William Windmill was my great aunt Amy's husband. On the day he died, his daughter Phyllis and my mother, her cousin Muriel, were only 3 years old. They heard footsteps upstairs and asked who was up there. There was no one there and it remained a mystery, but coincidental enough to be wondered about. Aunty Amy didn't marry again, but lived with daughter Phyllis, who never married, for the rest of her life. William was a much loved and respected member of the family.. He died a fortnight before Auntie Amy's brother was killed, also at Ypres, it was a terrible blow for the family.

Jenny Ashmore