Funeral Parlour - Submitted by R. A. Green
I was born at 13 Edward Street, Redditch on 27th February 1947. The premises used to be a funeral parlour back in the 1890's - 1930's. I remember when I was three or four years old, every day my mother would take me to the front room of the house for my afternoon nap. The windows of this room were "Blacked out" for about two thirds of their height. Every afternoon I was awoken at about the same time by a young girl, aged about twelve, whose name was Lillian and she would play with me for an hour or so and then leave. One day I asked my mother if I could invite Lillian to tea and told her about my friend. Mother told me that it was my imagination and that there was no such person. I never saw Lillian again! It turned out later, when I mentioned this to an elderly lady in the same street, that Lillian Thompson was the daughter of the last Undertaker to use the premises and died, in that house, from diphtheria, aged twelve.
I was born at 13 Edward Street, Redditch on 27th February 1947. The premises used to be a funeral parlour back in the 1890's - 1930's. I remember when I was three or four years old, every day my mother would take me to the front room of the house for my afternoon nap. The windows of this room were "Blacked out" for about two thirds of their height. Every afternoon I was awoken at about the same time by a young girl, aged about twelve, whose name was Lillian and she would play with me for an hour or so and then leave. One day I asked my mother if I could invite Lillian to tea and told her about my friend. Mother told me that it was my imagination and that there was no such person. I never saw Lillian again! It turned out later, when I mentioned this to an elderly lady in the same street, that Lillian Thompson was the daughter of the last Undertaker to use the premises and died, in that house, from diphtheria, aged twelve.
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