"...we should pass over all biographies of 'the good and the great,' while we search carefully the slight records of wretches who died in prison, in Bedlam, or upon the gallows."
~Edgar Allan Poe

Friday, April 18, 2025

Weekend Link Dump

 

"The Witches' Cove," Follower of Jan Mandijn

Welcome to the latest Link Dump!

Our host for this week stole a pig, and away did run!



Reptiles are smarter than you might think.

The many lives of Anne Frank.

Scientists may have found Noah's Ark.  Or maybe not.  We shall see.

Solving the mystery of a missing mountain climber.

The Easter Bunny's controversial history.

1891 sea combat in the Pacific.

Science has found a way for humans to talk to dolphins.  Poor dolphins.

What it was like to be a medieval court jester.

A shocking autopsy.

The global deluge of circa 4000 B.C.

A look at the Revolutionary War from the British perspective.

A too-realistic Santo Cristo.

A Derbyshire ghost riot.

A mysterious "portal" on Mars.

The color purple doesn't really exist, which just shows you can't trust anything anymore.

Three Ice Age fireplaces.

One of ancient history's greatest military commanders.

An ancient "mystery town" in Egypt.

The gruesome (and difficult) business of collecting the bodies of victims of the Titanic.

The wild life of photographer Peter Beard.

When people moved to Florida for the buried pirate treasure.

A police station's cat mascot.

A look at "phantom trains."

It's not all that easy to become a fossil.  Assuming that's your life's dream, of course.

You know, if my boyfriend was about to be executed for murdering his mother, I'd figure I had quite a lucky escape.  But I guess that's just me.

The complicated story behind a lawyer's disappearance.

The musician's resurrected brain.  This is one of the creepier stories I've read in quite some time.  Thanks, Science!

We may now know how King Tut died.

A warehouse laborer for the East India Company.

That's all for this week!  See you on Monday, when we'll go on a buried treasure hunt with a poltergeist.  In the meantime, here's an English dance tune.


Wednesday, April 16, 2025

Newspaper Clipping of the Day

Via Newspapers.com



This tale of a trouble-making bridge in New Jersey appeared in the “Pittsburgh Commercial,” February 3, 1874:

The local reporter of the Bedford Inquirer, with the fate of Ananias staring him in his mind's eye, puts in print the following story of a haunted bridge: 

And now we stumble upon a mystery in Harrison township. About six miles west of this place is a bridge known as Kinton's bridge, which spans the Juniata, and is a spot of no mean significance in the history of the township. By many of the citizens, for many years, this bridge has been dreaded and there are those who, rather than cross it, would wade the sparkling stream at a temperature of 20 deg.; not that the superstructure is faulty, nor that there is any petty jealousy because Smith or Jones built the bridge, but because it is believed that the devil or some other body or thing who has not the interests and happiness of the citizens at heart, wields a terrible, evil, magic influence over it. Many wonderful, and if they did not come from men of unquestionable veracity, we would say slightly incredible stories are told concerning what has happened in this famous bridge, but as we have not the space to recount them all, we will give the latest sensation. One afternoon, some time since, a farmer started with a load of corn to Mann's Choice, and on his way had to pass through the bridge.

He was a man not given to fear nor to the belief in spooks, ghosts and hobgoblins. He arrived at the town in safety, unloaded his corn and started for home. Just as the sun was disappearing in the western horizon, his wagon, drawn by two powerful horses, entered the bridge, when all of a sudden they came to a halt--whack went the whip about the legs of the fiery steeds, who strained every nerve to go forward, but it was a dead stall. The driver dismounted and examined the wagon, found that it had not caught against anything, and proceeded to lead his team, but to his great astonishment the wagon would not move. He unhitched the horses, led them out of the bridge and tied them to a fence.

He then returned with the intention of backing the wagon out, but he found that the wheels were firmly set, tree tongue was immovable, and the light bed which he had handled many a time without assistance, was so solidly fixed that he could not move even the one corner. Night came on and with it anathemas loud and deep, he declared he could not go home without his wagon, to be laughed at by his neighbors. The services of a man and boy, who lived near the bridge, were brought into requisition. They had a lantern. The trio did all in their power to loose the wagon, but it remained as stationary as though it were a part of the bridge.

Finally they gave up in despair. The farmer had already mounted his horse preparatory to starting for home when the chains attached to the tongue rattled. He went back--the magic spell was broken, and the wagon followed in the wake of the horses as though nothing had occurred. The affair created a wonderful sensation in the neighborhood, and to this day is a dark mystery. 

So late as one night last week two young men in a buggy, drawn by a powerfully built family horse, approached the bridge, and when about two-thirds through, their progress was suddenly and mysteriously stopped.

The horse put forth his best licks, but the buggy remained firm. The gentlemen alighted and discovered that their vehicle had grown fast to the bridge and would not give anywhere. After half an hour's pulling and tugging, they concluded to unhitch and go home. When the horse was about half unhitched the buggy became loose, and they went on their way rejoicing. We do not pretend to give any reasons for these mysteries, but we are willing to swear that we get our information from as reliable men as Bedford county can produce, and that they are candid in their convictions.

Monday, April 14, 2025

A Sea Lion Named Alice

"You see," resumed Laura, "I really have some grounds for supposing that my next incarnation will be in a lower organism. I shall be an animal of some kind. On the other hand, I haven't been a bad sort in my way, so I think I may count on being a nice animal, something elegant and lively, with a love of fun.”

~Saki, “Laura”


In life, Alice Parsons was an estimable, if ordinary woman, the last person one would think of as potential Strange Company material.  After she died, however, her life took a marvelous turn for The Weird.


Alice and her husband of many years, Lee, were both from Mississippi, but since 1917, they lived in California and the Pacific Northwest, where Lee worked as a salesman and saw sharpener.  Although they had no biological children, they raised their orphaned great-niece and nephew, Selma and Lee Darnell, whom they loved as their own.


In September of 1965, Alice died at their home in Santa Cruz, and Lee arranged to send her body to her home town of Terry, Mississippi, for burial.  At the same time, the Boyd Science Museum in San Rafael, California, was awaiting the arrival of a sea lion that was also being shipped from Santa Cruz.  This was when Fate arranged that the young sea lion and the elderly housewife would be forever entwined.


During the shipping process, the bill of lading that was meant to accompany Alice’s corpse somehow wound up in the crate containing the sea lion.  When the animal arrived at the museum, the employees were both intrigued and extremely confused.  Who was Alice Parsons, and why was a sea lion named in her honor?  They shrugged and decided to roll with it.  From then on, the creature was known as “Alice.”  


In March 1966, the famed San Francisco newspaper columnist Herb Caen somehow learned of the sea lion with an unusual moniker, and he thought the quirky little tale worthy of mention.  His column reached the eye of Selma Darnell, who was working at Harrah’s Club in Reno.  The next day, she flew into San Rafael to meet her relative’s namesake.  After spending the day gazing at the sea lion in the little enclosed pool and feeding Alice chunks of fish, Selma came to a momentous conclusion.  That mixup of shipping tags was, she now felt, no accident.  Somehow, her late aunt “had something to do with the switching,” because Alice’s soul now resided in this sea lion.  The only thing that puzzled Selma was that in life, Aunt Alice couldn’t swim.  Selma soon returned, this time with the sea lion’s widower.  Lee accepted the news that his wife of 55 years was now an aquatic mammal with an equanimity and broad-mindedness that did him credit.  “I consider it a compliment,” he said.


Selma was even more pleased with the unexpected reunion.  “We think it is beautiful,” she sighed.  She and her uncle vowed that they would often come back to visit their transmigrated loved one.


"San Rafael Independent Journal," April 14, 1966, via Newspapers.com



Alice became a justly well-known and popular member of the museum.  In November 1966, she made headlines by jumping her fence one night in order to do some sightseeing around San Rafael, until the lure of fish enabled rescuers to recapture her.  (She did the same escape act the following April, causing the museum to put in a higher fence around the pool.)  


Alice Parsons passed away--again--on July 14, 1969.  Where her soul went next, I unfortunately cannot say.

Friday, April 11, 2025

Weekend Link Dump

 

"The Witches' Cove," Follower of Jan Mandijn


Welcome to this week's Link Dump!

We'll even get poetic.



Some home decor from the Tudor era.

Leigh Hunt, the critic that royalty just couldn't shut up.

This week in Russian Weird:  An alien revenge massacre in Siberia?  And the CIA figures in all this.  Because of course they do.

Related: An astronomer struggles with the UFO mystery.

A "layer-out" of the dead.

Princetonians saved "The Great Gatsby," although I for one wish they hadn't.  I had to read it in college (and write a paper about it!) and I absolutely hated the damn thing.  If you've never read it, don't, unless you enjoy pretentious writing about boring and extremely unpleasant people making each other's lives miserable.

Eerie digital scans of the Titanic.

A new clue about the history of metallurgy.

A mysterious death in Pennsylvania.

Remembering the 160th anniversary of the end of the Civil War.

The memorials that tell the history of an English manor.

B.F. Skinner and babies in boxes.

The complicated history of Bergen-Belsen.

The Scottish village that's a UFO hotspot.

In which Mary II writes to William III.

The English city that has a strange underground world.

Creating a Martian time machine.

The life of an 18th century soldier.

The wild world of 19th century journalism.

An ex-monk turned princely con man.

Meanwhile, scientists want to digitally recreate worm brains, thus proving that it takes all sorts to make the world.

Ghosts and the "Stone Tape Theory."

A wife murders her husband...in the middle of a courtroom.

The Battle of Azaz, 1125.

A visit to Stepney, 1963.

A first-person account from a Titanic survivor.

Why we can't get away from unicorns.

The mudlarks of the Thames.

Where we get the phrase, "Hell in a handbasket."

The mystery of "Japan's Atlantis."

That's it for this week!  See you on Monday, when we'll look at one very special sea lion.  In the meantime, here's...uh, this.


Wednesday, April 9, 2025

Newspaper Clipping of the Day

Via Newspapers.com



This curious little story--unique in Fortean circles as far as I know--appeared in the “Cleveland Leader,” April 7, 1875:


The Schenectady Union of March 30th tells this extraordinary story:


A few days ago a phenomenon of a very singular nature occurred at the residence of a Mr. Veeder at No. 37 Albany street. Mrs. Veeder at the time was engaged at her household duties, and all of a sudden she was astonished and confounded, according to her statement, by what seemed to be a flash of light that filled the room for a moment with a brilliant illumination. She was so overcome by the strange occurrence that she screamed at first, but the light having disappeared, she regained her composure, and to her still greater astonishment, happening to cast her eyes toward the ceiling of the kitchen where she was at the time she saw the mark of a child’s foot on the wall overhead. She stood a moment contemplating the object on the ceiling when she saw another mark precisely like the first begin to develop itself on the ceiling, which soon appeared in full, being the print of a child’s foot corresponding exactly to the other one. 


She became alarmed and rushed from the room. Proceeding to a neighbor’s, she called in another woman, and both watched the curious affair. Soon other footprints developed themselves on the wall when another lady was called in, but the footprints continued to multiply. 


This curious development went on until the ceiling of the kitchen was almost covered with these tracks crossing the wall in different lines of direction, and soon after similar marks were seen in quite a number on the ceiling of an adjoining bedroom. The marks in both rooms were all of a child’s foot and were all of the same size and precisely alike in all respects. The ceiling, like all others at this time of the year, is more or less colored and the marks on the wall look like white spots of the foot shape. The marks are still on the wall although some of them have been rubbed off.

Monday, April 7, 2025

The Poltergeist of Ringcroft




The following are the most relevant extracts from a pamphlet published by the Reverend Alexander Telfair in 1695:  "A true relation of an apparition expressions and actings of a spirit which infected the house of Andrew Mackie in Ring-Croft of Stocking, in the paroch of Kerrick, in the stewartry of Kirkcudbright, in Scotland."  It is a fascinating account of what we today would call one particularly destructive poltergeist.


Telfair prefaced his narrative by expressing his reluctance to appear "in print, to the view of the world."  However, his modesty was overcome by "the conviction and confutation of that prevailing spirit of atheism and infidelity in our time, denying, both in opinion and practice, the existence of spirits, and consequently a heaven and a hell; and imputing the voices, apparitions, and actings of good or evil spirits, to the melancholic disturbance or distemper of the brains and fancies of those who pretend to hear, see, or feel them."


In other words, Rev. Telfair was anticipating our modern world's insistence that alleged paranormal activities are "all in your head," and blowing a big raspberry.


After providing a long list of local worthies who were ready and eager to attest to the truth of his story, Telfair begins:


Whereas many are desirous to know the truth of the matter as to the evil spirit and its actings, that troubleth the family of Andrew Mackie in Ringcroft of Stocking, and are liable to be misinformed, as  I do find by the reports that come to my own ears of that matter, Therefore that satisfaction may be given, and such mistakes may be cured or prevented: I, the minister of the said Parish (who was present several times, and was witness to many of its actings, and have heard an account of the whole of its methods and actings from the persons present, towards whom, and before whom it did act) have given the ensuing, and short account of the whole matter, which l can attest to be the very truth as to that affair.


In the month of February, 1695, the said Andrew Mackie had some young beasts, which in the night-time were still loosed, and their bindings broken; he taking it to be the unruliness of the beasts, did make stronger and stronger bindings of withes and other things; but still all were broken. At last he suspected it to be some other thing, whereupon he removed them out of that place; and the first night thereafter, one of them was bound with a hair-tedder to the back of the house, so strait that the feet of the beast only touched the ground, but could not move no way else, yet it sustained no hurt. Another night, when the family were all sleeping, there was the full of an back-creel of peats set together in midst of the house-floor, and fire put in them; the smoke wakened the family, otherwise the house had been burnt; yet nothing all the while was either seen or heard. 


Upon the 7th of March there were stones thrown in the house, in all the places of it, but it could not be discovered from whence they came, what, or who threw them: after this manner it continued till the Sabbath, now and then throwing, both in the night and the day, but was busiest throwing in the night time.


Upon the Sabbath, being the 11th of March, the crook and potclips [implements for cooking pots]were taken away, and were a wanting four days, and were found at last on a loft where they had been sought several times before. This is attested by Charles Macklelane of Colline, and John Cairns in Hardhills. It was observed that the Stones which hit any person, had not half their natural weight, and the throwing was more frequent on the Sabbath, than at other times: and especially in time of prayer, above all other times, it was busiest, then throwing most at the person praying. The said Andrew Mackie told the matter to me upon Sabbath after sermon; upon the Tuesday thereafter I went to the house, did stay a considerable time with them, and prayed twice, and there was no trouble: then I came out with a resolution to leave the house, and as I was standing speaking to some men at the barn-end, I saw two little stones drop down on the croft at a little distance from me; and immediately some came crying out of the house, that it was become as ill as ever within, whereupon I went into the house again, and as I was at prayer, it threw several stones at me, but they did no hurt, being very small: and after there was no more trouble till the 18th day of March, and then it began as before, and threw more frequently greater stones, whose strokes were surer where they hit: and thus it continued to the 21st.


Then I went to the home and stayed a great part of the night, but was greatly troubled; stones, and several other things were thrown at me.  I was struck several times on the sides and shoulders, very sharply, with a great staff, so that those who were present heard the noise of the strokes: that night it threw off the bedside, and rapped upon the chests and boards as one calling for access.  This is attested by Charles Macklelane of Colline, William Mackminn, and John Tait in Torr.  That night, as I was once at prayer, leaning on a bed-side, I felt something pressing up my arm, and casting my eyes thither, perceived a little white hand and arm from the elbow down, but presently it vanished: it is to be observed, that notwithstanding all that was felt and heard, from the first to the last of this matter, there was never any thing seen, except that hand I saw, and a friend of the said Andrew Mackie's said he saw as it were a young man, redfaced, with yellow hair, looking in at the window; and other two or three persons, with the said Andrew his children, saw, at several times, as it were a young boy, about the age of 14 years, with gray cloths, and a bonnet on his head, but presently disappeared; as also what the three children saw sitting by the fireside. 


April. 3. It whistled several times, and cried wisht, wisht, this is attested by Andrew Tait. Upon the 4th of April, Charles Macklelane of Colline land-lord, with the said Andrew Mackie, went to a certain number of ministers met at Buttle, and gave them an account of the matter; whereupon these ministers made public prayers for the family, and two of their number, viz. Mr Andrew Howart, minister of Kells, and Mr John Murdo, minister of Corsmichael, came to the house and spent that night in fasting and praying : but it was very cruel against them, especially by throwing great stones, some of them about half an stone weight. It wounded Mr Andrew Ewart twice in the head, to the effusion of his blood, it pulled off his wig in time of prayer, and when he was holding out his napkin betwixt his hands, it cast a stone in the napkin, and therewith threw it from him: It gave Mr John Murdo several sore strokes; yet the wounds and bruises received did soon cure. 


There were none in the house that night escaped from some of its fury and cruelty: That night it threw a fiery peat among the people; but did no hurt, it only disturbed them in time of prayer: and also in the dawning, as they rose from prayer, the stones poured down on all who were in the house to their hurt: this is attested by Mr Andrew Mewart, Mr John Murdo, Charles Macklelane, and John Tait. 


Upon the 5th of April: It set some thatch straw in fire which was in the barnyard:  At night the house being very throng with neighbours, the stones were still thrown down among them : as the said Andrew Mackie his wife went to bring in some peats for the fire, when she came to the door she found a broad stone to shake under her foot, which she never knew to be loose before: she resolved with her self to see what was beneath it in the morning thereafter. Upon the 6th of April, when the house was quiet, she went to the stone, and there found seven small bones, with blood, and some flesh, all closed in a piece of old suddled [soiled] paper; the blood was fresh and bright, the sight whereof troubled her, and being afraid, laid all down again; and ran to Colline his house, being an quarter of a mile distant: but in that time it was worse than ever it was before; by throwing stones and fire balls, in and about the house, but the fire as it lighted did evanish: in that time it threw an hot stone into the bed betwixt the children, which burnt through the bed cloaths.


Upon the 9th of April, the bones were sent to the ministers, who were all occasionally met at Kirkcudbright, they appointed five of their number, viz. Mr John Murdo, Mr James Monteith, Mr John Mackmillan, Mr Samuel Spalding, and Mr William Falconer, with me, to go to the House, and spend so much time in fasting and praying as we were able.


Upon the 10th of April we went to the house, and no sooner did I begin to open my mouth, but it threw stones at me, and all within the house, but still worst at him who was at duty: it came often with such force upon the house that it made all the house to shake, it brake an hole through the timber and thatch of the house, and poured in great stones: it gripped, and handled the legs of some as with a man’s hand; it hoisted up the feet of others while standing on the ground, thus it did to William Lennox of Mill-house, myself, and others; in this manner it continued till ten o clock at night, but after that there was no more trouble. 

The 16th it continued whistling, groaning, whisling [whispering], and throwing stones in time of prayer; it cryed Bo, Bo, and Kick, Cuck, and shook men back and forward, and hoisted them up as if it would lift them off their knees. This is attested by Andrew Tait.

The 20th it continued throwing stones, whisling, and whisting with all its former words: when it hit any person, and said, Take you that till you get more, that person was sure immediately of another; but when it said, Take you that, the person got no more for a while. This is attested by John Tait.


The 21st, 22nd, 23rd, it continued casting stones, beating with staves and throwing peat-mud in the faces of all in the house, especially in time of prayer, with all its former tricks. The 24th being a day of humiliation appointed to be kept in the parish for that cause; all that day, from morning to night, it continued in a most fearful manner without intermission, throwing stones with such cruelty and force, all in the house feared lest they should be killed.


The 26th, it threw stones in the evening, and knocked on a chest several times as one to have access; and began to speak, and call those who were sitting in the house witches, and rakes, and said it would take them to hell.


Upon the 27th it set the house seven times in fire. The 28th, being the Sabbath, from sun rising to sun setting, it still set the house in fire; as it was quenched in one part, instantly it was fired in another: and in the evening, when it could not get its designs fulfilled in burning the house, it pulled down the end of the house, all the stone work thereof, so that they could not abide in it any longer, but went and kindled their fire in the stable.


Upon Tuesday's night, being the 3rd of April, Charles Macklelane of Colline, with several neighbours, were in the barn; as he was at prayer he observed a black thing in the corner of the barn, and it did increase, as if it would fill the whole house; he could not discern it to have any form, but as if it had been a black cloud, it was affrighting to them all; and then it threw bear chaff and other mud upon their faces, and after did grip several who were in the house by the middle of the body, by the arms and other parts of their bodies, so strait, that some said, for five days thereafter they thought they felt these grips: after an hour or two of the night was thus past there was no more trouble. This is attested by Charles Macklelane, Thomas Mackminn, Andrew Paline, John Cairns and John Tait. 


Upon Wednesday's night, being the 1st of May, it fired a little sheephouse; the sheep were got out safe, but the sheep house was wholly burnt. Since there hath not been any trouble about the house by night or by day. Now all things aforesaid being of undoubted verity, therefore I conclude with that of the Apostle, 1 Pet. v. 8, 9, "Be sober, be vigilant, because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about seeking whom he may devour: Whom resist, steadfast in the faith.”

Telfair could offer only one possible explanation for why the Mackie household was so bedeviled:


"Whereas one Macknaught, who sometimes before possessed that house, did not thrive in his own person or goods. It seems he had sent his son to a witch-wife, who lived then at the Routing-bridge, in the parish of Iron-gray, to enquire what might be the cause of the decay of his person and goods. The youth, meeting with some foreign soldiers, went abroad to Flanders, and did not return with an answer. Some years after, there was one John Redick in this parish, who, having had occasion to go abroad, met with the said young Macknaught in Flanders, and they knowing other, Macknaught enquired after his father and other friends; and finding the said John Redick was to go home, desired him to go to his father, or who ever dwelt in the Ring-croft, and desire them to raise the door-threshold, and search till they found a tooth, and burn it, for none who dwelt in that house would thrive till that was done. The said John Redick coming home, and finding the old man Macknaught dead, and his wife out of that place, did never mention the matter, nor further mind it, till this trouble was in Andrew Mackie's family, then he spoke of it, and told the matter to myself. Betwixt Macknaught's death, and Andrew Mackie's possession of this house, there was one Thomas Telfair, who possessed it some years; what way he heard the report of what the witch-wife had said to Macknaught's son, I cannot tell; but he searched the door-threshold, and found something like a tooth; did compare it with the tooth of man, horse, nolt [cattle], and sheep, (as he said to me), but could not say which it did resemble, only it did resemble a tooth. He did cast it in the fire, where it burnt like a candle, or so much tallow; yet he never knew any trouble about that house by night or by day, before or after, during his possession."


Friday, April 4, 2025

Weekend Link Dump

 

"The Witches' Cove," Follower of Jan Mandijn

Welcome to this week's Link Dump, where one of the Strange Company staffers shares our HQ's usual motto.



A "lost" manuscript about King Arthur has been discovered.

A cow that loved sausages not wisely but too well.

The London that never was.

The theory that our names can shape our appearance.

Meet what might be the weirdest animal in the world.

The Zambia rock revolution.

A brief look at life from 100 years ago.

A look at the Great Siege of Malta.

A brief history of Parisian telephones.

From hearse to chicken brooder.

Some really peculiar (and rather creepy) fossilized structures.

The archives of an antiquarian bookseller.

An Easter Sunday familicide.

A walk along the Black Path.

Some new light on the Trojan War.

A weird Martian rock.

Four tragic teenagers.

Henry James in America.

A goat gland wizard.

What's a fable?  What's a folktale?  What's a myth?  Answer:  It's complicated.

The burial of a Mesolithic baby.

Revisiting "Brideshead Revisted."

Pennsylvania's apple-loving Bigfoot.

How Alexander the Great influenced Napoleon.

A haunted English pub.

The history of the word "beclown."

The court records of a "free woman of color."

Earth's magnetic field is getting weird.

The unusual clock of Corn Street.

A brief history of death masks.

The life of one of Gainsborough's sitters.

The mysterious death of Mary Tobin.

When grandpa goes on a killing spree.

That's all for this week!  See you on Monday, when we'll meet a Scottish poltergeist.  In the meantime, here's Linda & Co.  There was a time when this song was something of a personal anthem of mine.

Wednesday, April 2, 2025

Newspaper Clipping of the Day

Via Newspapers.com



Introduce me to a ghostly hamster who looks out for her favorite sports team, and you have pretty much made my day.  The “Reading Evening Post,” May 3, 1996:

Forget Uri Geller, Reading Football Club were saved from relegation by a dead hamster buried in the goal mouth. 

Royals fan Vicky Lowe is convinced the spirit of her heroic pet played a part in Reading's 3-0 hammering of Wolverhampton Wanderers at Elm Park on Tuesday night. Vicky, 23, a barmaid at the Royals Rendezvous, was left heartbroken last month when her three-and-a-half-year-old hamster, Miss Effie, died. To add to her grief, Vicky had nowhere to lay her pet to rest--until Reading groundsman Gordon Neate heard of her plight. 

Vicky said: "I haven't really got a back garden, it's more like a yard, so I couldn't bury Miss Effie there.

"I then thought of Prospect Park, but although it is very beautiful it didn't really seem fitting. 

"Gordon then offered to bury her in the goalmouth at Elm Park which was perfect. It was a wonderful gesture and it really means something to know she is buried on the pitch. 

"Unfortunately, I couldn't attend the burial but Gordon said that as he laid her to rest. at noon, the church bells started ringing and the sun came out."


 

And Vicky added that the spirit of Miss Effie lives on.

"I believe her ghost distracted the opposition and helped Reading stay in the First Division."

Groundsman Gordon, a former full-back for the Royals in the 1950s and 1960s, said he was only too happy to save the day after hearing of Vicky's plight. 

He explained: "Vicky was telling me she had nowhere to bury her hamster and certainly didn't want to throw her in the dustbin.

"I thought it would be nice to rest in the goalmouth which Vicky was more than happy with. We put her in the goal in at the Tilehurst Road end." 

Miss Effie is not alone at Elm Park. The ashes of several supporters and an ex-chairman have been buried at Elm Park.

Although the club is expected to be at Elm Park for only another year, Gordon is still receiving requests to bury ashes on the pitch.

He said: "We do stress to relatives that we probably won't be here much longer but as it may be someone's last request we still do it."