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Scholes

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Scholes
Scholes
Photo: Brian Laithwaite
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Scholes

Comment by: irene roberts on 12th June 2014 at 19:18

I didn't really know Scholes and am itching to hear some comments from people who did.....Come On, Scholes people! These pics are brilliant and so evocative of a place in Wigan's past.

Comment by: Maureen on 12th June 2014 at 22:36

Brian..brilliant photo's.. just brilliant.

Comment by: Thomas(Tom)Walsh on 13th June 2014 at 00:49

The public house on the left of Leach's (famous for ham on the bone) isThe Crown and Sceptre,(Magees House) the first door from Leach's was to the vault ,men only in those days. The second door to the singing room and snug. I think the last landlady was Elsie Calderbank who took over the tenancy of The Wheatsheaf on Wallgate.

Comment by: irene roberts on 13th June 2014 at 09:57

The Singing Room and The Snug! The names alone conjure up visions of when people could relax in a pub without bad behaviour and bad language. They would have been quickly nipped in the bud by the Landlord.

Comment by: vb on 12th July 2014 at 12:48

It would be absolutely fantastic if a booklet was compiled with all these photographs in sequence. I never ever went in any of the pubs in Scholes but I wish I had done now looking back! Probably because they weren't exactly the in places to go then when I was young! It is heartwarming to see these pictures though.

Comment by: Anne Thompson on 6th August 2022 at 16:28

The Crown and Sceptre was where I lived as a child in 1961. It was a Magee Marshall’s pub. Yes you got the layout right. My mum waited on the people in the singing room and yes the vault was just for men only. But the snug was just at the side of the bar opposite the singing room. I remember the regular ladies that used to sit with their stout Dad used to build big coke fires in all the rooms. Our barmaid was Kitty and she was lovely and she always had a DD (double diamond)at the end of her shift. At the back of the pub there was an abattoir. I would regularly watch the cattle wagons unload the bulls. Whit Monday was always a great day and chairs were set along the whole t
Route the night before in readiness for the walking day parade. Such great memories.

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