hello chelle and welcome to the forum...ive been hoping for a long time now that someone may recognise the landlady valerie fortnum...i would imagine she pulled our dad many a pint..
lyn
Lyn
If you haven't seen it , regarding the mortuary you might like to look at the first snippet in post 1049 at https://birminghamhistory.co.uk/forum/showthread.php?t=39848&page=70
that's my nan val behide the bar.. she used to run it with my granddad tony. my mom was born in the pub
Excellent photographs, Lyn!afraid not BB the acorn went before i was old enough to go into pubs but i have just reposted my lost pics on posts 1 and 3
lyn
My grandparents lived in Wheeler Street from 1939 to the '50s. Bet my Grandad enjoyed many a pint in there!afraid not BB the acorn went before i was old enough to go into pubs but i have just reposted my lost pics on posts 1 and 3
lyn
What about acorn wilton street
I don't see a late reply as an issue Lyn, particularly if it puts correct information on BHF for future readers as it does in this case.bit late in the day to reply but i will anyway....the acorn wheeler st and the acorn wilton st were one and the same pub..the frontage to the pub was in wheeler st and a passage ran right through to wilton st where you could still enter the pub
lyn
Yes, I worked at the acorn 1963 as a doorman. (Downbeat club) with Tony and Val. Also moved with them to the Custard House Blake Lane, work upstairs on the door. Their son Les played drums in a group called the Bobcats. Great couple great times. George.
Are you Malcolm and was your dad named lesleyThe pic inside the acorn is the wilton street end Horace lawler is standing at the with a pint in his hand and the lady being served is Winnie Andrews . My nan Amy lawler sat at the other end of the bar.she had a big family 12 boys 1 girl and loads of grandchildren.when one of the family went for a drink there would be a drink put in band book she was always in credit.at the end of the bar was a serving hatch to an off lisence .if the police were looking one of the family for a chat they would see nan and she would send them up to the police station to see inspected pick.the police walked round in tapes or threes.Everyone felt safe the place was self policed.had my last drink in the acorn august 1964 got a posting to Malaya and Borneo