My great grandfather died in Davyhulme Hospital 68 years ago, two days after his 86th birthday.
He had contracted pneumonia, and according to my uncle Ralph, ‘he turned his face to the wall’.
Ralph subsequently took his ashes up to Scotland on the back of his motor bike, and scattered them on the hillside near Rutherglen overlooking Glasgow where he had lived between the wars.
Lovely bloke with a remarkable story. RIP.
Lee Family History 