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Strange Tales from Days Gone BY; Memories of Con 72D Bill Pimlett
Topic Started: Jul 4 2012, 04:05 PM (285 Views)
bobswoo
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The following are two strange tales that my dad (Con. 72D, Bill Pimlett) told me as a teenager. They are a little gruesome but show the situations that police officers found themselves in and probably still do today. No amount of training can cater for some of the things that serving officers had/have to deal with.


The NOT SO Dead Man

I had just had my scoff at Rose Hill. It was three thirty a.m. on a very dark cold night. I thought I would take a look at McDougalls the undertakers on St Anne Street and went around the back and knocked on the rear door. The night man came and let me in.

He said that he had the kettle on and told me to go through to the kitchen. To get to the kitchen you had to go through the morgue, which had two bodies in that night. One was covered up and the other was in the process of being washed. It was a man of about 45 years of age, 4 foot 5 inches tall, dark hair, with tears running down his face. I could not believe what I was seeing. I spoke to the body and asked what the matter was. He only blinked his eyes. I asked him if he knew where he was. His eyes blinked again. I looked around and saw a pile of sheets. The man was looking straight at me all the time. I told him I was going to phone for an ambulance. I found the caretaker and told him that the man he had just been washing was still alive and asked him where the telephone was. I dialled 999 and eventually got the poor man away to hospital.

I then telephoned Mr McDougall at home and told him what had happened.

The next day I telephoned The Royal Hospital, which was the old Royal Hospital in those days and was told that the man was suffering from malnutrition, was deaf and partially sighted.

Good job I was looking for somewhere to have a cup of tea that night!


The Old Lady of Taliesin Street


The year was about 1960 and I was on a night shift in Taliesin Street about 1.00a.m. I was stationed at Rose Hill in those days.

I was minding my own business (as they say) when a fire engine roared up Scotland Road and turned into Taliesin Street and charged to a stop about 10 houses down on the left side. Six people were standing at the door of the house. When I got there a Fire Officer said that there was no fire as such, just a lot of smoke and some old lady dead with the top half of her clothes burned off.

I went up the stairs to the bedroom, which was still smoking and saw the old lady on the floor with a poker in her hand. I thought she had been poking the fire with the poker, when her cotton shawl had caught fire and had flash burned upwards setting her nightie on fire and burning up her skin until it rolled up and stopped at her armpits. Her long hair had burned to a horseshoe shape at the back of her head. A rude awakening for a young constable!

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Ken Rose
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WoW,
Enough too put you off for joining the force life.
Thanks for sharing Barbara.
regards.
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