Great Uncle Bimbo’s Ghost Stories #4

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As we already know from his Great Uncle Bimbo Remembers column our Uncle Bimbo has a great memory of past events. However, what you may not know is he also has other gifts. One of those gifts is making up stories to help young bears get to sleep at night. Bimbo likes to make up ghost stories to frighten everyone into sleep. After one of Bimbo’s stories there is not a bear at Jammy Toast who dares to get out of bed to ask for a drink of water. However, because Bimbo is getting on a little he does sometimes get confused and mixes up true stories he has heard over the years with the stories he has made up. So there is always a little bit of confusion as to if Bimbo’s stories are true… or maybe, just maybe there is some truth in the story he is telling!

Gerald was fed up with life. He couldn’t get a job since he had left school and even his parents had long dismissed him as a no-hoper. He had left school with no CSEs and no ambitions to go into further education. One day at teatime in 1975, 19-year-old Gerald hopped off the 58 bus near Scottie Road and went to a place where he was always welcome and no one ever said anything disparaging about him – the home of his Nan.

“Ah, it’s Dodo the Kid from Outer Space!” his Nan joked; her way of greeting her long-haired grandson.

“Hiya Nan,” Gerald said, and stepped into the little hallway of the small, cosy terraced house.

“I’ve only got fish fingers with Smash and peas, lad,” Nan told him as she went into the kitchen, leaving Gerald to close the front door behind him. “Unless you want to go to the chippy?”

“Nah, fish fingers are fine Nan,” Gerald – or Gerry as his grandmother called him – strolled into the snug living room to sit at the dining table where he picked up a copy of the Liverpool Echo. As he browsed the newspaper, he thought of Kate, the angelic girl who worked in the newsagents on Dale Street – the girl of his dreams. He wanted to ask her out, but she sounded as if she was a world apart from him with her nice clothes and lovely accent.

Nan came into the living room and asked her grandson how he was. “They won’t let me into university, Nan. The people at the Careers Office in Crosshall Street said I need to go to college first.”

“Adversity is better than university,” Nan answered, putting her mug of tea on the metal ledge of the gas fire. “All the great men taught themselves.”

“Me mam said ‘better unborn than untaught’ though,” Gerry recalled.

His Nan gave a mock laugh and said, “Your mam never even passed her eleven-plus. Experience is the mother of wisdom, lad, but it’s only given to a man when his hair’s gone.”

Gerry vainly ran his fingers through his long black hair, “I’ll stay thick then,” he whispered, then told Nan about Kate, and how he felt below her. “Before God and the bus conductor we’re all equal,” Nan told him, but Gerry returned a puzzled look.

He decided to stay over at his Nan’s house, and they talked till all hours until the telly closed down at half-past midnight.

Gerry woke himself up at 1am as he murmured Kate’s name. He then fell asleep again, but woke at 3am. The bedroom door opened slowly. A woman bathed in a bluish light stood there on the landing. “Kate loves you,” she said faintly, then smiled as she faded away, with a voice echoing: “Go to her.”

Gerry got up, closed the door, turned the light on and went to tell his Nan about the ghost. “Ooh, isn’t that strange?” she said, sitting up in bed in her curlers, and she suggested that he should go and see Kate in the morning and tell her how he felt.

Gerry did this, and Kate went bright red. It transpired she’d had her eye on Gerry too.

Gerry proudly took the girl to his Nan, and Kate was amazed, because her grandmother – who she’d been named after – had lived in the very same house that Gerry’s Nan now lived in. She had never met her Nan though – she had been killed in the Blitz in 1941, but Kate’s mum often showed her the house.

So the big question to be answered is… was that Kate’s grandmother who had appeared to Gerry acting as match-maker?

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Great Uncle Bimbo

I was given to Davidd, The Bearkeeper on the 24th October 1960 in St Catherine’s Hospital when I was presented to him as a “birth” day present. I came home with him and have been with him ever since. We grew up together and, unlike many other people, he has never decided he was too old to have a teddy bear. I am the oldest bear here at Jammy Toast.


32 Comments on “Great Uncle Bimbo’s Ghost Stories #4”

    1. Fuck off Birko Gull. Don’t bother returning I saw one of your friends splattered today down Argyle Street. Arrrrgh shame. Thank fuck one down only another 150 to go :cry:

  1. I am beginning to wonder if Jammy Toast might cause insomnia. The number of people who say they can’t sleep or haven’t slept… and then there’s Chimpton!!

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