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/85533024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/85533024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portmusings.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85533024' title=''/><author><name>Lois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04716071052334602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14183434123324212804'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013373.post-85001863</id><published>2002-11-24T19:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-11-24T19:18:08.980+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sunday. 24th November 2002.Today and for the past 3 days it has been hot and humid with little relief from a breeze off the bay.It is unusual to not have the sweet smell of the sea coming through my upstairs bedroom window.The grass on the parks is tinder dry and some small trees planted early in the year have died or are about to die.The beautiful Olive trees in the park are in need of water as</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/85001863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/85001863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portmusings.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85001863' title=''/><author><name>Lois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04716071052334602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14183434123324212804'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013373.post-84292808</id><published>2002-11-10T09:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-11-10T09:54:34.776+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My writing today this Sunday is not so much about Port Melbourne although in a way it does.Yesterday I met with women I was at school with 50 years ago. (Yes 50 years) We as young girls went to a school called J.H.Boyd Domestic College in Normanby Rd South Melbourne .It has been 50 years since some of us had met and can you imagine the great excitement as some of us recognised each other some of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/84292808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/84292808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portmusings.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84292808' title=''/><author><name>Lois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04716071052334602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14183434123324212804'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013373.post-84160130</id><published>2002-11-07T17:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-11-07T17:08:56.096+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today it is hot and windy with little relief from the sea breeze.I looked at the 3 PALM TREES as they were buffeted by the wind the lower parts dry the top half just barely alive.They had not been watered for some days or nearly a week on my reconing.I came in and emailed the council parks and gardens dept.A water tanker was down in 15 minutes.Then I decided to consult with neighbours re </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/84160130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/84160130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portmusings.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84160130' title=''/><author><name>Lois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04716071052334602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14183434123324212804'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013373.post-83818640</id><published>2002-10-31T21:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-10-31T21:24:11.710+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>31st October 2002.                          This wonderful poem was writen for  ME  by a dear friend from Oregon U,S.A..Edwina Peterson Cross is the Poetry Editor for an Oregon Newspaper.This is her Poem.................................................................................................................                          SWALLOW STREET,LEMON TREE                          </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/83818640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/83818640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portmusings.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83818640' title=''/><author><name>Lois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04716071052334602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14183434123324212804'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013373.post-83712726</id><published>2002-10-29T22:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-10-29T22:11:44.830+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last Night (Mon 28th Oct 02) was the monthly meeting of the Port Melb Historical &amp; Preservation Society.The meeting was held for the 1st time in 7 years out of the Port Melb Town Hall.This being due to our library being moved from its present site (next to our biggest shopping centre) to the T/Hall which is 4 blocks away.Not a well received decision by the majority of Port Melb Residents.So a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/83712726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/83712726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portmusings.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83712726' title=''/><author><name>Lois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04716071052334602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14183434123324212804'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013373.post-83007200</id><published>2002-10-15T19:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-10-15T19:53:17.810+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I write tonight to add to the tale of the PALM trees ,planted I felt in a totally inapropriate place on a road near my home.So I wrote to The MAYOR, I wrote to my Local COUNCILLOR,I wrote to the Parks &amp; Gardens co/ord at my counciland lastly I spoke to my neighbours asking their opinions on the PALM trees,A meeting and viewing was arranged and all agreed that the PALM trees were totally </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/83007200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/83007200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portmusings.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83007200' title=''/><author><name>Lois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04716071052334602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14183434123324212804'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013373.post-82591879</id><published>2002-10-06T23:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-10-06T23:17:34.580+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is hard to believe it is just on a month since I last put pen to paper on Port Musings.Many reasons and excuses including a computer out of action for 10 days I didn,t realise how much I would miss it ,being a relative newcomer of only 18 months,but miss it I did.So I used my hand writing skills and kept notes in a little book I carried in my bag,jottings of what I see on my travels around </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/82591879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/82591879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portmusings.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82591879' title=''/><author><name>Lois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04716071052334602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14183434123324212804'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013373.post-81027154</id><published>2002-09-02T21:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-09-02T21:42:21.033+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well yesterday to be precise at 9pm from Station Pier Port Melbourne Vic.Australiathe new ship to Tasmania sailed .As the T.T.Line said in their publicity We've doubled the ships ,doubled the crossings,&amp; doubled the convenience.,And this means we now have 2 ships leaving Melbourne every night 7 days a week to Tasmania.The new ships are named Spirit 1 and Spirit 2.&amp; painted red and whiteBuilt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/81027154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/81027154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portmusings.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81027154' title=''/><author><name>Lois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04716071052334602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14183434123324212804'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013373.post-78776489</id><published>2002-07-11T00:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-07-11T00:20:02.740+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is History out if you know where to search for it.=======================================On Tuesday (9/7/2002) I went with a group interested in seeing how the archives of our past are kept.We travelled to Brunswick where the Melbourne University Archives are kept. There we met Professors,Librarians,cataloguers who took us through the process of finding the information that was stored in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/78776489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/78776489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portmusings.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78776489' title=''/><author><name>Lois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04716071052334602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14183434123324212804'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013373.post-77168886</id><published>2002-05-31T13:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-05-31T13:37:32.603+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I thought I might enlighten you to some of the history of our street names..Some very old some quite new...... Here we go..... SWALLOW ST was named after Thomas Swallow who founded the great Swallow &amp; Ariel biscuit factory which at the time (1850's) was the 5th largest steam biscuit factory in the WORLD. He was the 2nd Mayor of Sandridge 1860-1862.He helped found the Sandridge Freemasons </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/77168886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/77168886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portmusings.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77168886' title=''/><author><name>Lois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04716071052334602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14183434123324212804'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013373.post-76834799</id><published>2002-05-22T19:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-05-22T19:54:18.330+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wednesday 22nd May 2002.in cold/wet and wind blown Port Melbourne.As I have described the beautiful Garden City Reserve in all its golden glory bathing in the Autumn sunlight It is now a mass of fallen,strewn leaves from the 70 yr old elms,oaks,poplars scattered far and wide most of them ending up in residents gardens,no easy task raking or sweeping them up especially when they are wet.They fill</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/76834799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/76834799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portmusings.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76834799' title=''/><author><name>Lois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04716071052334602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14183434123324212804'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013373.post-11232567</id><published>2002-03-29T12:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-03-29T12:14:06.570+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is Good Friday on the Easter Calendar and all is quiet in Port Melbourne save for the children and their families at the playground on Garden City Reserve.I am not sure if I have told you the story of Garden City Reserve which I see every day from my front porch.I am very lucky to be living opposite such a tranquil piece of parkland.Garden City Reserve was named after the the estate built </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/11232567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/11232567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portmusings.blogspot.com/2002_03_24_archive.html#11232567' title=''/><author><name>Lois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04716071052334602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14183434123324212804'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013373.post-10817046</id><published>2002-03-17T16:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-03-17T19:54:34.000+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am reminded of the song " It's a Lovely Day Today"  and it has been one of those such days. It is the 17th of March and to those so inclined to celebrate the special occasion of St Patrick and drink green beer I wish you all a clear head for your start of the working week.In the main street of Port Melbourne there is a local watering hole called Molly Blooms where Irish music can be heard and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/10817046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/10817046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portmusings.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10817046' title=''/><author><name>Lois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04716071052334602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14183434123324212804'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013373.post-9062773</id><published>2002-01-26T19:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-03-17T20:02:27.000+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is the 2th January 2002 officially Australia Day.Station Pier was alive with people,A big white tent was erected for the ceremony to celebrate this special day.Those who live in the City of Port Phillip were welcomed by the Mayor Julian Hill and those becoming new citizens of Australia sometimes called a naturalisation ceremony were presented with their scroll.I looked up the word in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/9062773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/9062773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portmusings.blogspot.com/2002_01_20_archive.html#9062773' title=''/><author><name>Lois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04716071052334602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14183434123324212804'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013373.post-8807941</id><published>2002-01-18T17:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-03-17T20:06:47.000+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday night the 18th Jan 2002.It is around 6.30 pm,and the Spirit of Tasmania has just blown its first whistle to alert passengers and well wishers on the pier that she (The Ship) will sail in one hours time.Why are ships called females? There is no prize for the answer but I'm sure most of us will have a different version. I have listened to the whistle of the ships leaving the Port Melbourne</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/8807941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3013373/posts/default/8807941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portmusings.blogspot.com/2002_01_13_archive.html#8807941' title=''/><author><name>Lois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04716071052334602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14183434123324212804'/></author></entry></feed>