My dads much young half brother, uncle Douglas, from Yorkshire married a mill lass from Eshwinning near Durham, working in Yorkshire and lodging at my granny's house, after they got married the lived in a 2 up 2 down mill workers cottage and used to buy stuff on the never never. One evening my Aunty Emily (Wife of dads other brother) heard a knock at the door, it was Uncle Doug wanting to tap her for money but he got none, he had lost his job weeks earlier but had found another mill working nights near aunty Emily's house, anyway she gave him some food to take home after work for his wife and baby also packed sandwiches for his shift. Next we heard they had done a moonlight flit to Durham leaving their debts behind. As a kid I remember my dad bought one of them wind up gramophones with horn with a few 78 records from Doug as they had bought a modern one on H P before they moved North. After they moved, we had little to do with them except rare visits, Xmas cards etc, Doug died about 4 years ago, I went to his funeral at Durham Crematorium, someone on the podium talked about his love of music, he played the drums also other instruments, later I heard from his late wife's various different relatives talking while I was middling, heard repeated conversations - saying - "I never knew Uncle Doug was interested in music " also my dad didn't know either or I, but answered the question of that fog horn blower I used to look at aged 4 years old wondering who was shouting out of it.
