Back in the days when she set out to murder Ralph Winstanley, Nina Clayton seemingly had some reassurance - from somewhere - which led her to believe that she would not be jailed for murder. I might have given you a link to her Facebook page, but seemingly her face has fallen from the book. I do hope it did not crack too badly as it landed.
Of course all individuals grow old and fall into retirement or their graves.. so perhaps that is the reason why she is growing more worried? Wrongdoers always have things about which to worry, which is a pity
It is far harder for her to 'persuade' people to keep quiet, when age has crept up on her and on them. Someone retired or dying of cancer, is far less worried about telling what has happened, than he/she formerly was. Someone dead, cannot protect any more. Old women do not have the same 'kudos' as those who can still put it about. All they have to work on, at that point, is their brass neck.. and that neck will be growing wrinkly now.
Daughter Rosemary Alice Cheesman who - together with her husband Fraser Cheesman - helped to bring about this killing, is of course a little younger, than her Mother. When Nina finally dies, will Rosemary still be safe from jail? Will Fraser? They certainly showed themselves to be very keen on the death, at the time it was happening.
Fraser, was chief drug fetcher, who even packed his children into the car, 'one dressed in a duvet', as he went from one chemist to another determinedly fetching Diamorphine, Haloperidol and Midazolam. He even hurried out into the garden to meet Ralph's Grandson, so that he could get him to threaten Ralph's elder daughter on the day before the killing finally succeeded. Didn't work, of course.. but then, 'once a failure always a failure'. Is Fraser still using the equipment from Ralph's younger son?
And what of elder daughter, Kerry Evans? From the way she carefully avoided Ralph Winstanley's home during the six days and nights it took to kill him, she certainly seemed to be aware of what was happening in that house. However - as you can see from the photographs - the years have not been kind. It is difficult to believe that this is he same person who rode up and down the road outside the house where Ralph Winstanley was being killed; offered sympathy to Ralph's two daughters, and then rushed into the back garden following his death, in order to help her 'grieving' mother drink gin (so I was informed by their close 'friend') to celebrate the death.
And close friend, Debbie Unsworth who seems to be so 'thick' with the family, that she is linked to Kerry on Facebook - dressed as a Christmas robin - in spite of saying that she was 'frightened of them'. Has she recovered after all this time, from the killing, which she seemingly booked her seat to watch? Appearing like a limpet, she stuck close by her close friend Nina Clayton, watching (and approving?) as Nina produced a series of nasty photographs of her dying husband, in order to further distress his younger daughter.
As she drank gin with them all, after the death, she must surely have been in a congratulatory mood?
After all, the 'old feller' who had waited for his daughters, was dead - Jackpot!
However, it is pretty clear from what his daughters were told, late on the day that he died, that there had been a fair element of passing off.. over the years.
So that no-one can be in any doubt about who Ralph Winstanley's daughters are, this is a photograph of Ralph, with both of them.
Nina Clayton had her daughters when she was still married to Herbert Clayton and it seems that at least one was his. For some reason though he was close to Kerry, he refused to accept Rosemary, even to the point of refusing point blank to make any speech at her Wedding reception. He spoke to us of 'wardrobes', linking them - for some reason - to the arrival of the one so blackguarded by him at her wedding. It certainly wouldn't have been a nice way for a 'parent' to have acted towards a 'daughter', would it? .
The old goats are being put out pasture, a bent-pin copper here a loophole lawyer there, a sleep-working judge or two.. and what will poor Nina do then?
Is she still finding ways to to keep the next generation onside? If so, how?
She seems to be driving her 'ponies' now rather than riding them, but she was never too good at that, was she? Drummed out of the hunt.. sliding sideways from numerous solicitors.. brassing it out where possible.
But still, she really shouldn't have organised her husband's death, should she?
After all he hadn't been dying, had he?
She really shouldn't have been so desperately keen for widowhood.
But there.. if you're keen.. then you're keen.
'Go for it', she must have thought.
So she went for it.
Threw all his clothes out.. Emptied every cupboard.
Contacted the undertaker first.
Called Kevin Lee to dispose of him. Pliant, he was. Pliant.
So she scored there.. didn't she?
Then there were the 'tears' - poor acting - but poor acting is good enough for most.
Leaving home it seems is probably her best alternative.. bags packed.. door locked.
Of course the door - by attachment - is probably rotten.
The sadly maligned dogs in her yard are still howling out the killing.
And there she is:
'Claimer of Other People's Goods'
'Finisher of Husbands'..
'Slapper to the Hunt' ..
'Hunter to the Death' ..
'Tolerated Low Life to Judges and Solicitors'
'Lost Acquaintance of the Police' ..
'Sad, Friendless - and probably lonely - Old Woman'..
'Killer and Liar'..
Always looking in on life from the outside .. where really she can't possibly belong
The Old Widow seems now to have been taken over by someone else. Some 'business associate' so I'm led to believe. Though the information also presupposed that this person was more than just a 'business associate'. But who can say? Perhaps the Old Widow will write in?
When the old mare is worn out, there is little evidence of the 'source of wear'.
What is certain though is that the old mare is having a pretty thin time of it.
Perhaps viewing the old mare as a country which has been at least 'annexed' by a dubious foreign power, might fit the bill?
It certainly looks as if the knacker's yard is her next port of call. Looks as if she has overstretched herself, doesn't it? Poor old mare!
Won't be taking a collection for her though. Not much point really. She keeps giving it all away.
And I truly believe that such profligacy should not be rewarded.
But when her stable and exercise yard are 'at risk' as well, well that is a pity.
Let's have a chorus:
Poor Old Mare Poor Old Mare Time to go Time to go Poor Old Mare Poor Old Mare Time for the knacker to come
It looks as if the old widow has at last come into money. The graves of her infant twins and her husband who variously died of congestive heart failure or, (as she told the doctors and nurses who obliged her, by killing my father), cancer, are suddenly marked. The first picture - below - shows the headstone and the rush of flowers which their grave also seems to have received, when there were none before.
The whole cemetary was over grown and there was no sign of flowers other than those on graves with new headstones.
The twins dropped into life - and out again - on 21st January 1958, at Haggs Farm, Fenwick. So they didn't have far to travel to their burial. Just down Fenwick Common Lane.
They have lain in the cold ground, unmarked ever since they died, within a few hours of their birth, such a short time after Herbert was persuaded to give them his name. He married Nina Anne Hipworth (now Nina Anne Clayton, murderer of my father, Ralph Winstanley), 23rd November 1957, in Bradford.
Their colourful names - Delphine and Chiquita - speak of their provenance.
After that long wait, when even two years ago, they still had no headstone - and nor did Herbert who died in 2001 - they suddenly seem to have been remembered.
All three deaths are now marked. Isn't that amazing? Perhaps Nina Anne Clayton got a special deal from the florist? Lots of flowers to show where Ralph's coffin - if not his body - was dumped, and a free headstone for the other relatives?
Either that or the widow has come into money. The only other alternative is that one of the boyfriends has paid. But that seems unlikely.
Of course it could be an outside chance that the lovely reverend Eve has put her hand in her own pocket, because her close friend, (and former neighbour), Nina is such a good customer? But I can't see that either. Christian Charity isn't what it was - and it was always a pretty cold affair.
The lower picture (above), shows a swathe of flowers covering the ground, which is attached to the headstone for Lucy Addison, who died on 4th August 1989.
There is no indication that the coffin of Ralph Winstanley might have landed there. However, I'm told that beneath those flowers is where it was dumped just before dawn on 11th October 2005.
The only witnesses to that dumping were the gravediggers and the undertaker's men - or so I'm told.
If you want a flashy funeral, the moral is, don't get murdered in Moss.
There are a few lodgers, I see. The trailer man comes round that often she's probably charging rent. Divorcing the wife, so I was Fayrely told.. or was it the other way round? Either way, stud or studied, they're in my space. The space I paid for.
The space they know as mine.
Might be in a freezer now but still..trickling about.
And then there are the others. The ones that call. There's an ample sufficiency.
Now the ones that call are not the usual ones. They seem to have drifted off. Still, that's life. Roundabouts and Swings. It's all Roundabouts and Swings.
I picked up the woman. Open to anything. She'd got a child. No trouble. In the way a bit.. but no trouble.
Didn't want a divorce. No choice. Liz had had enough.
She got a divorce as well. 1980. No peace after that.
Talked me into paying off the land. Grange Farm. All hers.
What have I landed in?
Pity Liz divorced me.
Push, push, push. It's all push.
Thought I might have landed on my feet. Wrong.
No sons left now. Only one daughter. Other one tried..came to my wedding reception..disgusted by it all. Kissed her on the lips. I said she was my sister. 'Bikes' across the room. Her. Them. Didn't seem to matter. Floating above it all. Rosie on my knee. Jiggling. Lost my daughter that day. Other one gone away. Wouldn't come. I could see that. End of daughter. At least one.
Big man now. Don't need daughters. Younger one still here.