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in a proper glass to

I love the old wooden beer/pop crates. I bet there were no drugs or foul language in that pub! A lovely photo of times gone by.

Definately no drugs, not to sure about the language Irene, but i will say, if there were any females within hearing distance it wouldn't be used, or at least they wouldn't hear it. I still use a barrel glass to this day where i drink.

I remember Ken Gee's pub in Pemberton, The Pack Horse. As kids, we used to walk past the side door, going up to St John's church. I think it must have been the vault. In summer the door was always fully open: you could smell the stale beer and hear the men talking. It was quite dark, but you could see the shadowy figures of working men enjoying a drink on a Friday night. I still walk past today, but now, sadly, it is a Tesco shop, and, alas, Ken Gee is long dead. If I linger for a moment, I can still hear the chit chat of the men; and catch the faint smell of beer blowing on the autumn breeze up the alleyway...

Roy, you are right. Men had respect for Ladies in those days; now some of the girls are worse than the lads! Jarvo, that was beautifully worded, and I too can smell beer from an open pub door from childhood, but I think beer smelled stronger in those days, and perhaps it was, because we lived opposite a pub in Ince and very often off-key renditions of "Nelly Dean" and "Honely a rose Hi give yoooooo" drifted across to our house!

Irene: That made me laugh. It is a real pleasure reading your posts. You really should put more of your memories on to this website. Take care, J.

My uncle Ken Robinson was landlord of the New Inn in the 60's before he moved on to manage the Legion across the road. I spent many a happy hour in the old place.

Hi Graham ,,The name Ken Robinson rings a bell .. just cant put a face to it