Fifty Years a Medium – Chapter 6, 7/14 by Estelle Roberts

Mrs. Wilson sat wide-eyed with wonder. Her whirling mind tried to grasp the immensity of the revelation.
Mrs. Roberts turned to Mrs. Pugh. After a while she said:
‘Your little boy is a dear kiddie, with brown curly hair. He is standing just beside you now.’

Mrs. Pugh gave Mrs. Roberts a toy which had belonged to her child. But the medium was not satisfied. She asked: ‘He says he wants to have the other toy you have brought with you in your bag.’
Mrs. Pugh opened her handbag and produced a very small woolly doll. No one but herself could have known it was there.

Mrs. Roberts told Mrs. Pugh that her little boy was being cared for by a tall old lady called Emily. She described in detail this old lady. But the description conveyed nothing to Mrs. Pugh. Nothing – until Mrs. Roberts said that this lady was the mother of Mary, the little boy’s granny.

Then she remembered that again the medium had discovered a fact that she herself was hardly aware of, for she recalled that Emily was in fact the name of the little boy’s greatgrandmother.
As she was still sitting almost transfixed by this revelation Mrs. Roberts in the same conversational tone continued:

‘Yesterday you went up to your little boy’s grave and put some flowers there. He thanks you for them. There were also some chrysanthemums that were sent – but they are not on his grave.’

Mrs. Pugh admitted that she visited the child’s grave on the previous day with some flowers, but that she had left at home some chrysanthemums sent by her sister.

The séance ended. For a while the mothers were too overwhelmed to speak. But gradually their minds adjusted themselves to this amazing experience and when we parted they were happy. I say deliberately – they were happier than they have ever been since they were parted from their loved ones.