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agedbloke says
My aunt and her husband, George and Hilda Packer, kept the ‘Five Bells’ from around 1952 to 1959 and it was very interesting for me to as a child to go over to see them and, during hours when they were not open, throw darts at the board and do all sorts of absorbing things like listening to an LP of ‘My Fair Lady’ on their large radiogram. Very modern. My cousin Brian held his 21st birthday celebration in the club room at the back in 1955 on which occasion I didn’t get home until about 3.30 a.m. This was quite a memory for me at seven or eight!
More important is something that I personally don’t remember, which is that my late mother lived there throughout her teen years in the 1930s when my dearly loved grandparents, Jack and Florrie Greetham, kept it. They were allegedly the first ones in to the current ‘modern’ building. My mother told me many a tale of her very happy youth spent there, one of the later ones being of the day she introduced her future husband, my father-to-be, to her father for the first time. It was in the side entrance corridor, and my grandfather, who had a goodly congregation in that night, eventually emerged and said, ‘Right, where’s this young man I’ve got to meet?’ and, having shaken hands, said he was pleased to meet him, and then plunged back behind the bar. There should be a plaque on the wall.
Quite a few years ago I went in there on one occasion as an act of nostalgia and was overcome by the changes. Public Bar, Smoke Room and Off Sales, together with the tea room, all swept away and replaced by one big room with a U-shaped bar.