Comments on: The Henley Line

By: John Wilson

John Wilson — Wed, 24 Sep 2025 03:26:37 +0000

My father (dob 27/9/35) recalls travelling there to swim in the baths as a teenager. However, his dementia limits detail on those trips.
Just completed by a small modelling group (and exhibited at the NRM 9/25) is an operational scale model of the Henley beach Station and Military Road approach. Concept design within MRSAC notes, 2022) and recent Youtube video.

By: Shauna Parsons

Shauna Parsons — Sun, 18 May 2025 10:58:23 +0000

My ancestors owned 202 Military Rd. I was born at Henley Beach in 1960 and lived there for the first two years of my life. I spent many school holidays in that house with my Auntie and Uncle.

By: Pauline Mannix

Pauline Mannix — Mon, 21 Oct 2024 14:26:57 +0000

In the 1950’s my mother would take my young brother and me to either the Grange Jetty or the Henley Beach Jetty (and swimming pool) for a day of swimming and fun the sun. We caught the train at Albert Park RS or Seaton RS. I loved it when we went all the way to Henley Beach, stopping at Kirkcaldy RS and Marlborough RS along the way. It was quite an adventure and to this very day I still love riding on trains. I was saddened when the line stopped at Grange.

By: Geoff Appelt

Geoff Appelt — Mon, 07 Oct 2024 04:05:23 +0000

Our family moved to Henley South in October 1956.

We lived 50m from the viaduct, and had to duck our heads to go through the underpass.

Sadly, the trams ceased soon after, and we used buses thereafter.

My memory of the train from Henley to the city is vague, but your excellent article has cleared up the mystery.

I thought I could remember the railway station at Henley. I now know this was not a dream, although it was only in use for a short time after we moved to Henley South.

In my teen years (60s), a number of us took the train from Grange to Woodville to attend dances at the St Clair Youth Centre. That is another story!

By: John Aitchison

John Aitchison — Mon, 22 Apr 2024 11:56:14 +0000

My father was the Organist at Henley Beach Congregational Church in the early 1950s, when I was a toddler, and I can just remember the puffing of steam locomotives outside as we sang our hymns, and the sound of the bell which the driver (or fireman?) rang – for safety reasons, presumably – as the trains passed along the Military Road.