My mother worked behind this pub bar for a while when a
Mrs Lienhard was landlady; she must have been seventy. It was used by a
lot of the Irish community and in the back room the piano was going every
Saturday night, mum and I would give a song along with numerous others. It
seemed to attract the 'characters' of Huntingdon and the old landlady
would always fry them a Bubble and Squeak supper and never charge them
for it.
A friend of my husband a one Elliot Zoric, a Yugoslav who settled here
after the war and married a local girl, worked at the butchers on the
corner of George street, he would always call for a pint after work and
parked his bike outside on the wall, when he came out one time he found
somebody had pinched his Sunday joint from the bag at the back of his
bike, many a laugh was had about that, apart from his wife. Lovely days.
