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The Victoria on Commercial Road where it met William street. Used to live couple of doors away and lemonade and packet of crisps real ‘treat’ from here. Wasn’t Jack Wilson landlord at one stage? It was a true ‘local’ the likes of which no longer exist. When you consider that there was also The Dolphin for top of commercial road and Norton street and Grantley street had at least a couple more pubs each. Can even remember families that lived in houses between pub and chapel from 60 odd years ago. Cunningtons Johnson’s and Harris.
It was owned by my grandparents, George and Violet Hollingsworth. They left the pub in 1979, and I think it was closed after that. It was a real locals place. Not many places like this exist anymore
Not only owed by our grandparents but where our parents met too
I ran round this pub dressed as a cowboy shooting the locals as a boy. Perks of grandparents being the last tenants
Brings back memories, A real pub, Grantham had quite a lot of these.
Mmmn Ki doke!
I remember this pub really well, my grandfather Sid Duller who lived further up the street was a regular, as a child I was allowed to play on the pub piano by the landlady and landlord Mr and Mrs Hollingsworth, also after the pub closed I was given driving lessons from Mr Hollingsworth. Great memories and a great off licence entrance on William Street!