Although it has been some 82 years since the Henry Lawson Memorial & Literary Society began, you can still find its members gathering in the heart of Melbourne to celebrate his life and work.

This is the story of my family and how they came to live in Australia, and the legacy of war on immigrants and their families.

Mary MacKillop became Australia's first Saint in 2010. Her remarkable story is documented at the Mary MacKillop Heritage Centre. The Centre's CEO Garry McLean discusses the challanges she encountered and why she should be considered a hero for Australians of all faiths.

Ever wondered how insulin made its way to Australia from Canada? This is the story of an Australian father, dedicated to saving the life of his daughter.

The 19th century award-winning building was one of the first American-style architectural constructs to be built in Victoria.

A reflection of images and stories from Deaf Children Australia. This story is built upon 150 years of experience of supporting deaf children and their families. These images show just a small part of who we are, where we have come from and what we continue to do nowadays.

Photo Exhibition. A collection of beautiful old photographs from the start of the century I found at an auction in Ballarat and fell in love with. These photos were taken by an unknown Australian female photographer spanning from 1904 until 1960s. I am looking for her name.

Marion, renown Melbourne spinner, took her spinning wheel to Antarctica to create the yarn for a handknitted replica of the Balaclava that Sir Douglas Mawson wears on the $100 note. Auctioned in 2011, the money raised was for the Mawson's Huts Foundation.

Hans Peter, my father, was looking forward to the 1936 Olympics in Berlin. My father joined a swimming program with high aspirations, but was not allowed to continue his training as he was Jewish. The family deemed it best to emigrate around that time.

I’ve done a lot of travelling, but Melbourne is the place I have kept on coming back to. I’m fascinated by how it has changed—for better and for worse—but also by what somehow remains.

My passion for Carlton was indoctrinated in me since I was born, as my grandfather played for the club from 1946-1952 as a hard-working defender.

A description of the development of Chiltern through the eyes of Mr W.J. Findlay.