| Topic: | Re:The Great and The Good of The Parish | |
| Posted by: | Tony Price | |
| Date/Time: | 06/08/10 00:51:00 |
| Re tennis supremo Fred Perry xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I have made reference elsewhere re a psychic person I knew closely for 10 yrs + before he passed and who had had the most interesting life. At the time of my knowing him he had a large detatched house near me but had moved several times within Ealing before this last address. He told me he was in Freiburg I think in the 1960's and walking along a street when he was " accosted " by a local lady who recognised him as a psychic and told him further down the road was a pharmacy wherein they speak English, to which he replied I don't want to speak English but here to brush up on my German. You must call in there this also gifted person said. So reluctantly he did enter the shop where behind the counter was a tall typical Prussian to whom my friend addressed and said what he had just been instructed to do and why. The Prussian said you want my wife, called her and out came this lady. She and my friend started to speak, she asking him where he came from. London he replied, so do I she said, where in London, Ealing he replied, so do I she said. Where in Ealing she asked, XXXXXXXX Ave he replied, so do I she said, what number, 100 he said, so do I she said, I was born there !!. So now it became clear why the gifted woman in the street was prompted to tell him he must go into that pharmacy.She had also told him he would also meet a very " interesting person " while in Germany, who was not the lady in the shop, who insisted he check out of his hotel and move in with her and her husband. She told him she had been engaged to Fred Perry but in 1936 decided to move to Germany, which struck me as strange, for a young English lady, well connected to upsticks and move to Germany , of all places. It transpires that during the War, she hid and helped downed British airmen to get back to Blighty ( whether with the knowledge of her husband, to whom by then she was married, I have always speculated ). My friend told her what the lady in the street had told him re his meeting a special person but who by the time of leaving for the journey back to England, he had not met. Anyway Dorothy went to the railway station to see him off and the journey began. Two stops down the track, a lady got into his carriage and sat opposite him and my friend soon found he was experiencing trouble with his neck. The lady had a high collar to her blouse, well up her neck. My friend made comment re what he was experiencing, ie " picking up " since her arrival, to which she said she had cancer of the throat, which was in remission but was told she had less than a year to live. They talked ( he was a great womaniser ), found out she was married to the largest chocolate manufacturer in Germany. He then started " to hear a pattering sound " and felt obliged to tell this lady she must make sure never to get wet. He got off at the next stop to phone Dorothy he had met the special person and Dorothy and the lady kept thereafter in touch. My friend and Dorothy also kept in touch and I think 2 years later Dorothy told him the lady had died. Apparently in a summer month she went for a walk in a forest, when it suddenly rained heavily ( pattering sound, rain on leaves ) and she caught pneumonia from which she died. . He eventually lost touch with Dorothy but asked if I could find her number, and having a German neighbour with access to directories in Germany, I was able to get it, so he was able to call her. For her services during the War, she was given the MBE ? by the Queen. So whether she had " been sent " to Germany in 1936 is a possibility, and she had been born in the very bedroom in which my friend at the time of meeting her owned and was himself sleeping. |