Dear Mr. Lee;

. . . .My grandfather was a vicar in Rusland Valley, Lake District, and that's all I know about him. My father Capt. W.H. Gregson bought Borley rectory as a real estate venture around 1937 at which time it was classified by a prominent spiritualist, Harry Price, as the most haunted house in England. When this didn't pan out he torched it for the insurance.

. . . .My brother and I joined the army and served faithfully but without distinction in Africa and Europe respectively, although I must say I got considerably closer to the Hun than my dear brother, having parachuted into Southern France and Greece with the 2nd Brigade, while he seems to have spent the entire war in Uganda. . . His chief accomplishment being to master Swahili.

In 1967, (sic) I stowed away on the Mauritania to New York and made my way to Yellowknife, North West Territories and became a gold miner. . . . I decided, either due to a sense of youthful exburance or more likely greed to steal a gold shipment from Discovery mine, 50 miles north of Yellowknife. I exchanged two lead bricks I had made for two gold bricks. [He wandered for three years, spending $50,000 by shaving bits off the bars. He was apprehended in Australia, sent back to Yellowknife, and spent two and a half years in jail.]

Yours truly
Anthony H. Gregson

c. 25 Jan 2011, Vincent O'Neil