We would have to exhume both of them first so let’s start off at Brandwood end cemetery.
Was about to say watch out you don’t disturb my grandparents on my Mum’s side.
I went to Rotterdam with my Dad and Grandpa Ladd. He used to have my Nan ring his phone at the Opticians he had in Cotteridge or Cradley Heath a certain number of coded times on a Saturday afternoon to indicste if Villa or the opposition had scored. Now that’s a couple working in harmony eh?
No idea how his eldest turned out a bluenose, but I’m sure he was glad my Mum married a Villa lad.
I’m working late at the hospital and this has actually triggered a forgotten memory. I’m sure I lobbed my smaller villa Ted into the grave there along with some soil at the appropriate time (there was no blue teddy provided by other relatives).
I’m glad to recall this as now I have little ones, you wonder what happened to stuff like that. I’d forgotten.
My Nan was buried there 2010 it must have been then, I don’t think I went to my Gramps funeral age 12 in 1986.
I think this was the same one craftily placed by my mum next to my younger nephew just after birth in his hospital crib previous year (bro in law a Reading fan).