Thursday, November 29, 2007
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Why "Little Brown Jug" ?
I am often asked from whence came the name for my antiques and art gallery.
Whilst some folks have assumed correctly that I am a Glenn Miller enthusiast and others that I like folksy music. I have been asked if I have little brown jugs for sale.......the answer to which is "yes" to all three questions. However,the brown jug that inspired this name is far away across the Atlantic in my home-town of Broadstairs in England.
At the bottom of the road on which I lived was a footpath which traversed several public allotments one one side and several back yards of houses on the other. The footpath ended more or less at the back door and saloon bar of my "local"........The Brown Jug Puplic House.
On the day I reached the age of maturity I entered those hallowed doors to the saloon bar and bought my first half pint of pale ale....Fremlins was the brewery as I recall. The pub was owned and run by two sisters,both stunningly beautiful,Myrna and Jennifer. That was in 1962 !
For several years " The Jug" was the pub of choice for most of us young bloods on a Saturday night to meet up in, down a few beers before moving off to visit a few more similar hostelries !
I probably didn't "mature" for several more years and by the time most of the peer group of fellow fun seekers had moved away to careers or the creation of families, I turned tea total !
The Brown Jug is over two hundred years old and situated on the borders of Broadstairs and Ramsgate. Two quite small bars, the "public" and the "saloon" and with a beer garden at the rear of the building enclosed by a high flint wall, the style of decor within was very much Old England with wooden beamed cielings and walls.
On my recent visit to my hometown I found very little had changed over the last forty years.
Jennifer, bless her, still runs the show and pulls the beer! Though the local breweries have long since gone, absorbed by the bigger giants of the industry,on my visit to The Jug I relented my temperance and sampled the draft Guiness on offer. Back in the sixties the price of a half pint of this masterful brew was but a few old English pence. A round for three folks now sets a drinker back a few English Pounds !............ listen carefully to the barmaid serving customers in The Rover on Coronation Street !
Whilst some folks have assumed correctly that I am a Glenn Miller enthusiast and others that I like folksy music. I have been asked if I have little brown jugs for sale.......the answer to which is "yes" to all three questions. However,the brown jug that inspired this name is far away across the Atlantic in my home-town of Broadstairs in England.
At the bottom of the road on which I lived was a footpath which traversed several public allotments one one side and several back yards of houses on the other. The footpath ended more or less at the back door and saloon bar of my "local"........The Brown Jug Puplic House.
On the day I reached the age of maturity I entered those hallowed doors to the saloon bar and bought my first half pint of pale ale....Fremlins was the brewery as I recall. The pub was owned and run by two sisters,both stunningly beautiful,Myrna and Jennifer. That was in 1962 !
For several years " The Jug" was the pub of choice for most of us young bloods on a Saturday night to meet up in, down a few beers before moving off to visit a few more similar hostelries !
I probably didn't "mature" for several more years and by the time most of the peer group of fellow fun seekers had moved away to careers or the creation of families, I turned tea total !
The Brown Jug is over two hundred years old and situated on the borders of Broadstairs and Ramsgate. Two quite small bars, the "public" and the "saloon" and with a beer garden at the rear of the building enclosed by a high flint wall, the style of decor within was very much Old England with wooden beamed cielings and walls.
On my recent visit to my hometown I found very little had changed over the last forty years.
Jennifer, bless her, still runs the show and pulls the beer! Though the local breweries have long since gone, absorbed by the bigger giants of the industry,on my visit to The Jug I relented my temperance and sampled the draft Guiness on offer. Back in the sixties the price of a half pint of this masterful brew was but a few old English pence. A round for three folks now sets a drinker back a few English Pounds !............ listen carefully to the barmaid serving customers in The Rover on Coronation Street !
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