Something Stange

Here I would relate some strange events. Ted and I shared an interest in `life after death' and reincarnation. My mother would have none of it; the thought of another life here appalled her. So Ted and I often shared our thoughts about it.


He had a little mini car, which he cared for meticulously. It always started at the first touch and, when I used to visit, if mine didn't start immediately, he would look suitably smug. He was also interested in the doings of Uri Geller and his spoon & key bending tricks.



Another of his interests was the effect some voices had on glasses when they would splinter as a singer reached a certain voice vibration.

We went to the bungalow and, as the little car would have to be sold, Brian thought we ought to give it a run. As he attempted to start it the starter motor jammed. A push soon freed it and it started without a problem.

Later we went to the local Pensions Office to hand in his Pension Book and when Brian came back and attempted to start our car (two years old and never had a blip!), the starter motor jammed!

When we got home, I put the front door keys on the table in the hall. The following day we had to go to Liverpool to register Ted's death. As we left, Brian had got the car out and I was in the process of locking the door.

I struggled for a moment until Brian came to see what was wrong and we found that the end quarter-inch of the key was twisted. This was virtually impossible to do when opening the door - if it was going to twist at all, it would have done it at the neck.

A couple of weeks later Brian was doing one of his recitals at a Woman's Institute. The ladies had put a carafe and glass on the table and he also put his tape recorder on the table (he recorded the accompaniments to his songs).

As he turned away to find a plug for the recorder, there was a loud bang and the glass lay on the table in smithereens...! It Ted wanted to prove that he was still very much alive, he couldn't have chosen better ways.