Coffin Mill Scare

We lived at 93, Brook Street during 1941-48 in a converted shop. I remember the Coffin Mill scare when children from the Burn swore to seeing a ghost, reputedly that of a young mill girl, the crowd swelled with Mum's looking for bairns. The local bobby trying to get people to go home.

We were all latch key kinds, but knew right form wrong, the widows round about were the unseen reporters of the day and woe betide any misdeeds, but we were much loved and cared for.