"My grandmother,
Sarah Onions, was a fine old lady who ran the Joiners Arms in Camp
Street, Wednesbury, like a matador. Everyone was frightened to death
of her.
"It was a very
respectable pub with no gambling allowed. There were two rooms known
as the Commons, which had a spit-and-sawdust floor and the Lords
with a big table and an open fire.
"It brewed its
own beer and everyone knew it as the Glue Pot.
"During the
Depression, she ran a scheme where she bought a railway-wagon load
of coal in the summer and sold it to people at one penny or tuppence
a time, to help them out.
"At bank holiday
she would roast a huge piece of beef on a spit in the brewhouse
so everyone had beef sandwiches.
"And on Saturday
morning the workmen would come in for free cheese sandwiches. It
kept them drinking for longer.
"In the summer
they organised charabanc trips for the half-day, down to places
like Kinver or Shifnal. It was a big thing for chaps who never saw
a green field.
"There was also
a sick club run by the pub. People paid in threepence a week and
if they were off sick they got £1.
"At the end
of the year, any money left over was divided between them, so there
was an incentive to stay healthy."
- Allan
Onions went on to become County Surveyor for Staffordshire and
was awarded the OBE. He retired in 1988
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