We went to Neirs every Sunday with our parents and cousins. We said we were going to our Aunt Julie’s. Our dads were in the union course men’s club as they called it. Went to a great Christmas party there every year.
I remember my Grandpa Harold Wilson taking me and having to sit at the table in the back corner…chlidren weren’t allowed near the bar . He was a fixture there his most of his adult life .
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