Logan Road to Pacific Highway. An old Hospital and a couple of trams.

In this episode we continue with Memories of Logan Road, from a WW2 army hospital at Holland Park to the end of the line for Brisbane trams at Mount Gravatt.
I grew up in a time where a kid could go to work with his dad. He was a truckie, this meant I was able to learn the layout of Brisbane from an early age.
This route is how I remember travelling from the city, out to our home at Springwood.
These episodes are a recollection of my memories as a child and may not be exactly correct.
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[@glennlaw319]

So many memories for me Pete..... I was born at Kangaroo Point in 1943 and raised at Coorparoo where my Dad, Rex Law, an Exhibition Speedway midget racer and two-car team owner/driver in the 1949 Australian Grand Prix at Leyburn, developed a national road transport business from our 'back yard depot.' My most vivid memory of many as I watched your video came when you identified the Nursery Rd / Marshall Rd intersection where one very late, very wet night in 1964, with my judgment alcoholically impaired, I had stupidly scorched down Nursery Rd in my Triumph TR4 towards Logan Rd and, at around 145 kph in the dip before climbing up to the intersection I applied the brakes which immediately locked up the wheels in the wet slick, so I had to let go and hold it straight and pray no cars or trams were coming along Logan Rd. Very fortunately the road was late-night quiet and I blurted across the intersection at around 60 kph, to quickly dive up the next side street to my right where I parked and turned off all lights until I figured the coast was clear of any observers of my nonsense. Another quick recollection relates to the section of the road just south of Creek Road and the Mt Gravatt Showgrounds which saw me and a mate in 1963 in my then Mini Cooper driving the final section of our late night drive from Surfers Paradise to Granby Street Mt Gravatt....all in reverse. What can I say...? Sadly it's all true.... There are other naughty yet true stories, (and a photo of me in my TR4) a number of them contained in a 400 page historical book I wrote which is on Amazon as a paperback and EBook under my Dad's name as the title....

[@hw4527]

Thanks Pete 👍👍🍻🍻

[@neilsweetman7768]

Pete, I was born in Holland Park in 1949 . My Mother nursed in the hospital at Holland park when she returned from the war . I was familiar with Logan Road until I got married in 1969and then we were sent to live in other parts of QLD. Because of my early familiarity with Logan Road , I remembered so many historic things which are lost to more modern people now. I wish I had of been with you to point out these things . Good show thanks .

[@tezthetruckie]

Thank you for sharing mate

[@Nae98]

My fave memory would have to be that spotlight on the left! I bought my first ever home decor there when I moved out of home many years ago 😂

[@thepaedophileprofit3062]

Many years ago? Well that makes me feel especially old. Spotlight etc was only build in early '90s. I remember the Putt Putt mini gold that was there on that site for years and years prior to spotlight. There was the Putt Putt and the original Big Top Shopping Centre, one of the dumbest shopping centres ever built.

[@GUITARLEGEND956]

My grandmother used to keep 20 cents in the ashtray of her volkswagen..... It would buy her almost 2 litres of 'standard' at 11.9 cents per litre. Can remember my old man driving out of a petrol station in disgust when he realused fuel was 16.4 cents per litre. Said he'd rather walk.

[@thepaedophileprofit3062]

LMAO My Dad worked for Zupps for over 20 years, I was watching to see whats changed there since when I was last around there in mid '90's. Not an elephant in sight. Kind of makes me sad, I spent so much time there from ages 3-25, it really used to be like a second home for me. I chopped my thumb off as a 3-4 year old at Zupps whilst playing in the cab of an old double decker bus from Sydney. The cab door opened/closed from the front side of the door, I went to close the door and off went the end of my thumb, went to a Dr's that was in house on corner opposite where Red Roster is, then to the Mater where they sowed it back on for me. Thumb nail has grown crocked ever since.