All right, I admit it, my family has it's closets full of skeletons like every body else and my aunt Kathleen, pictured here with her cousin Louis, is one of them. Kathleen was my mothers' older sister and until I was around six we, my parents and my sister, my grand mother and Kathleen, lived together in Leicester. In 1954 my grand mother died and my mum, sister, aunt and my self moved to London. My father was working away at the time. We did not find the streets of the capital "paved with gold" and so we all came back to Leicester. This is where it all gets a bit blurred. I don't remember Kathleen coming back with us but my cousin Annette, with whom we went to stay for a while when we got back, says   that she remembers Kathleen coming back to Leicester. In any event I honestly remember nothing more of my Aunt until a weird memory I have of when I was around fourteen, when my mum was summoned to London where her sister was very ill. Maybe I didn't ask but I don't remember my mum saying that much when she came back.. I have my own theories about what happened with Kathleen and it is these theories that I have issues around. I believe that Kathleen became some kind of homeless person, a bag lady but I really don't know. If she did and if she died homeless and unloved then that would be a tragedy but some thing that would at least give a sense of closure