Summary
I HAVE only one clear memory of my great-grandfather, who died at the age of 90 in January 1971 a big, benevolent old man in an armchair, a tender, wistful man.
But, as he had wished, he was laid to rest in the old graveyard by the Butt of Lewis and beside the remains of the wife he had outlived by nearly 56 years.See the full content of this document
Extract
The Ghosts with a Real Grievance
His was only the fifth interment there since the Second World War and, indeed, his body was the very last to be inhumed in the Swainbost cemetery.
I visit the grave at least once a year and, on Monday I parked the car by the modern burial ground opened in the 1920s, run by the commu...See the full content of this document
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