Paul Nigel

I was born in Dewsbury in 1973. In 1978 my grandfather died leaving my grandma a widow. Every Friday evening my “aunty” Edna used to visit my Grandma’s and would usually walk home but I distinctly remember walking her, with my Grandma to the bus stop, 3 houses down the road from her house and making sure Aunty Edna got on the bus safely. Only 3 bus stops away, Aunty Edna would get off the bus for a similar very short walk to her house, but “uncle” Vic, her husband would be waiting for her. When Grandad died, my Grandma didn’t have a telephone so my mum immediately made her get one. Only when Aunty Edna rang Grandma did we feel ok. This series really does remind me of the feeling, that even as a 5 year old we all felt at that time. Wearside Jack was just as guilty as the Ripper himself. I wish I believed in hell and heaven but I don’t. Those two should be there for eternity. I can NEVER forget those feelings of fear and mistrust.