I remember that one in Sharpness, it had just opened before I went there in March 1952, The previous one was an old corrugated iron hut. Mark Allen was the piano man and he gave every lad who was going home a bible. He wasnt a priest. Mr Beamish was the man who ran the place, I suppose he was the Padre.
I met a lovely girl there, one of the local girls who volunteered to serve behind the counter in the canteen.
We went out together and I used to visit after when I was on leave and stay at her home for nearly two years. I was at a Vindy reunion a couple of years or so ago and she phoned me at my hotel and we talked for over an hour, after around 55 years , I could not see her because her husband heard I was in town.
happy days.