Brian Skelding
New Member
Me Mum
Used to clean The White Harte Pub on the corner of Bracebridge Street and Aston Road. It was owned by Wilson Jones who used to play center forward for Birmingham City and Wales. And when he retired he bought the White Harte. But all Birmingham City supporters should know that. Todays Soccer players would probably buy the brewery. Such is the gap between then and now.
I would get to go along with her to clean the bar. It was a wonderful playground. Crawling around the under the bar, the tables, and benches. The cellar was too scary. One day I was crawling around under the bar and I heard a commotion in the snug room. I went to see what was happening. I remember this scene so vividly. There was a man clutching his right palm with his left thumb. There was Wilson and his wife and me mum trying to figure out how to stop the blood spurting out of the stubs of his fingers which he just chopped off trying to steal a barrel of bear out of the back yard. He got his fingers jambed between the steal rim of the barrel and the wall when he tipped it. I spent a lot of days after that trying to find the fingers. I don't know why. There was no "show and tell" back then or even dry them out like rabbits feet.
Used to clean The White Harte Pub on the corner of Bracebridge Street and Aston Road. It was owned by Wilson Jones who used to play center forward for Birmingham City and Wales. And when he retired he bought the White Harte. But all Birmingham City supporters should know that. Todays Soccer players would probably buy the brewery. Such is the gap between then and now.
I would get to go along with her to clean the bar. It was a wonderful playground. Crawling around the under the bar, the tables, and benches. The cellar was too scary. One day I was crawling around under the bar and I heard a commotion in the snug room. I went to see what was happening. I remember this scene so vividly. There was a man clutching his right palm with his left thumb. There was Wilson and his wife and me mum trying to figure out how to stop the blood spurting out of the stubs of his fingers which he just chopped off trying to steal a barrel of bear out of the back yard. He got his fingers jambed between the steal rim of the barrel and the wall when he tipped it. I spent a lot of days after that trying to find the fingers. I don't know why. There was no "show and tell" back then or even dry them out like rabbits feet.
