Riddles 20
By the Riddler
The Riddler has three
puzzles for us today:
No 1. I’m a colour, but you can eat me! What am I?
No 2. You’re my brother but I am not your brother!
Who am I?
No 3. I’m unstoppable, but easy to waste! What am I?
Keep em
coming Riddler
By Barbara Thomas
The study of your Ancestors and where it can lead you, if you are lucky, or in several places unlucky…
It all began when a man turned up at a pub in the South of London claiming that it was his belief that the elderly man sitting there was his father: George William Glenham.
Hereby lies a tale:
So where do I start?
Let’s begin here:
1 marriage 2 bigamist marriages to two sisters, 8 years apart.
2 children from a legitimate marriage 10 years apart after leaving and then returning years later.
1 child by 1st bigamist marriage both mother and child died within a year of each other sadly. Seven children from 2nd bigamist marriage then lived happily with that person until he died after years of “marriage bliss”
As mentioned above this was a very complex case which included
change of names from George William Glenham to Samuel George
Thomas illegally.
He married both sisters in church under the aka name of Samuel George Thomas, who had falsified Marriage certificates.
Two birth certificates, 1 legal and 1 illegal.
Legal ~ George William
Glenham born Dec 1905.
Illegal ~ Samuel George Thomas born Jan 1906.
Big mistake was putting different parents on each of the certificate’s.
Though I found out that both George William Thomas parents were
actually born in the East end of
Samuel George Thomas’s falsified certificate of Parents
supposedly born in
What a pickle, one of the first things my husband asked me to solve when we met; knowing my hobby was (and still is) Genealogy.
I stared confidently following all the clues of my husband’s dad’s
certificates, as I thought they contained correct information.
When I came across a problem Tom my husband pointed out that he
had vivid memories of his grandmother living in Bow in
Where as I had his grandparents living in
I did a U turn then, and back tracked with the new information he had given me.
What a hornets nest I discovered, or should I say can of worms I opened.
As mentioned before I found a marriage but no divorce papers then two more marriages in a different name from his birth name plus both fathers names and trades on all certificates were different
What a malarkey as my Irish grandmother would have said.
The deeper I went the more I discovered…
George William Glenham had a best friend George Clifton they had
known each other since childhood. This friend had been the best man to all 3
marriages knowing that two were illegitimate.
I don’t know for sure but I have reason to think when Glenham, under the name of Thomas, married both sisters Rebecca and Alice neither had any idea that he was a married man as by then he had changed his name to Samuel George Thomas.
George William Thomas and George Clifton both had joined the army before WWII but had deserted their posts and were court marshalled and told that if that had happened in WWI both would have been shot!
Later during WWII both men were conscripted into Churchill’s
Home guard based in
George Clifton lodged at George William Glenham’s parents home
but in 1941 both George William Glenham’s. mother and best friend
George William Glenham’s father William James Glenham was suffering from depression at the time and finding out what his wife had done he sadly took his own life drinking a whole bottle of Jeyes fluid…
William James Glenham had had a distinguished army career both in the boar war and WWI and had been mentioned in dispatches
It all began to unravel as right in the beginning the man that
had gone looking for his father was George William Glenham jnr. and apparently
according to eye witnesses George William Glenham aka Samuel George Thomas,
after being confronted said “I’ve been a naughty boy.”
When asked why the son after all these years wanted from his father. George William Jnr’s reply was now he had eventually met his father his only ambition was to have a drink with him, afterwards they shook hands and he walked, never to be heard from again.
Stranger still George William Glenham worked at the same place
in
I kept finding more info, and again years later when my husband
had his pub on the Harold Hill estate
That’s when I discovered the man’s name was George Clifton,
George William Glenham’s friend who years before had moved in with his mother
and set up home in
Also strangely enough my husband told me that at his marriage to wife Sheila the sisters of George William Glenham’s were invited, but he told me he had no recollection even seeing them before or who had invited them. This was only discovered when I found a wedding photo of all 3.
Sheila sadly died as did my husband Alfie so as a widower I would be able to marry again.
First meeting with the family was fun; I think not!!
I had discovered this huge skeleton in their families’ cupboard and it was my first time meeting them all, funnily enough at a family wedding.
Another tragic coincidence within the last 3 years that happened to both my husband and myself was that both our eldest son’s Stephen Gary Thomas and Daniel Patrick Quinlan from our 1st marriages died. Both Steve and Danny as they were known in the family will always hold a special place in our hearts.
Whilst finding out about my husband’s late family I was
contacted through Ancestry by cousins, nieces, and nephew’s all trying to
collate George William Glenham’s chequered families past.
Again strangely all the male children of Samuel George Thomas
have William as their second name.
Copyright Barbara Thomas
The Zombie Drug…
By Len Morgan
Marcus was smooth, suave, and sophisticated. He liked drinking in different bars, as the mood took him; he had an ulterior motive. He had a host of clever chat up lines that he used to good effect to lure young women into his influence. If one line doesn’t pique a woman’s interest he would try another. But, if there were other equally desirable young women in the bar he would simply change his tack and hit on them, in the certain knowledge that his good looks and fake charm would grab their attention. His method was to treat a young woman as if she was the only girl in the room, offer to buy her a drink, then another and another. Eventually she would have to visit the ladies room. That is when he would slip a roofie into her drink...
Veronica, Cloe, and Crystal
were young women on a mission, trolling the bars looking for their mark. Cloe checked out the bar, “He’s in here,” she
told the others, “Far end, propping up the bar.”
Veronica entered the bar and in a short while Marcus sidled up beside her.
“Hi I’m Marcus; it seems I’ve been stood up by my date.”
“That’s a shame, maybe we can talk while we wait, I’m also alone, a friend was supposed to meet me here but she hasn’t arrived yet.”
“That’s my good fortune,” he smiled, disarmingly “What’s your poison?”
“Oh that’s kind of you; I’ll have a gin & tonic.”
“I like this bar, it has a nice atmosphere, and the music is background; not too ‘in your face’,” he said.
“I’m Ronnie,” she said, “Oh look, there’s an empty table over there, why don’t we sit and chat.”
“A good
idea, let me take the drinks over,” he smiled again.
‘Maybe he wasn’t the mark they were looking for,’ she thought looking towards Crystal and Cloe. Cloe nodded to confirm he was the one they were looking for.
“You’ll have to excuse me, I need to visit
the ladies,” she smiled and headed across the room. She visited a cubicle to relieve herself. Leaving
the cubicle she freshened up her lippy, whilst waiting for
“He did it Ron, Cloe confirms he’s the one!”
“Are the rest of the girls outside?”
“Ready and waiting,” said
“Are you sure this will work?” Ronnie asked as she unscrewed the lid and applied a little of the green fluid to her lips, “here goes nothing…” she said.
Ronnie gave him a pleasant smile as she sat at the table. “I noticed there are nuts on the bar, drinking always makes me hungry, would you mind asking if they can spare some?”
“I’ll find out,” he said and went over to the bar. While he was out of sight she poured her drink into a nearby potted plant and refilled the glass with water.
He returned triumphant with a small dish of nuts, “you haven’t touched your drink, is something wrong with it?” he asked.
“It’s fine,” she assured him, and emptied the glass in one.
“Let me get you another,” he said, taking their glasses back to the bar.
When he returned she leaned across the table and, spontaneously kissed him full on the lips, “you’re Angel,” she said, before drinking it down. Then, she took a napkin from her bag and wiped her lips.
Ronnie took out her phone and dialled. “Hi girls, the fish is in the net, come and join us!”
Two ladies entered and headed for their table.
“He’s the one,” Cloe said, preparing to attack him.
“Shhh,”
“Great idea! Let get out of here,” Cloe said.
”Follow me!”
“Don’t feel sorry for him Cloe, his bottle of tablets is less than half full so you were not his only victim,” said Ronnie.
Back at Cloe’s apartment they stripped him, dressed him in ladies underwear and wrote abusive words on his chest with waterproof lipstick.
“Do you have your tattooing kit ready Ronnie?”
“I have luminous red ink
and a special stencil prepared,” she said.
“When you’re done, we can take him to the park and leave him on the ‘roundabout’, leave his clothes in a neat pile beside him.
Two young constables took one look at the ‘RAPIST’ tattoo on his forehead, found the bottle of roofies in his jacket pocket and called for a car to take him to the station.
Two weeks later, the girls
saw his picture in the local paper and read the story ‘6 month for possession and use of ‘rohypnol’, the banned rape drug.’
Copyright
Len Morgan
By Barbara Thomas
Hold up your hands how many reading this now have actually made out a Will
Let me tell you about one specific person who never left a Will
and on dying therefore was not able to instruct how he wanted his funeral
either burial/cremation Christian or Humanitarian
But the main object of the Will was to find out who was down as his next of kin.
Being a ladies man this man had a chequered past married twice with
at least 3 common law wives plus a scattering of lady friends.
You can see the predicament, to whom or who will receive his worldly gifts.
Also without a Will who will pick up the tab?
I’ll help you out, you see it was our son who passed away
suddenly.
During his working life he had been on the river
And manager at both his father and aunt’s pubs.
At the time of his untimely death he had been working with
mentally ill patients in a residential setting near where he lived with a girlfriend
in Catford,
Unfortunately, he had been found outside his workplace
unconscious, and died still in a coma 3 days later. He had suffered a massive
heart attack and because he wasn’t found for one hour he received severe and
irreversible brain damage and the life machine was switched off by two of his
four children on July 2nd 2021.
Heartbroken my husband and I tried to make sense of it all as he
was only 58 years old.
Then reality set in. Who was going to pay for the funeral, as we now know there was no Will.
It fell on both my husband and I to contact solicitors and ask
for advice
As I mentioned our Steve loved the ladies but where was the
second wife and had they divorced?
The current ladyfriend made big ripples, I had to freeze all his
bank and credit cards as at first she was having a great time spending
We were advised to become Executors,
giving us the authority to look into any life insurances Steve
may have had. I texted, phoned emailed determined to collect some monies
somehow.
There were papers galore I had to collate including Bank
statements to check, the list goes on.
We had some luck when a family member remembered where the last
wife used to live, we followed the lead and it turned out that this wife had
never moved out of the home she had shared with our son and they had never
divorced, apparently she told us Steve used to often visit her.
So now we have next of kin, who legally could claim anything she
liked only she didn’t want to be involved. They had only been married 1 year
before they parted
More problems once we had contacted her we were then only errand
boys.
Our hands were tied so we went back to the solicitors and paid another £1,000 for Deed of variation to allow us to intervene for the reluctant next of Kin.
Then came the funeral, his harem all wanted a piece of him,
there was a lot of bad feeling, especially from Steve’s latest lady friend
I put my foot down and said as his parents we would be picking up the tab and the funeral would not become a circus but a celebration of a life gone before his time.
The funeral went as well as could be expected some even said it was lovely with all the funny anecdotes that Steve got up to plus all the tunes we knew he loved especially at the end “I’m for ever blowing bubbles” he would have loved that being an ardent West Ham supporter all his life like his Dad and Grandad before him.
The wake was interesting to say the least women eyeballing each other. Oh Steve we had no idea you were such a ladies man.
I discovered a life insurance “hurrah“ followed by monies from his days as a bus driver.
Now the monies at last was coming in the outstanding bills were
being paid out. Alas not much savings for all those years of working hard,
Steve lived for the day. There were credit agreements although sadly did not
die at his demise.
It’s ok getting a credit agreement but you never know how your
circumstances will be over a length of time and this is what we had to cope
with.
A Will would have saved us the stress that we went through at that
period.
So my message to all you people what ever walk of life please
find out about making a Will.
Find time otherwise it may fall on your loved one’s shoulders.
Apparently I am told you do not have to go to a solicitor as
long it is signed witnessed-and dated.
Leave getting a Will at your peril!!
Copyright Barbara Thomas
By Bob French
I
glanced around the quiet room then stifled a yawn, It was warm and stuffy and
covered in dust, just like Mr. Fotheringham, the solicitor, who had summonsed
me to the reading of the last will and testament of James Alfred Bernard
Yearsley, Jaba to his friends and my best mate for the past twenty years, but
now, sadly no longer with us.
Sitting to my left was Melony, his deceitful, twisted, and cruel wife,
who did her best to make Jaba’s life hell. To my right sat two other women in
their early twenties, who I took to be Jaba’s kids, well not kids any
more. They looked just like their mother. I swore that if ever there
was a performance of Cinderella, these two brats would get the part of the ugly
two sisters without a doubt, and Melony would have no problem playing the cruel
step mother.
Fotheringham gave a polite cough, as though to demand obedience, just
like our old maths teacher did when he suspected foul play at the back of the
class where Jaba and I normally sat.
One of the two brats looked up from her i-phone, starred at
Fotheringham, then gave a huff and went back to her i-phone.
We had been sitting here in this stuffy room for over an hour
whilst his clerk, who had been summons to bring in the Yearsley file,
frantically tried to find it.
Suddenly there was a clatter of heavy footsteps outside the
door. Then the door burst open admitting a tall, pimply faced youth,
flourishing the said document in front of him. He paused and with a
degree of ceremony, slowly placed the file down in front of his master. He
paused, expecting some sort of thanks, then beat a hasty retreat, praying to
himself that this was not to be his last day at Fotheringham, Wentworth and
Belchley.
Fotheringham gave a cruel smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I
shan’t keep you long.” He took a deep breath, opened the file and
looked down at the document, which had just been delivered.
Then, without warning, he quietly swore, stood up, excused himself, left
the room, stormed off down the corridor and into the practice
office. We could hear old Fotheringham yelling at the top of his
voice at the young man who had delivered the incorrect file. He gave the
incompetent clerk five minutes to fine the correct document, or he would be out
on his ear.”
Whilst Fotheringham was tearing strips off the young office clerk,
Melony decided that the office needed some fresh air and moved to the back of
the room and opened one of the large windows. Within seconds, the office was
full of rain and flying papers. As the rain and cold air blasted into the
office, the two daughters started to scream abuse at their mother. One of the
daughter’s had jumped up, sending her chair crashing backwards into a tall
African Palm which Fotheringham’s youngest son had given to him when he had
become a Partner and he had nurtured it every day for the past fifteen years.
Luckily, I was seated away from the direct blast of the wind and rain
that was slowly trashing the office, so was able to view the Armageddon in
relatively comfort.
The force of the impact caused the Palm to rock in its large pot, then
slowly fall to its left. Directly in line of where the Palm was
expected to make land-fall, was a small very expensive looking mahogany
side-table with two Royal Scot Christel decanters and a beautiful model of HMS
Arc Royal, which the officers of the old aircraft carrier had presented to
Fotheringham on his retirement from the Royal
Navy.
I watched as the tall African Palm, slowly and majestically fell,
destroying the model of the Arc Royal, and shattering the beautiful decanters,
and lastly, with the sound of an explosion, it turned the expensive side-table
into match-wood.
By now the wind was slanting into the office causing more files and
papers to take to the air, and condemn those files that fell to the floor to
slowly become waterlogged.
It was then that I heard Melony scream and I turned to see where she
was. I was met with a blast of foul language and as far as I could
understand, she was a little concern about her hair, which to be honest looked
a complete mess and thought that when this is over, I should tell her to use
old Ma’ Mavis’s over on Connaught Street, rather than that posh hairdressers on
the high street, where the snobs of our society went, just so they could be
seen and envied by the lower classes of the town.
I’m not sure if it was that Fotheringham had found his file, or the
screams and howling wind and rain coming from his office had caused him to
return. Either way when he forced open the door and stood there, the
look on his face told me he was not very pleased.
“What in God’s name is going on. Who is responsible for all
this mess?”
Before Melony and her two brats could come to their senses, I slowly
pointed an accusing finger towards Melony who was sitting in a puddle on the
floor soaking wet trying to tidy up her £50 hair do.
Then he caught site of his retirement present, well, what was left of
it, and the very expensive decanters and mahogany side-table.
“My God, what have you done? Who caused all this damage.
Again, I slowly raised my hand and pointed to one of the brats.
“My God!” he bellowed at the top of his voice.”
I could see that we were not going to achieve anything this morning
whilst he continued to ask God what had happened, so I raised my hand like a
school kid.
“Excuse me Mr. Fotheringham. Could I suggest that if you
don’t have Mr. Yearsley, file to hand, we hold the reading at another date and
time and possibly another location?”
This seemed to quieten him down. I could see his mind turning over
trying to process the damage to his office.
“I agree, but who is going to pay for all this damage?”
I said nothing, but slowly turned and looked at Melony. Whose
face was already starting to go red as she started to build herself up into one
of her famous tantrums.
She staggered to her feet. “You don’t expect me to pay for all this do
you?”
Fotheringham seemed to pause for a minute. “Who opened the window?”
I pointed to Melony again.
“And who knocked over my African Palm?”
I didn’t wait for the little brat who smashed her chair into the tree
and caused the, I pointed my finger at her?”
“Well Mrs. Yearsley, as far as I can see, you seem to be the one liable
for the damage to my office. Once the Will has been read, I shall demand that you
pay for all the damage from the proceeds of your late husbands Will.
“I will do no such thing!”
Fotheringham ignored her rant. “That’s fine then. You will
receive a summons for the damage to my property, and subsequent recovery of the
hundreds of case files damaged by the rain and wind, which was caused by you
and your daughters.”
On the way-out Melony crept up behind me. “If you think you are going to
get a penny from Jaba’s Will, you are very much mistaken. He never
had a bank account cause he left me to do all the house bills.”
“A week later, the five of us sat in Fotheringham’s new
offices. After the Will of Jabs had been read out, there was a
pause.
“Are there any questions?” Fotheringham said in a tired voice.
I lent forward. “Could you tell me the registration and make
of Jeba’s car and where I can find it please?”
Fotheringham glanced down at the Will. “You will find it
parked in the multistory car park, bay 29 in Hounslow. It’s a Bently
Flying Spur, Its registration is JABA 007. See me after and I shall
give you the keys.
Melony then in a quiet voice asked how much capital she’d been left to
by her beloved husband.
“Mrs. Yearsley, I bring your attention to my last letter of the 20th of
this month. The amount your husband has left you, besides the house
and his collection of beer mats, comes to the same amount of the invoice I sent
you. If you wish to settle now, today, the matter of your late husbands Will is
closed. However, if you wish to pay in installments, the settlement
date of your late husband’s Will, and my bill, will be 23rd May
in five year’s time. Which is it to be?”
That afternoon I caught the bus down to the multi-story car park and
made my way up to the second floor where I knew I would find bay
29. I stood and stared at the Silver Grey Bently Flying Spur for ten
minutes before opening it and sliding onto the soft leather
seat. The smell of polished wood and leather kept me mesmerized for
another ten minutes until my eye caught sight of a note in the glove compartment. It
directed me to the boot of the car.
As I lifted the boot, I smiled. The reason Jaba never trusted
banks was because he stored all his ill-gotten gains in his battered old brief
case in the boot of his old banger, as he used to call it. After
quickly counting the neat piles of £20 notes, I whistled to myself; £75,000,
then promised my-self that I would raise a glass to him that evening down at
the Duck and Pheasant.
Copyright
Bob French
The main speaker was Robert Catesby who
seemed to have commandeered the group.
These were catholics sharing the same hatred
of King James 1st but also knowing that at anytime King James 1st’s guards
could come crashing in and arrest them all, firstly breaking curfew secondly
being a Catholic which in a mainly Protestant country would always be treated
with suspicion.
Robert Catesby wasn’t from
But each had one goal, to blow up the Houses
of Parliament, kill the king and replace him with the Spanish king.
During the evening the men were given their
jobs.
One of those men was Guy Fawkes,
recently recruited, soon after coming to
Unlike the other men Guy Fawkes had been a
soldier in the army against the
He had knowledge and technical knowhow of
placing gunpowder he was seen as a bonus among the men gathered there.
The date was eventually decided would be the
the 5th November 1605.
As they scuttled away back to their homes
Guy Fawkes lingered behind.
As Robert Catesby was clearing away he
glanced up and saw Fawkes standing there.
Between them there was an instant bond for
here was a man willing to die for the cause.
Robert Catesby was well known to both
Parliament and king for his views against both and was monitored regularly.
Robert Catesby immediately made Fawkes his
second in command.
On the night of the 5th it had just stopped
raining which was a relief to the collaborators as during the weeks before,
barrels of gunpowder had been brought in and stored beneath the Houses of
Parliament these were bought through a tunnel that had been dug out by Guy
Fawkes (who had changed his name to John Johnson for whatever reason only known
to him) the property was owned by Catesby which he had required for the sole
reason of his men to climb through un-noticed to the bowels of Parliament.
But the deed was not to be as unknown to the other 12 men, there was one man who had doubts and anonymously sent a letter to William Parker 4th Baron Monteagle Catholic member of Parliament.
On receiving this terrible letter and not
fully understanding its full meaning, the Baron immediately rode to London and
handed the letter to a Member of Parliament none other than Cecil, the then
Earl of Salisbury whereby the Gun Powder Plot was thwarted.
Below is the letter that saved both the King, Parliament, and the country:
“My Lord, out of love I bear to some of
your friends I have a care of your preservation. Therefore I would advise you, as you tender your life to devise some excuse to shift your attendance at this Parliament; for God and man have concurred to punish the wickedness of this time. And think not slightly of this advertisement but retire Yourselves into your country where you may expect the event in safety for though there be no appearance of any stir, yet I say they shall receive a terrible blow this Parliament; and yet they shall not see who hurts them. This counsel is not to be condemned because it may do you good and could and can do you no harm; for the danger is passed as soon as you have burnt this letter. And I hope God will give you the grace to make good use of it, to whose holy protection I commend you
Action was taken, instantly.
The Kings army was sent below the cellars of Parliament immediately but all they found was Guy Fawkes, he was arrested on the spot and dragged out into the open, taken to the Tower of London and tortured for days until he confessed, then taken to the old Palace yard of Westminster and as he climbed with great difficulty up the stairs Guy Fawkes suddenly threw himself off the scaffold and immediately died from a broken neck thereby escaping the terrible ordeal of being disembowelled whilst still alive. Although his body was disembowelled and sent to the 4 corners of the kingdom after death.
His partner in crime had been urged to
abandon the plan but chose to ignore the advice days before.
But once he had heard that Guy Fawkes had
been discovered, he galloped as quick as he could back to his country home in
Holbeche joined by some of the 13 would be assassins.
It was decided that each would stand their
ground where they stood, against the might of the Kings men and their weaponry.
The Kings men arrived and both Robert
Catesby and his men fought gallantly side by side.
He and another papist took the full blast of
a cannon ball.
Robert Catesby’s family, although shocked,
secretly collected the body, but this was discovered and while making
preparations for the funeral, the Kings soldiers rode up dragged Catesby’s body
out on the ground then disembowelled and hacked the head off which was taken
and put on a spike to be displayed on the highest part of the roof in the
Houses of Parliament in Westminster square London for all to see as a reminder
that that is what happens to enemies of the crown.
People were shocked and when the 5th of
November came round the next year 1606 an effigy of Guy Fawkes would be paraded
throughout the streets of
When it became dark bonfires were burnt as a
reminder of what could have happened but thankfully thwarted surprisingly
through an anonymous letter.
To this day the tradition carries on with
the added bonus of fireworks.
Chants were sang:
Remember, remember the 5th of November
Gun powder, treason and plot. For there is no
reason why gunpowder treason should ever be forgot
Also I discovered a poem named:
The night
Poem
Guy Fawkes, ‘‘twas his intent to blow up
King and Parliament
Three score barrels were laid
Below To prove old
By God’s mercy he was catches
With a dark lantern and lighted match,
Holler boys, Holler boys, let the bells ring
Holler boys Holler boys
God Save the king
Halloween
A small child asks her Mother a question.
“Why do children wear witches and wizards
clothes and knock on neighbours doors on Halloween night carrying pumpkin
buckets asking the question “treacle or treat”
If it’s treat we would be given sweets but if they choose treacle we have to recite a poem or song”
The mother thought for a while and then told
the child that in ancient times there were people called “Pagans” these were
people who believed in different Gods who were sun worshippers and the devil
Their beliefs through the decades were
transformed into folklore of the unknown and fear of the dead.
“Yes Mother” the young child asked
“But that still doesn’t answer why we dress
up on that night”
The mother tried to explain without
frightening her child.
“The belief was that if people dressed up in
strange clothes, they could chase away bad spirits from their homes”.
This day in our calendar is the 31st October
also known in the holy bible as “All Souls’ Day “ where it was believed in
ancient times that bad spirits would visit the homes that they had once lived
in.
That’s why people dressed up to frightened
the spirits away.
It was believed that the souls that died in
sin would forever be cast away in purgatory, This means souls were forever
restless.
By you and other children going from house
to house you are frightening away these spirits.
The sweet treats that you have now are to make sure you do not visit their house again.”
The child then put on her scary makeup and put on her witches dress picked up her sweetie bucket and set off with her friends to visit her neighbours houses.
This made me think about both Robert Catesby and Guy Fawkes as their souls did not have the churches holy sacraments, in a christian funeral or burial from any Father of the Cloth therefore in the believers eyes forever in purgatory.
I would like to think that both their
families would have prayed that their relative be forgiven for all their sins
and ask God for forgiveness and contrition so to allow their restless souls to
enter the
“Only our maker knows”
Copyright Barbara Thomas
The Riddler has two
puzzles for us today:
No 1. What flies when it’s born, lies when it’s
alive, & runs when it’s dead?
No 2. Who makes moves when seated?
Keep em
coming Riddler
