Of course, I wasn’t even meant to be to a loose end on Saturday. The annual Fence Homegame in Anstruther should have been a no-brainer for the weekend, but a complete sellout and seemingly no way to blag passes left me high and dry. Given that it’s the first one I’ve missed in the event’s eight year history, a big sulk combined with a quiet night in seemed like a plan.
Until we saw a piece in the Herald that morning. A tribute to Lafayette, a superstar magician of from the early 1900s – in fact, one who’d perished 100 years ago, to the week. In Edinburgh’s Festival theatre.
It all looks like an interesting diversion. Ok, the magician paying tribute is Paul Daniels – a cheesy TV showman at best, a fairly rabid Tory supporter at worst – but putting that aside, an interesting night out. And I’m a sucker for magic and illusions, and Daniels can be relied upon to deliver. So we order online, getting cheap seats pretty close to the front of the stalls (cheap due to their being a bit to one side, I guess, but not a big problem – since much of the show turns out to involve close-up magic this proves to be a good option).
Following a quick preamble and a slideshow on Lafayette, Daniels announces that he won’t be recreating the trick that Lafayette was performing the night he died. Since that involved a lion and a horse (the magician died going back into the burning building in a vain attempt to rescue his equine partner) that’s understandable, though the theme of the tricks is pretty much vintage. and low-tech. David Copperfield this certainly ain’t.
The show itself isn’t bad. In two parts, the first half is a mix of Daniels pretty much in the persona you know from his TV appearances – doing stand-up comedy and the odd close-up trick, combined with a couple of showpiece illusions – when an assistant bursts out of a dolls’ house the set almost peaks too early such is the surprise element of this trick. Then, some more card trickery and another more involved illusion, where a woman in a standing cabinet is split into 3 (achieved by 3 large bladed sections that slot into where her head, stomach and legs presumably weren’t).
The second half is better in a sense, though the use of doves and rabbits might have animal rights types up in arms, though none of these were harmed in the making of some convincing slight of hand by guest Scott Penrose. His short set, presumably based around the tricks of Lafayette’s time, includes a set of Chinese Linking Rings, a trick which has fascinated me since a friend of my father’s – the late Henderson Lynn, a Glasgow magician – showed me the trick up close. It is baffling (solid brass rings link and pass through each other as if they had gaps cut in them. No, they don’t).
One of the most fun afternoons of my childhood was when Harry (his real name) got me up on stage at a kids’ party and proceeded to draw blood from my arm, and then changed it into coke and squirted it into a glass for me to drink.
I’d not expected to be taking the stage again, but yes, perhaps due to our closeness to the front of the stage, Paul Daniels picked (on) me to come onstage, along with another chap, Andy, “for laughing at him getting picked”.
Our task: to tie Debbie McGee to a chair, so that in a mock seance trance she would be unable to start throwing around a variety of tin cups and plates. To be honest, this trick is the least interesting of the show, or would be if I wasn’t standing on the stage – I say this because there’s not much to it and could be achieved by someone clad in black hiding in the seance cabinet along with the lovely Debbie.)
(Edit: In fact, Paul Daniels has blogged on the show and says: “I forgot to tell them to pick the cabinet up to show no-one was concealed inside it.” That would have changed things somewhat…)
After that, I’m forced into a bet with a fiver that he can’t pick the card I selected (he can of course, it turns up in his sealed wallet). and I’m offstage. That’s actually when the show hots up a little as Andy and another audience member end up sitting on chairs which mysteriously become ‘electrified’. Maybe for the best I missed out on that one.
Anyway, that was my evening and my brush with fame. In all, a fitting tribute to the man who was by that era’s standard, a magical megastar – on a level of Paul Daniels, but as he readily admits, a status achieved without the power of TV.
Happily, the 1911 show wasn’t recreated too accurately – no fire, no-one died. But as would have been the case in 1911, an audience left wondering exactly “how did he do that?” Well, as Mr Daniels would cheesily say, “that’s magic!”
Hi, you mention a magician friend of your father’s called Henderson Lynn, also known as Harry.
Was this the same bloke of that name who described himself as a “mentalist” in Glasgow, and who gave psychic readings from a room in the city centre, I can’t remember exactly where?
I visited him once 20 years ago and he was very good, telling me of things that only happened later, including involving a minor detail which he couldn’t possibly have known by non-psychic means. Other people have also said he was very good.
I didn’t know that he’d ever done stage magic, and just wondered what your take on his psychic readings was.
John
almost certainly the same chap – I know from my dad that he did ‘fortune telling’ from a room in Glasgow. I don’t think I saw him since he started that part of his career however, and never had a reading myself. However, I remember that he had gone from a regular magician to someone more interested in the ‘real’ stuff… also, I remember a bit of an expose on him in (probably) the Sunday Mail – he was doing psychic experiments (mind reading kind of stuff) with kids, as their minds were more malleable or less suggestible, or whatever. Which was of course ideal tabloid fodder!
Anyway, pleased to hear you met Harry and that he was well-thought-of in this field.
I went to Henderson Lynn in the 1970s. He had a ground floor flat in PollokshawsRd near Allison St as I remember. He had quite a reputation as a fortune teller then but I’m still waiting to have an affair with a girl called Carol whose
dad owned taxis in Paisley! lol
I went to see Henderson Lynn and I said I would never go back as he knew too much – details no one would have known, until that time I did not believe in anyone having a physic ability but he certainly did.
Christ i saw him too many years ago in Pollokshaws Rd,a quite astonishing bloke,got me to write down the name of a best friend,then burnt the paper i had it written down on, then told me the CORRECT name.A scarey experience,arrived 5 minutes early,told me he wouldnt start until the clock hit the hour and just stared at me and watched the clock seconds tick away until then.He must have been a fair age,what happened to him ? Is that him on the 2nd pic ?
Hi there guys. I saw Henderson Lynn on two occasions in 1996/7. He was indeed a legendary character. He did do a fair number of tricks, but also came away with some things he simply could not have known about. I also knew a girl who went to see him and was told things he couldn’t have known.
Definitely a character. he had a thing, perhaps a trick, whereby he gave you a piece of paper and a pen and were told to write the names of four people who meant something to you. Then you folded it tight so he couldn’t see what was on it (he went out of the room whilst you wrote). He then said to place the paper in a bowl into which he poured a liquid (methylated spirits I think). he set the liquid alight and when only ash was left he told you the name of the people on the paper and some details about them. Now, that could have been a trick, but he then went on to tell me details about these people and circumstances surrounding them and their relation to you that only you and they could possibly know about.
Definitely an interesting chap. His building caught fire about 10 years or so ago and I often wonder what happened to him.
Alan
Hi
Could anyone please tell me how to contact Henderson Lynn if he is still doing readings.In much need of a reading from reputable source.
Many Thanks
hi – unfortunately Harry / Henderson passed away a few years ago (not sure, maybe 5 years since, will probably turn out to be 10).
I should probably post something about him, though it’s all a bit hazy what with me probably being 7 years old the last time I saw him. He worked as a rep for a drinks company and I remember him giving me a massive inflatable White & McKay bottle, but he also passed on various tricks, some of which he’d fashioned out of brandy bottles and the like (to join the Magic Circle you have to design an original trick of your own). He also let me examine the Chinese Rings, one of which actually has a notch cut into it, I assume this is common knowledge, but I still couldn’t see how he was doing it!
This was all ‘magic’ of course, but latterly he got into the psychic side of things. I recall there was a miniature ‘scandal’ as the Sunday Mail or some did an expose piece – he was doing classes (kind of) examining youngsters’ ESP powers, saying that the young mind was more active on that level and therefore more likely to be able to do psychic stuff. Nothing untoward was suggested (not like *that*), all with parental consent etc, but there was a general tabloid-y outrage that kids were being involved in something, well, a bit *weird*!
How weird is this? I was just talking to my wife about Henderson Lynne and said I had seen him in his dingy wee flat in P’shaws Rd in about 1978. All I could remember was the paper burning and that he told me I’d meet a girl called Carol whose dad ran taxis in Paisley. Then I googled him and found Bob’s comment about Carol above. It’s a miracle! Henderson is speaking from the grave! (or was he maybe just an old charlatan). Either way, Carol never got lucky! lol
Hi to everyone who met Harry a gifted man who past into the spirit world in oct 2008 I was at his service .
Went to see Henderson Lynn on many occasions over the years and he was a top bloke.A conscientious objector during the war which took some guts to do and all the proceeds he made from doing readings were donated to the Erskine Hospital for injured ex servicemen as way of recompense.Believe he worked for Pink Shirts Co. in London at the time. His granny was apparently the last person to be tried for witchcraft at Glasgow Sheriff Court in the 60’s for reading tea leaves.She was the one that taught him pyromancey or reading of flames. Told me the story of how she used to have him stare into the open fire for hours (his face was beelin) till he saw shapes then faces appear. He was a great one for slight of hand tricks and also amazing tales of Scottish history related to pagan rituals etc etc. A fascinating guy and sometimes I was happy to pay just to listen to his tales of his travels around the world (if he didnt do a reading he wouldn’t take money from you)….He helped me through a lot and I am forever grateful to him. He always used to say that when he went home at night his wife would always ask “Well, what’s God wantin fur his tea?”….Pity there arent more like him….
will Matthew Henvey who attended Henderson’s funeral service please get in touch with me. He gave me something very precious to hold for him, and may have mentioned my name.
When I saw the site I was so delighted to think he was still alive and going strong. A wonderful man.
Hello sarah allonby could u please send me message to my email matthewseer@live.co.uk matthew Henvey
Hi sarah allonby could you please send me a message to my email matthewseer @ live.co.uk
hi, i also saw Henderson Lynn a couple of times. It started when my Mum visited him once about 25 years ago and he knew my name and asked her to bring me to see him as he said i had a gift. I was too young at the time to go along but a few years later , maybe when i was about 14, I went to visit him in his flat in Pollockshaws rd with my mum and he did a few experiments with me where he wrote some words on a blackboard and then asked me to pick a book from a collection he had in the room and pick 2 numbers which he then used to find the page and the paragraph where the words were written within the text. Not sure how it worked but i was very impressed. He also gave me money and told me to buy tarot cards which i did and still have to this day. I hadnt given it much thought until i came across all these memories of him and it reminded me of my visit. On my next visit several years later he did the same thing as a couple of people above mentioned and got me to write down my close friends name on paper and then burned it only to tell me them afterwards. It was amazing to have the opportunity to meet him and perhaps his magician background explains some of it but i like to think it was real magic, the original ‘Harry’ potter maybe!
It was 1997 and his office was diagonally opposite central stn, on the 4/5th floor and a hell of a hike up for a 1.75 hours session. Nonetheless, he was bright, sprightly and generous, the piercing blue eyes still maintain their integrity. I now no longer have your polished stones, having given them away to deserving causes….but the prompt re witchcraft perceptions is still noted.
Henderson Lynn – Harry – was my cousin. He fell out with me in 1994 when I published a book about our family – Harry had said for years he was going to do it but never did. Afterwards, when the book became a success (why didn’t he know that in advance?) I was told he was giving away copies to his clients, signed “Cousin of the author”, which made me laugh! I didn’t know he had died till recently. Anyone tell me when? And his – my – Granny, died of cancer in 1927, she wasn’t a witch, though wish she had been, it would have made a great story for the book, that was his speciality, he told great stories! His Mother, my Auntie Norah, was a wonderful character and very much loved, she was the one who read tea leaves, but she cheated, as I described in the book! When my Mother died he started doing tricks at the reception after her funeral, he thought “the atmosphere was a bit down and needed cheering up.”
He died in Oct 2008 according to one of the comments above.
Am sure it’s not easily available but would be interested to know more about the book in case I come across it anywhere.
Would love the name of the book Meg Henderson…. is it still in print and available to purchase? Thanks
Hi, just caught up with this. The book is called “Finding Peggy” and yes, it’s still in print. It was meant to be about my Mother’s family (The Peggy of the title was her younger sister) but there’s never been any way of controlling the other side, the O’Briens, my father and Harry’s Mother, Norah, were O’Briens. I’m pretty sure I’m being haunted by my (and Harry’s) Uncle Hughie, things keep disappearing and reappearing in weird places. When he was dying he informed his brothers and sisters that if they made him die he’d haunt them forever – only an O’Brien could believe O’Briens had the power over life and death. Every kid should have an Uncle Hughie, he was a wonderful man. He died when I was 10 yet my son talked about him all the time when he was small and I’m sure I never mentioned him, his teacher told me he was “Very fond of his Uncle Hughie and writes about him all the time.” Didn’t surprise me one bit!
I don’t know why I suddenly remembered his name my brother was a great friend of his decades ago and visited
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He told my brother he would die young alone and with no wife or children he gave my brother a book on the occult and signed it to him my brother never told us the bit about dying young he recently passed away with undiagnosed cancer and in the way that was predicted
I can’t deal with my brothers death neither can my kids we loved him more than any thing in the world. Why have I suddenly remembered
Henderson lynn I haven’t been able to remember his name for m
Decades but I was sitting here thinking about my brother
Iwent to see Henderson lynn in 97 he was very good he gave me a pack of small cards for my son to learn card tricks
That interestin there is a family book i must get and read it
I saw him in the early 90’s everything he said to me came true. Even coming up with a name of Clive Crumlin a person I did not know at the time. He made a lot of predictions that came true.
Jan Montague
This is very strange, coming across this. I was around 9 or 10 years old, around 1976-77 when I had an accident in a swimming pool while on a family holiday in Majorca. I was dragged out of the pool and looked after by a very nice scottish gentleman, who turned out to be the one and only Henderson Lynn. I remember seeing him and spending some time with him during my holiday after that, and he taught me some magic tricks. We wrote to each other a few times after that but lost touch when my mother and father parted around 1978ish. What an amazing man. I had no idea he was so popular.
Met the Dapper Mr Lynn in 2002, train station – he told me some things, all true.
Remember he was not only a Magician, but a Rune Master. Truth will out! x
Hi everyone, you know I really cannot believe this!?….. I’ve been trying to remember this mans name for quite a long time now. As I went to see him yrs ago. Tonight right out of the blue his name came to me. I wasn’t even thinking about him!! Wow. Spooky!! This is Halloween after all♂️ Haaa. Sad to hear he passed, but not surprised. He would be a fare ald age if still alive! God bless chaps.
Hi, I’m Harry’s cousin as I mentioned a while back. I’m so happy that he’s remembered, and HE would be absolutely delighted! I’m glad that some people saw him for what he truly was – a very skilled Story Teller, that was his real talent, inherited from his Mother’s family. Norah, was my father’s sister, an O’Brien, and like the rest of the family she was eccentric, very much loved but eccentric! When I was young used to wonder why the rest of the world was so boring, but I gradually realised the truth – that the O’Briens were slightly insane, bright, funny but insane! The secret to their collective character was that they never really grew up, they remained childlike all their lives and Harry was no exception! When I wrote my first book “Finding Peggy” it was supposed to be about my Mother’s side, the Clarks, but there was no way of keeping the O’Briens in check, despite my best efforts they ran riot in the book. Harry was absolutely one of them, compared with the rest of humanity he was, well, unusual, shall we say, but in reality he was “just” a better educated O’Brien. I’ve always thought that in another era he could’ve been a famous performer, he was very intelligent, a wonderfully flamboyant man who just never got the breaks. Like the other O’Briens he didn’t just think, he thought round corners and upside down. He loved entertaining people, but he loved to bamboozle other O’Briens especially – they all did, they awarded points for successful ploys and hoaxes against each other. I remember him giving me a book “The Seven Pillars of Wisdom” by Lawrence of Arabia. I had zero interest in Lawrence of Arabia but later he said to me “So why Lawrence of Arabia?” as though I was obsessed with him! You just had to remember you were an O’Brien too and try to keep up!
He was a lovely man
I had the pleasure of a reading with Henderson Lynn in his place near the China Sea restaurant in Glasgow, around 1997. My sister & her friend went years before me to his place in Pollockshaws Road and both were so scared that neither of them wanted to go first. He made the decision for them by saying I will take who ever found the medal today!! Which was my sister’s friend, who found a holy medal that day. When I was trying to get a sitting, I did not know how to get in touch. This being before the power of internet i& social media etc. My friend worked in town and I asked him to try & get me his card to arrange an appointment. The same day my husband was passing & also got me one. Which I still have in a handbag somewhere. When I eventually got to see him, he remembered my husband and said he noticed his hands and that he could heal animals. I spent a very enjoyable time with Mr Lynn. Some things were said which meant a great deal. He done the fire trick with the names, gave me a stone, asked me the time when I was born as it is on the cusp of the month. Then confirmed I had Pisces eyes. I have lots of snippets, as at the time lots of my friends had also been to see him. I remember he told me about his mum. I smiled when I read the post about his name coming to you in Halloween. I remember he told me he didn’t really drink now but always had a wee dram on Halloween night. I would love to read “Finding Peggy”. So will have a search on the internet now. Henderson Lynn was definitely a name in modern Glasgow folklore. I loved listening to other people’s tales about him. Very special soul.
I had the pleasure of a reading with Henderson Lynn in his place near the China Sea restaurant in Glasgow, around 1997. My sister & her friend went years before me to his place in Pollockshaws Road and both were so scared that neither of them wanted to go first. He made the decision for them by saying I will take who ever found the medal today!! Which was my sister’s friend, who found a holy medal that day. When I was trying to get a sitting, I did not know how to get in touch. This being before the power of internet i& social media etc. My friend worked in town and I asked him to try & get me his card to arrange an appointment. The same day my husband was passing & also got me one. Which I still have in a handbag somewhere. When I eventually got to see him, he remembered my husband and said he noticed his hands and that he could heal animals. I spent a very enjoyable time with Mr Lynn. Some things were said which meant a great deal. He done the fire trick with the names, gave me a stone, asked me the time when I was born as it is on the cusp of the month. Then confirmed I had Pisces eyes. I have lots of snippets, as at the time lots of my friends had also been to see him. I remember he told me about his mum. I smiled when I read the post about his name coming to you in Halloween. I remember he told me he didn’t really drink now but always had a wee dram on Halloween night. I would love to read “Finding Peggy”. So will have a search on the internet now. Henderson Lynn was definitely a name in modern Glasgow folklore. I loved listening to other people’s tales about him. Very special soul.
I too had a reading with him in his quite creepy flat in Shawlands, early 80s.
Mentioned lots of identifiable places and names, none personal to me, none of which came true.
Wasn’t he married to the once famous, more so then he ever was “Darlinda”.
This is my great Uncle Harry you are all talking about , he was a wonderful , loving and very interesting Uncle who always wore a bow tie and made me wide eyed with Magic , thank you for these wonderful stories .x
So glad my cousin sent me this thread about my Great uncle Harry. So lovely to read some of these comments. My Nana, his sister Nessie, also had the gift of reading tea leaves. It’s amazing to discover more about this amazing side of the family. They were kind hearted, genuine, salt of the earth people proud to say we are related to them.
I’d not realised that the book by Harry’s cousin Meg was still available, but turns out you can get it on Amazon (hope this link works – https://www.amazon.co.uk/Finding-Peggy-Childhood-Meg-Henderson/dp/0552141852/ref=sr_1_1?tag=jockrock-21&linkCode=w00&linkId=&creativeASIN=B09KNPPY7J )
(It’s also on Penguin’s website if you hate Amazon)
(Another wee Harry Lynn memory – once he and Margaret came to our house, I’d have maybe been 6 at the time – and my dad asked them if they were expecting to stay over. “How could you tell? Harry asked. My dad pointed to the toothbrush sticking out of the breast pocket of his jacket…)
Always think of this chap, had the most amazing reading. He knew things that were news to me and there is no way he could have done this as a trick. He had something about him and I’ve loved reading the comments.
Saw him in the top of a tenement by Glasgow Central, 3 friends sat together on chairs outside, he came out and asked who was first, when we looked at each other he did say to help you decide, the one that has the prayer in her bag needs to find it and leave it, puzzled looks from us all, as none of us were particularly religious at all, and we couldn’t think, anyway after rifling through our bags, I held up my car key ring that my best mate had given many years ago..,never thought of it as religious, but it says shalom, my ignorance, sure with the names, scrunching and burning of paper could have been a wee act, however when I told my husband what was said re him, he was gob smacked as he had never told anyone about that from his past and couldn’t get his head around it,even though I’d come in and said, you’ll never believe this load, when he went white etc I was oh OK, next on the list was mum, good news but also she was how, you weren’t born then, and you don’t dwell talking about the past. Anyway I feel that I was very privileged to have met Henderson Lynn, yes he used a little magic, but to this day all three of us have no idea how he knew what he did about each of us individually, may he rest in peace x
I saw him 2 upstairs beside chines sea restaurant. I went a few times and found his readings very true and accurate . Sorry to hear he has now passed .
I had a reading on 2 separate occasions one in a dingy close at 644 polickshaws rd then in Gordon st he was able to tell me the names and relationship to me of the names I wrote on paper and he set alight told me a lot of things only I knew and had told no one also told me I’d get a new house in the number 5 could be days months or years but I finally got it in 15 yrs
As the relatives who didn’t know Harry so well have enjoyed tales about him on this website, here’s another. He was, as I’ve said, very, very intelligent and he loved books, when he was younger he always had his nose in one. The tragedy of Harry and others of his generation was that he could never make use of his intellect, his – my – family barely survived and regardless of how hard they worked there was no money or opportunity for a decent education. His Mother, my Auntie Norah, and his Father, Uncle Harry, were incredibly mismatched, not just physically – she was tiny and he was very big and tall – but she was very, very bright, she outwitted him at every turn, and every now and again he’d snap, chasing her about threatening all sorts of thumps – he never caught her, she was far too fast in every department! He was Protestant and she was Catholic, she was an Irish O’Brien, being Catholic was part of that, and she was forever trying to have her grandsons converted, without the knowledge of her daughters – the stories were legend within the O’Briens. They didn’t get married in a Catholic church so to make up for that (in her mind at least!) when Uncle Harry was at work she’d bring in priests to bless the house, and when he found out another chase would begin, with Norah shouting to their studious son “Harry, get the polis, tell them yer faither’s gonny murder yer mither!” – those stories were legend too! Then came the day when young Harry had had enough of his reading being interrupted, so without a word he got up, went outside, stopped a couple of coppers and passed on the message, then he went back home to his book. All hell broke loose with cops everywhere – while Norah and Harry snr stared in disbelief at the coppers and at their son, who would later say triumphantly “THAT put an end to THAT!”
Feel it worth adding my piece to this thread that Ive just stumbled across.
Just been sorting my loft and came across Uncle Harrys business card he gave me; went over to America in the early 2000s and Harry insisted I visit the Magic Circle premisis in Los Angeles to show his card!
Harry and his wife Margaret were a massive part of my life being close friends to my grandparents. They never had children of their own but would have been incredible parents.
Harry made any visit special with his magic tricks and stories! To this day I still carry a dice around with me in my pocket! Trips upto scotland were dull as a child, hanging around in elderly relatives homes with the curtains closed with dark furniture and decor it was dull for any child, even venturing outside you’d be met with a ‘NO BALLGAME’ sign – trips to madge and Harrys home were always welcome with fun, tricks, laughter and time offered by Harry to talk, perform and tell stories.
Harry sadly passed away in late 2009/early 2010. Madge passed around 7 years later.
He had a real way with people and was always practicing tricks on my brother, sister and me. Still have an old bottle with McGonigal the imp who held onto a piece of string on demand! Man, we must’ve driven our parents crazy showing them all we’d learnt!
Harry gave up his premesis in Glasgow centre in around 2006 I think. They lived in the suburbs.
So nice to hear others memories of Uncle Harry! If you’ve found this thread please leave a memory, ill be checking back in to see who else has found him. He would have loved reading this thread!
Another memory of Adam’s Uncle Harry… the bottle – I had a (I think) cherry brandy bottle he gave me, the trick involved a rope or string which the bottle would swing from, mysteriously thanks to, I assume, the imp which lived in the bottle?
I was reminded to post this just now because a friend was saying he had a bit of the Berlin Wall. Dunno if Harry and Margaret ever visited Berlin, but they did go abroad a bit I think, because he brought me back a piece of lava from Vesuvius, and the next time, a rock from King Solomon’s Mine!
Glad he made the trips up north more bearable, I know where that “NO BALLGAMES” sign was, but visiting with my parents was always fun, unlike most trips to many relatives of the same age as him and Margaret (we weren’t related so I never called her Madge!)
Thank you Meg, I have wonderful memories of my Uncle Harry. We visited him and Auntie Margaret growing up with My Nana (Nessie) The most amazing Monkey Puzzle tree in his garden! He would send me lots of Magical and mysterious bits and teach me all about his and my Nana’s “gift”
They were a fantastic bunch and between my cousin and I’s brood proud to say the O’brien/Lynn Uniqueness’ ( some may say craziness) very much carries on!
Such a lovely tribute to a lovely man x
This is for Lisa – you would be Alex or Graham’s daughter? What became of your Nana, Nessie? I loved Harry, Margaret too, loved that like the rest of the O’Brien’s Harry never grew up – wouldn’t he be delighted that we’re all still talking – and laughing – about him? Wish you had known Auntie Norah, your Gt Granny, she was something else! He on e told me that he’d like to be remembered as a Jester and I’ve had a Royal Doulton figure of the Jester sitting on my desk for years. If you’d like a copy of “Finding Peggy” – really about the O’Briens – please let me know.
Meg Henderson