Frankston Beach

Summer was my favourite season, it meant daylight saving, balmy evenings & lazy days on the beach! Frankston Beach was calm with virtually no waves, so it served as a haven for families during the hot Melbourne summers. In the 60’s & 70’s thousands of people spent sweltering days on the beach & it was not uncommon for entire families to spend the night sleeping on the beach to escape the heat.

In those days the Life Saving Pavillion was a kiosk serving hot dogs, hamburgers, chips, ice creams, lollies & cold drinks. The area surrounding the kiosk was the most sought after, as each trip for refreshments required a walk across the red hot sand. It was not uncommon on 40 degree days to have the odd person perch on the edge of your beach towel, as a resting point between hot sand dashes!

The sand was a sea of colored umbrellas & finding yours after a dip in the sea was no mean feat.


Pier & Kiosk in background

In the late 60’s & early 70’s, 3KZ ‘buzzed around in beach buggies’ and 3DB’s cabin cruiser prowled around off shore. The mobile units of the two biggest top forty stations, 3UZ and 3AK travelled around the Bellarine Peninsula and then swapped to the Mornington Peninsula. The radio stations played music through the kiosk speakers & the beach became alive with music, sand, sea & the pungent smell of Coppertone in the air.

Frankston Pier is considered an iconic landmark. It was originally built in 1857 so fishermen could ship their catches to Melbourne. It has been extended and repaired over the decades. It has always been popular with fisherman and boaters, and summer weekends will find children diving off the pier in contravention of local by-laws.

“On the Beach” starring Gregory Peck

In 1959, the Hollywood film, On the Beach, starring Gerogory Peck & Ava Gardnery, was partly filmed in Frankston, at its railway station & surrounding area.The original novel of On the Beach was written by novelist Nevil Shute, who lived in Frankston’s south-east, in what is now the Frankston suburb of Langwarrin.

4 Replies to “Frankston Beach”

  1. Fond memories of Frankston.

    We lived in Stringybark Cres., the Pines I think they called it. Dad was in the Navy and often absent. It was a bit of a walk to Frankston. One day Mum had cashed in a heap of long necks(Mum didn’t drink) and she took us young kids to Frankston for ice cream.

    The Milkman from Arthurs Dairy came with a draught horse. The horse was so smart, it slowly walked along while the Milko delivered the BOTTLES of milk. The housewives would collect horse droppings for their roses. Dad had a truck licence and occasionally took an old Bedford truck to country Victoria delivering milk for Arthur.

    Even though I was only 5/6 back in 1964, I can still hear the steam trains near Frankston.

    I was only 6 but I remember getting on the train at Frankston. The movie on the Beach brings back so many memories.

    Life has always been tough, yet, looking back, we have lost something.
    In a plastic, material world, we have lost something concrete. We have, or could, lose our roots as Alex Haley pointed out.

    Sites like this convince me that all is not lost.
    By the way, at the risk of sounding like an idiot, I had a full on dream a few years ago. I was at Frankston or a nearby beach and the water was so pure, like before Capt. Cook, etc arrived. It was a dream so real.


  2. Loved Frankston Beach, used to go near the bottom of Olie’s hill & hire a paddle ski & have races with each other. Then when i was about 14 started jumping off the Pier, gee i must have been pretty fit then, we would dive/bomb off the end & swim to shore & then just do it again all day 😉 . We would go to the Fish & Chip shop & buy about 20cents mixed & share them around, then when night came it was off to the Carnival. What a great time & place to grow up, loved my Childhood growing up in Frankston !

  3. Let’s not forget all the kids jumping off the end of the pier. It was heaps of fun clambering back up the ladders or onto the lower decks. I recall stories of some trying that at Seaford but sadly breaking their necks.

    The large car park went right up to the pier and used to be a place for car parking late at night. Burnouts all the time. Cars would ‘cut laps’ around Frankston and park down at the pier.

    The carnival was fun.

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