Brunswick Town Hall is located on the corner of Dawson Street and Sydney Road in the inner northern Melbourne, suburb of Brunswick, Victoria, Australia.
Brunswick was declared a municipality in 1857, after residents petitioned for municipal government. The first municipal chambers were erected in 1859 on Sydney Road at Lobb's Hill, between Stewart and Albion Streets. The present Town Hall is an imposing Victorian building in the Second Empire style, built in 1876.
In 1908 Brunswick became a city.
Diagonally opposite from the Town Hall is the Mechanics' Institute, built in 1868, and used for education and social activities. A monument to the Free Speech fights of the 1930s stands near the corner. The building was acquired by the Brunswick City Council in 1927 and for many years served as the Brunswick Municipal Library.
During 1973 the Brunswick City Council embarked on a plan to demolish the Town Hall and build a modern five story building to house all of council services. The Brunswick Progress Association led a successful public campaign in 1974 against council, to stop the demolition of the town hall.
After the amalgamation of the City of Brunswick with the City of Coburg and the southern portion of the City of Broadmeadows in 1994 to form the City of Moreland, the Town Hall now functions as secondary offices for the new Moreland City Council (City of Moreland).
The Brunswick Town Hall and Atrium is available for hire, and is a venue for the Brunswick Music Festival. The Town Hall building contains the Counihan Gallery and the Brunswick branch of the Moreland City Library.
Famous quotes containing the words town and/or hall:
“That’s a sucker game, Doc. There’s probably fifty fellows around town just waitin’ to see you get liquored up, so they can fill ya full of holes. Build themselves up a great reputation—the man that killed Doc Holliday.”
—Samuel G. Engel (1904–1984)
“Having children can smooth the relationship, too. Mother and daughter are now equals. That is hard to imagine, even harder to accept, for among other things, it means realizing that your own mother felt this way, too—unsure of herself, weak in the knees, terrified about what in the world to do with you. It means accepting that she was tired, inept, sometimes stupid; that she, too, sat in the dark at 2:00 A.M. with a child shrieking across the hall and no clue to the child’s trouble.”
—Anna Quindlen (20th century)