Marquis of Angelesey. aka. The Black Man

Marquis of Angelesey. Local pub on Ashmill Street

By Patrick Kelly

   In this photograph, taken in the summer of 1929. Shows a group outside the pub getting ready to leave on a day trip to the sea side. My father Bill Kelly, then fifteen is standing top center on the bus, or Carabang as they were called then. His father, my grandfather is forth from the left of the men kneeling with caps.

My aunt Mary Kelly, later to become Mary Lynch is the little girl peeking out on the right. She would in the future marry Bill Lynch and live across the street at number  4 Lyon House.

   Although I was not to be born for another eight years, many of the faces in this photograph seem familiar. Later as a little kid I remember this pub during the war years. My dad on army leave drinking with his mates and me sitting on the doorstep drinking lemonade and many years after as an art student, downing brown ale with my dad and uncle Bill. Reg Hobbs was the owner then, nice man, and his wife also. His son took over as governor.

   I have great memories of this pub and will write more. It has a special place in my heart and mind. Last summer I went to visit and found it closed. I wished I could reopen it!