The Rose Public House

I know that The Rose was not what you would call a comfortable pub, but it was a hub of the local community, as well as being a convenient place to meet your mates and perhaps move on to somewhere else. It was also a popular venue for the Mums and Dads, at the weekend, like the St.Helier Arms you had live music. Remember The Shadows with Johnny Lee? As teenagers we all thought it was a bit naff but they still pulled the customers in.

Good page, well formatted and interesting to look back on and refresh memories of long ago. Thankyou.

Many years ago as a little girl, I stood in the foyer of the Rose pub at Rose Hill peeping through the crack in the door waiting for my Mum and Dad to finish their drink and come home. It always seemed like hours to me but with a drink of lemonade in one hand and a pkt of Smith's crisps in the other, I would squat myself down in a corner and wait. I made a promise to myself that no kid of mine would do this and, I might add, they never did. Things were so different then, with men coming home on leave from God knows where with horror tales to tell so we kids just had to wait I suppose, and there was always the chocolate that Dad bought home, such a treat, so it was "chin up Rosie Fairweather it aint all bad gal".

THE ROSE.How many council pubs h Saturday night it could take an age to get served,but for a small tip Earnie, one of the waiters would get served straight away.Well worth it .

i remember doing that in the 60s, looking in those doors & waiting & waiting lol.... in fact it was my grandad who had the paper stall in the corner of the entrance of The Rose... he used to say to me .. this be yours when i go !! lol

Saturdays would see a crowd outside the Rose waiting for the classified results newspapers. We were always sent there to get a paper, sometimes it was a long wait but the van from London would pull up by the telephone box.

On the Eve of another Derby Day at Epsom I am reminded that on Derby Day a stream of traffic would pass The Rose on the way to Epsom. The Rose was a popular place to pull in especially after The Derby. We would stand over by the flats and shout to the open top buses etc "throw out your mouldies!" The passengers if they had had a good day would throw out handfuls of money, usually pennies, which we scrambled for. If they pulled into the car park they would line us up then throw the money! You can imagine the scene. Doesn't happen any more, these days the youngsters walk by any copper coins that have been dropped on the ground!

The Rose conjures up many memories, during the 40's would walk up to the Rose with my Dad on a Saturday night to the off licence for a couple of brown ales & a stout for mum, not forgetting the empties, and buy a classified just to confirm that we had not won a fortune.. Happy Days.

Ah Terry Lake ... I knew your garndfather. We were neighbours in Garendon Road. Me and my best friend worked for him in the early 60s, delivering and selling papers to the estate bounded by Garendon and Glastonbury Roads every Saturday night. I knew the Haylett family, Frank and Nibs, who managed the Rose. I worked there one Christmas and met and married their daughter Jane ...

I used to work at the St Heliers Arms in 1976, in the off-licence with a woman called June. Had many a good night at the Rose in the disco on Fridays and in the pub with the Aussie pianist. I used to have the odd drink with a lad called Dave Appleby, wonder what happened to him, a geordie from Tyneside.

The Rose, like the St. Helier Arms was not actually built as a Pub, it was originally Raleigh's Cafeteria in 1933. It was still Raleigh's in the 1937 directory so would be interested to know when it became "The Rose". http://www.flickr.com/photos/40120214@N02/9626321246/sizes/l/in/set-72157634480911413/ http://www.flickr.com/photos/40120214@N02/9643336753/sizes/l/in/set-72157634480911413/

I remember clearly the Sundays when I stayed at a friends house in Green Lane. Their mum used to put the roast in the oven and off we would all go to the Rose for a lemonade and a packet of crisps for us and a drink for their mum and dad. I just loved going there and feeling part of a family as I never had that with my own.

I moved to St. Helier in 1930s and used go to the Rose with my mum and dad on Saturday after mum done her shopping. My brother, sister and i would go to the children's room while mum and dad had a drink I don't know when it name changed I only knew it as the Rose

Yes Terry Lake in the 50's I too used to go to the Rose on Sunday morning and wait outside for my granddad to bring me crisps out it was well worth it and the dog got a big biscuit from the jar on the counter. I remember your granddad, he used to give racing tips to customers, and by the way Terry my aunt Carol was married to the other Terry Lake (the boxer) who lived a few doors from the old pub.  Nice to have spoken to you by way of this site.

Hi Pat Collings, do you know if the other Terry Lake (the boxer) is still alive? My Dad was in the army with him and I've been trying to track him down for years to hear some stories.

Hi Sorry I am a bit confused,used to work on a Saturday taking evening news and standard, from door to door with my mate and neighbour Ronnie South. We used to pick the papers up from Bob,think his last name was Lake, I think there was some association with a green grocers in Gander green lane. I was about 13yrs old then. Just retired,great times in Rosehill, lived with my mum and dad in Green Lane, then St Heliers Ave. 

My mother lived on the St Helier Estate from the age of 11 and also recalls Ray Crawley's memory of calling out 'throw out your mouldies' to race day punters. I was born in Wrythe Lane not far from the Rose. I left at the age of 5 but returned when I was 14. I remember drinking at The Rose. All the girls would go and sit in the garden in one of the rustic shelters and the boys would go into the bar and order the drinks. We (the girls) were, of course, all under age, but what the hell! You're only young once.