…My Aunt and Uncle went downstairs under my father and I, then lifted my Uncle…Braid is down under me, he was the surgeon and was a stickler for neatness and orderliness and cleanliness…I do know that much. Then the hospital got into it and we started twirling batons and throwing rocks and stepping on nails, drinking and almost [running into light poles] – running into Polish people, and all that started ensuing.
Kay over the blue boy, ram, King William, whatever…