Willed out of life

Poor Old Widow Mare

2010-12-18T19:39:00.000-08:00

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

Don't get murdered in Moss

2006-04-26T02:44:00.000-07:00

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.

Knackered

2005-01-31T14:40:00.000-08:00

I notice the old nags in the field. Pity that.

The field is let to my younger son.. not that you'd know it. Beating and battering and threatening. Brought in the bully boys.

And now its the old nags. Matching set with her.

Wonder whose they were.. before they were given a 'home' by the one who's as knackered as they're going to be?

Pity!

Lodgers

2004-10-30T10:56:00.000-07:00

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.

Now what was it I heard about the holidays?

Willed out of life

2004-09-17T11:09:00.000-07:00

Back to my main ralphwinstanleyofwath site

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.

She won't give in.

Company.

Back soon. Not gone yet. I have not gone yet.