After my mother died, my search for the truth started in earnest. Now she was gone, I realized it was time to gather up what she had left behind and try to find more. My initial venture on the information highway was very basic. Using bits and pieces I had gathered throughout the years,I posted a public notice on the Internet September 8, 1994 asking for help with my genealogy.

Within a very few days, I connected with Nick Rowland in England. We moved over to private electronic mail and starting corresponding. Thanks to information supplied by Adelaide, I gave Nick the full name of Reverend Lionel Algernon Foyster. I also casually mentioned the name "Borley Rectory." Nick replied, "Now that name rings a bell. I'll find out where it is. I think it's famous for some reason."

On September 22, 1994, my e-mail contained the following:

From: nick.rowland@sunwharf.centron.com
To: heaven's@rushnet.com
Subject: WOW!

Please, before you read further, would you sit down with a coffee and take a deep breath. NO! I haven't found [all you were looking for], but a lot more information that you may or may not be surprised at.

All the following data results from your mention of Borley Rectory. It meant something to me so I have researched it. It was known as The Most Haunted House in England.

You were born 9 October 1945 in Ipswich to an American father and English mother . . . [The English husband was unwilling to keep someoneelse's child.]

Another couple - Robert Vincent O'Neil and Marianne [Fisher] needed a child in order to convince the American authorities to allow Marianne to move to the USA. They took on the child, who was [then] named Robert Vincent O'Neil. The birth was not believed to have been registered in either [the infants] new or true name.

You were baptized on 11 July 1946 in Axminster England prior to your journey by ship to New York.

You lived for a while in Hokah, Minnesota and your "father"was in a road accident on Highway 44.

Your mother was born Mary Anne Emily Rebecca Shaw, second child of William Steel Shaw and Annie Elizabeth Woddyatt at 5 Guy Wood Cottages, Romiley, near Stockport, Chesire on 26 January 1899. Her father was a schoolmaster.

The Rev. L.A. Foyster died 18 April 1945 at Dairy Cottage, Rendlesham Suffolk. Cause of death was reported to be "Exhaustion, bed sores,etc." He is buried in Campsey Ashe Churchyard. There is some controversy regarding his death.

L.A. Foyster married Marianne Emily Rebecca Shaw, 22 August 1922 at Salmonhurst, New Brunswick, Canada.

Your "father," Robert Vincent O'Neil, was born 22 February 1920, in Caledonia, Minnesota. He was a private during WWII (serial number 47097995) based as ground crew at Parham Airbase, Suffolk, and he had cause to travel to Rendlesham Park at times. He traveled past Dairy Cottage where the Foysters lived. His unit was the 309th Heavy Bombardment Group [which flew] Flying Fortresses.

The address of 229 Ranelagh Road appears to have been an invention, although Marianne did live on that road at times.

Prior to your trip to the USA, you were in a transit camp at Tidworth, Hampshire England.

There is a lot more than this!!!!

How did I find all this out? - - It's in a BOOK!!!

Your "Mother" was one of the most amazing women of her time and also became one of the most notorious. This part may not be pleasant for you, but I suspect you know or suspect more than you have revealed?

I strongly urge you to buy the book and write to the author. . .

I haven't read the entire book, but your mother seems to have had a number of marriages as well as real and adopted children.

The book is titled, "The Widow of Borley." The author is Robert Wood. It was first published in 1992. I have rung the publishers and they are still in contact with Robert Wood. They will not give me his address, but will forward any mail to him if it is sent to them. I suggest you do this.

It may not make pleasant reading for you, so please, please be warned.

Cheers;
Nick Rowland
Suffolk

I was shaking so badly after reading the message I couldn't even see straight. I took a long walk, pondering what I should do next. I could not wait to get a copy of the book! All I could ask myself over and over again was, "Who is Robert Wood? How did he come to write this book?"I decided that I must find out. As soon as I could get my wits about me, I had copies made of the rough drafts of my autobiography, Who Am I? The Mysterious Search for My Identity. I sent copies to Nick and to the publisher of The Widow of Borley. I rounded up some pound notes and sent for a copy of Robert Wood's incredible book.

Not being able to wait for the Robert Wood book to arrive, I checked the local library for a copy of "Widow." No listing. I went to my favorite bookstore. No, the manager couldn't trace that title, but hewas familiar with Borley Rectory! He once had a copy of a book describing"The Most Haunted House in England." The book laid around for a couple of years, he finally read it, put it on the shelf for resale, and it was sold just two weeks before I came in his store!

"Reverend Foyster replaced the previous minister," the bookstore manager told me. "His predecessor was murdered by his congregation because he got married!" He agreed to help me find any related books.

During the course of the day, I called about everyone I thought I might be able to talk to. I just had to talk to someone! Finally, I managed to corner Robert Murphy, the missionary who had been with my mother shortly after her baptism into the L.D.S. Church in 1955. He came over to the house and shared a few thoughts before I delivered my bombshell. "Your mother was quite a lady," Robert said. "She was really perceptive and very intelligent."

Robert had only known my mother for about three months when we lived in North Dakota in the 1950's. He met Mom again when she came to visit me in Utah during 1963. "At that time, my wife and I figured she was about the same age as my mother," he said. "My mother was born in 1914." By coincidence, both mothers were sick about the time of my mother's trip, and Robert's brother "laid hands" on both ladies, in turn, to administer to them.

"Your mother thought polygamy was all right," Robert continued."She talked about how German women would be left alone as their husbands went off into the forest to gather wood. 'What a comfort it would havebeen if there had been two or three wives to keep each other company,' she told me. She seemed to know a lot about German life. She had a feeling for living in a small place." Germany. My mother loved Germany, but I could never understand why.

"She sounded like she came from Brooklyn, or the east coast. I didn't think she had an English accent. My wife had a friend from the Bronx who was so much like your mom. They sounded so much alike!"

Robert told me about a church meeting my mother attended in Fargo, North Dakota. It had been a very inspirational meeting, and she had told him,"The chapel was full of spirits."

Mom often told me she wished I could have taken advantage of polygamy. Maybe then more than one of my three marriages would have held up! She greatly admired a Mormon she met in North Dakota. She wouldn't have minded being his polygamous wife. She didn't think his first wife would adjust to that, however, to say nothing of the fact Mormons hadn't practiced polygamy since 1890.

September 22 and 23, 1994 moved along in an excited haze. I re-read the Internet message from Nick several times. As the answers started to come in, more questions than ever began to appear. Perhaps the "Widow"book would eventually tell me some of the answers, but I kept asking myself,"How on earth did Robert Wood get all that information!"

I wracked my brains trying to think who could have possibly told himsuch minute details about everything - including the highway number where my Dad had his car accident! Mom wouldn't have confided to any "snoop."That left Dad's relatives in Minnesota. None of them would have told anyone anything. They didn't know anything to tell! If "Widow" was published in 1992 that was over twenty years after his mother had died!

My mind was reeling with new questions and old memories. I was too excited to sit still, so I went back to the library. I knew there was no copy ofThe Widow of Borley, but maybe there were other books about ghosts that might have some information. There were several listings in the computer,and in minutes I had a huge blue book in my hand published by Reader's Digest called Into the Unknown. I went into shock once again as I saw my mother's story in a double page spread. Seeing my humble little mother in a worldwide publication startled me to no end, but the revelations about Marianne Foyster of Borley Rectory were just beginning.

It would be hard to describe my surprise when I opened Into the Unknown and read, "As soon as [Lionel Algernon Foyster and his wife Marianne]were settled in [at Borley Rectory], what seemed to be a poltergeist, or noisy ghost, became active."

Not only was there a brief description of my mother's experiences in the rectory, there was also a picture of her name, "Marianne,"written on a wall. The caption read, "Mrs. Foyster sought clarification of allegedly ghostly scrawls." The signature matched almost exactly with the signature on her will - written more than 30 years later!

The article was titled, Harry Price's Great Ghost Hunt. The first paragraph read, "By the time ghost investigator Harry Price finished with the Borley Rectory, he called it 'the most haunted house in England.' The ghosts and specters he cataloged there included a nun who, according to legend, had been 'bricked up alive' in a convent wall, a headless man, a coach and horses, and the Reverend Henry Bull, who had built the gloomy house in 1863."

My introduction to the most amazing chapter of my mother's life began with a bang. I continued to read:

During his lifetime, Price was probably the most technically accomplished and best know of the early-20th-century ghost hunters who attempted to prove, through practical methods and modern technology, whether ghosts were real. Price's "ghost-hunter's kit" included felt overshoes for "creeping unheard about the house"; steel tape measures to check the thickness of walls in search of secret chambers; a still camera equipped for indoor and outdoor photography; a remote-control movie camera; fingerprinting equipment; and a portable telephone for instant communication with other investigators.

Borley Rectory's reputation for being haunted had been of relatively ordinary magnitude by English standards until Price took an interest, and even then, the ghosts he identified were of an entirely predictable character. What first attracted Price's attention, in 1929, were the complaints of the current tenants, the Reverend G. Eric Smith and his wife, who for sometime had been disturbed by moving furniture, keys falling out of locks, the sounds of footsteps, and a woman's voice. Price undertook three days of careful study and claimed to have found no natural explanations for any of the unusual phenomena. He also announced that he had observed a shadowy figure that might have been the nun and had made contact with the deceased Reverend Mr. Bull.

Price began another investigation of the rectory a year later, after the Smith's were replaced by the Reverend Lionel Algernon Foyster and his wife, Marianne. As soon as the Foysters settled in, what seemed to be a poltergeist, or noisy ghost, became active. People were locked out of rooms, household items vanished, windows were broken, furniture was tossed about, strange smells filled the air and strange noises resounded. But all the worst incidents seemed to involve Mrs. Foyster. She was thrown from her bed in the night, slapped by an invisible hand, given a black eye, and once was nearly suffocated by a mattress. And then there began to appear on various walls of the rectory plaintive, nearly indecipherable, scrawled messages, such as "Marianne Please help get," and "Marianne light mass prayers."

Because almost all of the poltergeist activity occurred when Mrs. Foyster was either absent or alone, Price was inclined to attribute it to her manipulations; yet he continued to believe in the possible authenticity of the nun and the Reverend Mr. Bull. Thus when the rectory again became vacant, Price seized the chance to lease it and turn it into a laboratory for the study of the supernatural. Working with 48 volunteers, he conducted the elaborate tests for which he was famous, and concluded in "The Most Haunted House in England," published in 1940 that Borley is "the most extraordinary and best-documented case of haunting in the annals of psychical research."

Although he did have many detractors, Harry Price was widely respected for both his imaginative and resourceful methods and his honesty. And because he had spent some 40 years investigating psychic phenomena, it was a scandal of major proportions when, after his death in 1948, criticism began to seriously undermine his reputation. A newspaper reporter claimed to have caught Price faking evidence, and Mrs. Smith wrote that neither she nor her husband had ever believed the rectory to be haunted. Then in 1956 three investigators for the Society for Psychical Research reported that their interviews with the people involved at Borley and an exhaustive study of Price's own research notes had demonstrated that he had manipulated certain facts. Borley was supposed to be Price's masterwork, and yet despite his sophisticated methods, he never fully proved that there were ghosts there. Possibly because he was unwilling to have his labors remain unresolved, Price enhanced his own interpretation of the unknown.⁽¹⁾

And my mother had been there! Now I had to buy another book. The article had a picture of the burned-out rectory, and one of Price, but no picture of Mom. A second book told me the exact date of the fire that destroyed the place: February 27-28, 1939. More research showed me Mom lived at Borley from October 16, 1930 until October 1935.

In my search at the library, I also found a book by Nandor titled Between Two Worlds. The first section of Chapter Four was all about "The Most Haunted House in England." I couldn't believe I was finding so many references.

While the chapter didn't mention Mom by name, it did tell me Price wrote another book called The End of the Borley Rectory in 1946. Fodor also explained that seven years after Price died, "three other investigators,notably Eric J. Dingwall, Kathleen M. Goldney (both of them his friends and fellow researchers), and Trevor M. Hall, of the British Society for Psychical Research, published another book, The Haunting of Borley: A Critical Survey of the Evidence. This book attempted to expose the Borley mystery and accused Harry Price of having been the ghost who threw the stones and who deliberately distorted the account of the Borley affair."⁽²⁾

Fodor was outraged at the work of this trio:

No greater scandal has ever erupted in psychical research than over this preposterous exposure. The haunting of Borley Rectory stretches way back in time, beyond the initial appearance of Harry Price on the scene in 1929. Only in 1937 did Harry Price begin a systematic investigation. He rented the Rectory for a year and advertised in the New York Times (sic- actually The Times) for observers. In 14 months, 2,000 paranormal phenomena were reported: voices, footsteps, the ringing of bells, the locking and unlocking of doors, messages on the walls, wine turning into ink, vanishing and sailing of objects through the air, crashes, breaking of window panes, starting of fires, knocks, bumps and thumps, lights in the window, whispering and the sense of invisible presences. The most ghostly part of the haunting was the apparition of a nun on the grounds - asking for Mass and prayers through the written messages - and the vision of a ghost coach and of a headless coachman, bearing on the legend that a monk from Borley Monastery had eloped by coach with a novice nun; on being caught, the man was beheadedand the novice bricked up alive in the Convent.

According to Harry Price, the influences at the rectory were not evil. A child of three who got a black eye, thought otherwise. He said:"A nasty thing by the curtain in my room gave it to me." Nor did the dogs take kindly to the headless ghost. Capt. Gregson, the last owner of Borley before the ghost burnt down the rectory - as it promised through the planchette - went at night into the courtyard with a black cocker spaniel and this is what happened:

"I distinctly heard footsteps at the far end of the courtyard, as though something was treading over the wooden trap door leading to the cellars. I paused, and my dog stopped dead, and went positively mad. He shrieked and tore away, still shrieking, and we have not seen or heard of him since."

Capt. Gregson purchased another dog, also a cocker and it behaved exactly as his predecessor. It began whining and shrieking - and bolted, and has not been seen since.⁽³⁾

My later research showed that Fodor's capsule of the haunting gave readers a mistaken impression of the time line involved. He wrote as if the 2,000 phenomena were recorded by Price after my mother moved out, and he moved in. Instead, most of them were supposedly experienced whileMom lived there.

The library had even more for me. David C. Knight had quite a chapter on Mom and Borley Rectory in Best True GHOST STORIES of the 20th Century. "After the departure of the Smith's [in mid-July, 1929]," he wrote, "Borley remained vacant for some months; it was not until October 1930 that a new rector could be found."

Knight quoted Harry Price as saying, "Then came the Foysters - and pandemonium! The poltergeists excelled themselves! The new rector was Reverend Lionel Foyster who, with his wife Marianne and two young children, bravely took up residence at Borley."

Knight then picked up the narrative:

The wonder is how the Foysters stayed one week in the house, let alone the five years they actually did. On their very first day, a disembodied voice started calling, 'Marianne! Marianne!' Objects disappeared, then reappeared.

During their long stay, the Foysters witnessed hundreds of odd and sometimes vicious phenomena. Marianne often saw the wraith of 'Harry Bull' materialize in a gray dressing gown at various locations in the house. It was a miracle the family did not go out of their minds with the constant bell-ringing alone.⁽⁴⁾

Knight also referred to the mysterious writing pictured in the Reader'sDigest book. "Cryptic messages on little pieces of paper in a childish hand appealing to 'Marianne' for 'help' would flutter down from the ceilings. Similar messages would be found scribbled on the walls."

The account continued:

Strange odors of lavender perfume and the smell of cooking - when no meals were being prepared - would often permeate the rectory. Pieces of heavy iron and stones were hurled at the rector and his wife . . . One evening, Marianne was struck a savage blow under the eye, resulting in a cut that bled copiously; her eye remained black for several days.

...queer messages were still found deposited around the house with such requests as 'Marianne help me.' Once Marianne wrote under one of these notes, 'What do you want?' and left it in a prominent place. Next day the paper bore the cryptic reply: 'Rest.'

After a year of enduring these events, Foyster determined to hold the rites of exorcism, complete with the sprinkling of holy water about the premises. All he got for his trouble was a stone - as big as a man's fist - flung at him . . .

Determined to try again, he obtained the aid of three other clergymen. These four parsons, armed with incense and holy water, did a thorough job of blessing and sprinkling the entire rectory from attic to cellar. At first, it seemed their combined efforts had done the trick. But later that day there was a flurry of stone-throwing and the clanging of every bell in the house.⁽⁵⁾

Harry Bull continued to appear to Mom, and things continued to be thrown at her. "Fire started in an empty room upstairs," but was put out. Another exorcism was performed, this time by a friend. Mom was thrown out of bed that night.

"By the autumn of 1935, the long-suffering Foysters had had enough,"explained Knight. "In October they moved out, sick and weary of the ordeal they had so long endured."

Price and his investigators moved into my mother's former home early in 1937. His lease expired in May of 1938. During that time, the phenomena continued and his books were started.

Knight described how "The end of Borley Rectory came in a spectacular way. As the [new owner] was arranging some books in the main hall, a lamp some distance away overturned, flooding the place with oil which soon ignited.. .by the time [the firemen] arrived, the rectory was gutted and the roof had caved in. Even as the house burned . . . a constable claimed he saw 'a lady and a gentleman in cloaks' standing near . . . "⁽⁶⁾

I wanted to believe my mother's accounts of the haunting. If she said she was tossed around and hit by a ghost, then it really happened. It was funny I should have felt this way, because after her death I wrote the book titled, Death: Then What? When I was done, I still wasn't convinced there was life after death. Now, I wanted to believe, if only to support my mother. In fact, it became very important for me to believe. I told my children I wanted to be hypnotized or hold a seance and find out for myself. "Maybe a Ouija board," I whispered under my breath.

In late September Nick sent me a package with a few excerpts from"Widow." He carefully prepared me for the worst, reciting over and over again, "I must warn you that the contents of this book are somewhat sensational and if true do not paint a very pleasant picture of the lady who you thought was your mother. Some of it may be veryunpleasant for you to read."

After all the warnings, I was prepared to read the grizzly details of a bloody murder. What I did find was not something I could be proud of - lies, adultery, bigamy, fraud, child abandonments, and more lies. On another day, I might have been disgusted, but as I looked over the pages, all I could think of was all the good she did for others after she left England. I could understand how frightened she was to die, because she lied to God as well as man. For weeks before receiving the excerpts I had been preparing myself to hear the story about a murderess who would never find God's forgiveness. Instead, I concluded that despite the many people she hurt so badly, she would some day find forgiveness from God for those sins. I could only hope the mortals she knew in England would also forgive her. She had two lives; one of schemes and deception in England, but also a second one of charity and love in America.

The "Widow" excerpts told the story of a lady who actually had several lives in England. Her first life was as Mary Anne Emily Rebecca Shaw, born in 1899. An older brother, Geoffrey, had been born two year searlier. The family was not aristocratic. Wood reported:

At the time of Marianne's birth [her father] was eking out a precarious existence as a private tutor of shorthand and bookkeeping, and his family lived in near poverty . . .

William Shaw must have been a frustrated man, who had aspired to, but failed to achieve, better things. Perhaps his aspirations were transferred to his daughter . . .

The poor material circumstances of her childhood provided the catalyst for many later fantasies, including the wonderful tale that she was the daughter of the Countess von Kiergraff - late of Schleswig-Holstein - and the equally exotic Santiago Monk, an Englishman in the Chilean diplomatic service. ⁽⁷⁾

Wood explained the overall theme of Mom's life: "...her problem was not that she made up stories when she was a child, but that she went on doing it when she was an adult." He expanded that to say, ". . . Marianne's tendency to fantasize and lie was reinforced by the pathetic dishonesty of her parents as they tried to cling to the outward appearances of gentility."

Mom's second life in England was as the wife to Harold Greenwood at age 16. She bore her first child April 19, 1915. He was named Ian Geoffrey William. The husband abandoned wife and son six weeks later and was never heard from. The couple never divorced, according to Wood.

Marianne's mother took over caring for Ian, who adopted the name Shaw as his own. Wood wrote that Ian "was later a source of much information about his mother's life, having no scruples about exposing her wilder and more eccentric activities . . . "

"According to the son's account," Wood continued, "Marianne worked in munitions factories during the First World War while he remained in his grandparents care." What a shock - I finally realized that my mother was actually old enough to witness The Great War! That was amazing! When I would ask her a question for school about Abraham Lincoln or the American Revolution, she would joke, "I never met the man. How old do you think I am, anyway?" Not old enough to have participated in WWI, that's for sure!

"She embarked on a long series of affairs with a wide variety of men," Wood reported. "When she returned [home] she continued to behave in the same way, becoming in [Ian's] words, 'the talk of the town.' She also reverted to her maiden name. . . " As I was reading,I wondered how much of this was true, and how much came from the tongue of a disgruntled son.

Mom's third life began in 1922 when she married the vicar who had baptized her as a child. There was a 21-year age difference between Reverend Foyster and my mother when they married August 22, 1922. Foyster had been born in 1878. Some years later, Mom married a man 21 years younger than herself - Robert O'Neil.

Wood wrote that Mom described herself as "a spinster of no occupation"on the marriage certificate. She married Foyster in Salmonhurst, New Brunswick, Canada. Wood asked, "Why did Foyster propose marriage to this extraordinary woman, and how much did he know about her life in Ireland?" Life in Ireland? I had never heard that my Mom ever lived in Ireland.

Wood continued, "It is strange also that she never appears to have found a creative outlet for her undoubted talents . . . relegating her acting abilities to cheap frauds and absurd indoor pursuits like the Borley ghosts." While I wanted to believe, it all sounded too weird to be true. Was any of it real, or were these ghost stories more fabrications like the ones I grew up with?

The excerpts indicated Mom and Foyster apparently adopted two children; Adelaide and an unnamed boy.

I read on as Mom's fourth life began February 23, 1935 when she married Henry Francis Fisher. Again, she described herself as a "spinster of no occupation." Again, there was no divorce from the previous husband. In fact, Foyster became deeply involved in Marianne's deceits by posing as her father! Wood explained how Marianne and Lionel were audacious enough to even have the new, unsuspecting husband come live at Borley Rectory! This was accomplished, in part, by Marianne listing her "father"as "Leon Alphonse Voyster."

Wood wrote, "The marriage took place before a priest in a Roman Catholic church, which suggests that Marianne's Roman Catholicism was not of the order of conventional religious faith. She was, in short, quite ready to perjure herself not only in the eyes of the law, but also in the eyes of the church; and, a committed Catholic might say, in the very eyes of God . . . Of the many deceptions and impostures practiced by this dangerous couple, the Fisher marriage is the worst, because it went on for so long."⁽⁸⁾

For whatever reason, Mom adopted several children over the years, accordingto Wood. "Marianne obtained children from adoption societies with frightening ease," he reported.

Mom adopted two children for the Fisher marriage; a boy in 1935, and a girl in 1937. The Fishers moved out of Borley and settled in Ipswich in July of 1935. In October, Reverend Foyster retired and came to live with the Fishers. They all moved to a new house, where Foyster wrote Fifteen Months in a Haunted House.

Life number five for my mother started about ten years later. The Fisher marriage was not a good one, and things were beginning to get a little complicated. Toward the end of WW II, an American serviceman by the name of Robert O'Neil rode by her home on his way to work at a nearby airbase. If she could get to America, she could leave all the confusion and deceit behind. As Wood figured it, "Marianne now entered the most hectic and dangerous period of her life. Her first priority was to marry O'Neil as quickly as possible."

Few details of the ensuing romance were available, but the couple married August 11, 1945. Their marriage certificate contained the usual untruths for Mom, but Dad also put down that he was aged 29 when he was only 25. I had never noticed that "error" on their certificate until I read the Wood excerpts.

Mom and Dad also lied about their house number. There was no "229"on Ranelagh Road. Dad showed up to the wedding as a civilian, and Mom "appeared to be pregnant." He put down his occupation as "engineers' erector,"which I had wondered about in passing, but which Wood points out was still another fabrication. Until I sat down with Wood's pages, I had let many minor discrepancies pass. After that, everything became suspect.

Mom was ready to do anything to get to the United States, Wood told his readers. Part of that plot was to evade Fisher and his family - who came looking for her - to lose the children, and to find me. Wood wrote:

She now turned to the problem of finding a baby, correctly deducing that the US authorities would be sympathetic to a woman who had a baby that a GI admitted was his. Help arrived in the form of a woman who really had become pregnant by an American serviceman and whose husband had told her that their marriage could only continue if she disposed of the child. The requirements of this lady and Marianne coincided neatly, and they came to an arrangement; not long after the baby was born in Ipswich on 9 October 1945 Marianne took him as her own and named him Robert Vincent O'Neil. His birth was never registered in the UK either by Marianne or by his natural mother. ⁽⁹⁾

Foyster had died a few months before, and Mom received just under 900 English Pounds as part of his estate. She then headed to a transit campfor war brides called Tidworth, located in Hampshire. "Once she was in the transit camp, and processed by the military authorities, she was relatively safe," according to Wood. "...the GI brides had few further dealings with the British civil authorities . . . She was therefore almost untraceable, and thus eluded the search by the Suffolk police."The police had been invited into the chase by the Fishers. I was baptized by a Catholic priest July 11, 1946 just before we left for America on August 9.

1. Bradbury, Will, editor. Into The Unknown.Pleasantville, N.Y.: The Reader's Digest Association, Inc., 1981. pp. 178-179.

2. Fodor, Nandor. Between Two Worlds. WestNyack, N.Y.: Parker Publishing Company, Inc., 1964. p. 206.

3. Ibid, pp. 206-207.

4. Knight, David C. Best True GHOST STORIES ofthe 20th Century. New York: Simon & Schuster, 1984. pp. 109-110.

5. Ibid, pp. 110-111.

6. Ibid, p. 113.

7. Wood, Robert. The Widow of Borley. London:Gerald Duckworth & Co. Inc., 1992. pp. 58-59.

8. Ibid, p. 125.

9. Ibid, p. 151.