THE WONDERMENT OF SPIRIT continued...
By Angie Christie
One lady in our office upstairs had been with the firm years and often talked about a lady, Rose James, who started the business in partnership with an ex-mayor of Grimsby, Les Brown. At the time I worked there, Les Brown had recently sold the business to Mr. Wheeler. Rose James, by this time, had passed into Spirit and Les Brown was in his 80's. Dennis Wheeler had his son-in-law, Robin, also working for this small stationers. Miss Doreen Westwood often reminisced about Rose James.
It was a very old building, probably dating back to Victorian times with rickety stairs to the kitchen and office, plus more stairs to the top of building where the typewriter engineers worked. The ground floor was the showroom and stationary department where customers could purchase items.
So, there I worked for about 18 months until it was decided to cut my hours and they offered me the princely sum of 30 pounds per week. I was stunned and upset so I told them I had had enough of Grimsby and gave my notice in.
We decided to move back further south, the sooner the better, in my view. It had been a nightmare living up in Grimsby I can tell you.
I said, as we had been posted in the Air Force for six years in Suffolk, I would love to make that our home again. So, we decided to get rid of the mortgage altogether. We moved and bought a Park Home near Sudbury which we had seen in Dalton's Weekly. This Park was near the town of Sudbury in the village of Little Cornard. At first, we had to turn it down as our son, Peter, decided to move with us and the Home only had two bedrooms. We still had our youngest daughter, Adele, living at home as she was 15 at the time.
Six months went by and we still had not sold our Grimsby house. Suddenly, a large family wanted to buy it, having five bedrooms, so we again looked in Dalton's Weekly. We were amazed to find the original Park Home was still for sale and, as our son had changed his mind, not wanting to move from Grimsby, we phoned the Park Owner. Wally went to view it and although it was not much to look at, we realized that things could be done to bring it up to scratch, so to speak. So, one morning, we said 'good riddance' to Grimsby and Wally, Adele, myself and our cat, Whiskers, drove back down to Suffolk.
This all happened in 1984 and, for many years, I had wanted to visit a Spiritualist Church, never having achieved this before. Well, imagine my amazement when Wally looked in the paper and said that there was a church in walking distance of the Park. Adele came with me and I realized this was the church for me not the Catholic Church which had always frightened me as a child. It was as if it was meant to be. Before long, my clairvoyance really started to happen for me and I know now that Spirit had guided me there. My work then began to happen in earnest.
One day in 1991 whilst still at this church, a visiting medium named Pat from the beautiful Horley Church in Ipswich came to take our service. On that day, I was chairing for her. When the main service was over, she stood up to give messages to the congregation.
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and said she had a young man with fair hair there and he was asking for his mum. She felt he was about 17 years old. He was very insistent and Pat asked anyone if they know of this young man and if they understood this. An elderly lady put her hand up and said she thought it must be for a near neighbor whose son had passed tragically at 17. His name was Peter. Pat asked the lady if she could possibly tell her neighbor what had occurred and she promised she would somehow tell the lady.
The next week I was booked to take the Sunday Service and I noticed a dark haired lady, with her daughter, sitting in the congregation. During my clairvoyance, I went to this lady and she took what I told her. Afterwards, she was introduced to me as the mum of the young man who had come through the week previously. I was very upset that he did not make himself known to me, but she said that it was all right. She asked me if her husband picked me up, could I possibly come to their home the next evening (Monday). I said, of course I would, but told her not to get her hopes up. She said she would not.
Before I left for Long Melford, I picked up a young man, quite tall, pacing up and down with his hands in the pockets of jeans and head down. I told him to be patient and we would be there soon. I realized that it was her son who was waiting for me.
Now, unbeknown to me, the lady's husband was skeptical and said that only one thing would prove to him that it was his son Peter. I asked Margaret if she had anything that belonged to Peter and she gave me his works watch. Suddenly, I started seeing different things. Little things I said meant a lot to Margaret. I then saw a lady tending her garden and she mentioned the name Rose. I asked them if that name meant anything and they said YES. Margaret said, "that will be my Aunty Rose from Cleethorpes in Lincolnshire.
"CLEETHORPES?" I said. "Next you will be telling me that you know a small stationers in Cleethorpe Road, Grimsby."
"Know it!" replied Margaret. "My Aunty Rose started the business!!"
"Yes," said I, "with a Mr. Les Brown."
"How did you know that?" said an amazed Margaret.
"Because I worked there and actually saw Mr. Brown once when he came into the office to see Mr. Wheeler."
"My Aunty," said Margaret, still stunned, "was Rose James."
Margaret, I must say at this point in the story, was born in Dovercourt, near Harwish, Essex where the Mayflower set sail for the Americas. Her mother was Rose James' sister.
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