Suffer the Little Children

ALAMI, Ahmad Saded-Din

Doctors have always encouraged a peculiar combination of faith and trepidation inside us all, within medical circumstance we are expected to give ourselves and our loved ones over to them when at our most vulnerable. Doctors have power over both life and death, we quite literally leave our lives in their hands.

Allow me to take you back several decades and over three thousand miles, for our story begins in the Middle East, Jerusalem, 1940 .

Born in one of the oldest cities in the world, Ahmad Alami had a good start in life, for not only was he part of a highly respected family his father was the citys leading Islamic cleric, the ‘Mufti of Jerusalem’.

By the 1960s Alami was serving with the Jordanian Armed Forces, where as a member of the medical corps he most likely witnessed combat in Kuwait and Palestine. Perhaps the horrors he endured while serving were the precursor to the paranoid delusions he began to suffer.

After experiencing schizophrenic episodes and receiving electroconvulsive therapy treatment (ECT) in 1969 Alami was diagnosed as Paranoid Schizophrenic and was subsequently discharged from the army.

Determined to continue his medical career Alami then arrived in England, securing the position of doctor at the Moorfields Eye Hospital in London.

Just two months later he relocated to Blackpool Victoria Hospital, where he was employed as a senior houseman as he trained to become an eye specialist.

It was while working in Blackpool (in the February of 1972) the despicable doctor committed the most unimaginably egregious of crimes. Upon entering the children’s ward he approached three sleeping toddlers ( Deborah Ann Carson, 4, Martin Langhorn, 2, and Nicholas Stott, 2.),and mercilessly stabbed them to death as they lay helplessly in their beds.

A fourth child (2 year old Darren Qamar), a student nurse ( Christine Nuttall, 22) and staff nurse (Mrs. Dorothy Simpson, 49.) were also brutally attacked, yet thankfully survived their injuries.

Appearing in court, hand cuffed to a police officer, Alami entered no plea. As a paranoid schizophrenic he was judged unfit to stand trial. The judge sentenced him to be detained at Broadmoor high security hospital for an indefinite length of time,

The arrest of Dr Alami

Several years later he was deported back to The Middle East. Once home in Jordan Alami wrote 25 books on Palestinian history, he also expressed an interest in studying for a PhD in London, although every application made was turned down by the UK authorities.

I’ve been unable to establish whether Ahmad Alami is still alive (he would be eighty years old by now.) Hopefully he has gone to meet his maker to receive the wrath and retribution of final judgement.

She Who Walks Between The Stones

Many people have enquired about tours of Layton Cemetery, Blackpool, Lancashire, which unfortunately weren’t able to go ahead this year because of Covid restrictions.

So allow me to take you on a fleeting excursion around some of the stones, giving a brief insight into the stories we will elaborate upon once we can safely escort you ourselves.

A taster tour of Layton Cemetery

The Monsterous Misses Flaherty

A house once belonging to three sisters from Ireland, situated where Forest Gate meets North Park Drive, was renowned for being haunted. Crying children could be regularly heard, along with pained screams of ‘Mummy!’ On the upper floors & attic tiny footsteps scuttled around.

During the 1930s the sewage pipes were dug up for replacement and a putrid mass of decaying flesh and scorched bone was discovered along with tiny teeth and clumps of hair.

The Flaherty sisters were thought to have fled back to County Cork and were never seen again.

The original house was gutted by a terrible fire in the 1950s and had to be almost completely rebuilt.

The reconstructed house of horrors

1926 was Blackpool councils Jubilee year, it was also the year of the coal miners general strike. The strike was called by the TUC for one minute to midnight on 3 May. For the previous two days, some one million coal miners had been locked out of their mines after a dispute with the owners who wanted them to work longer hours for less money.

On that very day in 1926, Charles Kennedy, an upstanding young man, joined the Blackpool march supporting the Great Strike. Approaching Forrest Gate the procession thinned and Charles, along with his friend Christopher Herd, began knocking on doors in an attempt to rally support. But what they saw through the window of the house on North Park drive sickened them to their stomachs. Three women were beating a defenseless blond haired child, slapping & pinching her as she cried out in pain. The two brave men forced open the front door in a valiant attempt to save the child.

Ruth, Flora & Emmeline Flaherty were furious at the intrusion and threatened to send for the police themselves! They explained the girl was a disturbed child who required strict discipline, one of many children they had selflessly taken in because their parents were unable to cope with their wayward behavior.

Seemingly unwanted urchins

The pals became anxious they might have overreacted and prepared to leave when they heard distressing moans from the rear of the property. Pushing past the sisters Kennedy was appalled to discover about a dozen youngsters in various states of undress, some seemingly unconscious, tied up and covered in dried blood from what appeared to be cuts and slashes all over their bodies.

The men fled the dwelling in search of a constable (there were plenty around due to the march).

A police search of the property revealed an upstairs room ankle deep in human excrement & bags stuffed full of children’s clothing. . . but of the children and Flora Flaherty there was no sign.

The authorities began an investigation but in these troubled times records were rarely kept, the sisters, who professed to be nurses had enjoyed a previously good reputation and eventually the case was dropped.

Interestingly, in January 1927, Ruth Flaherty had her handbag stolen whilst walking to Stanley Park and the horrified thief turned himself in upon unveiling a small, pickled human hand inside! Unfortunately, he had fearfully tossed away his nefarious find and despite a police search of the area it was never discovered.

Stanley Park Blackpool

Shortly after, the women put the house on the market and returned to Eire. Leaving us with one of the darkest, most diabolical tales I have ever had the misfortune to recount.

There was no extradition between southern Ireland & the UK back then. This enabled the sisters to just slip into the background, no proper checks or details would have been recorded. I wouldn’t be surprised if they had continued their abuse.

Intriguingly, I was discussing this case with an elderly Blackpool resident, who although only having a vague memory of the event, did recall her parents threatening her with the words “You keep that up young lady and the Flahertys will get you!’ If she ever misbehaved as a child!!

From Balaclava to Blackpool

25th October1854

The Charge of the Light Brigade wasn’t just a disaster in its own right;

It marked the final turning point of the Battle of Balaclava.

For the Russians, Balaclava was a morale-boosting victory. Yet it is in Britain that the ill fated charge became the stuff of legend!

The Charge of the Light Brigade

Here at Layton Cemetery, Blackpool, UK, we are honored to be the final resting place of two of its heroes:

‘William Butler and Edwin Hughes’

WILLIAM BUTLER was an Ormskirk lad, when on a visit to Preston he got chatting with a soldier from the 17th Lancers who persuaded him to join up with the British Army.

In the October of 1854, aged 29, he found himself in the thick of the Crimean War fighting Russian troops under the most dreadful conditions.

The cavalry charge of 600 men against 11,000 Russians was part of the Battle of Balaclava which proved catastrophic for the British army, a calamitous mistake riddled with misinformation and miscommunication.

Miraculously Sergeant Butler survived the suicidal charge by the Light Brigade, having been attacked by two Cossacks before his horse was shot from beneath him he managed to escape seemingly certain death.

He was to be existent until the 13th February 1901 passing away aged 74.

William Butler, Layton Cemetery, Blackpool

EDWIN HUGHES, Also known as ‘Balaclava Ned’ died on the 18th May 1927. He was famously the last survivor of the Charge of The Light Brigade.

Originally from Wrexham he joined the 13th Light Dragoon’s ( Hussars) as a Private, later rising to become Troop Sergeant Major. Throughout his career he was awarded the British Crimea Medal, Turkish Crimea Medal and a Silver Medal for long service and good conduct. After leaving the army he became an instructor in a Yeomanry mounted volunteer unit.

Edwin Hughes, Layton Cemetery, Blackpool

Upon his retirement he went to live with his daughter in Blackpool where he lived to a ripe old age of ninety-five. His funeral was held in Layton Cemetery ,Blackpool with full military honours.

Exotic Ecdysiast Extraordinaire!

(Augusta Carolina Rosaline Wingfield died 12th October 1947)

The Queen of the Spiral – The Belle of the Ball!

One of the most wonderful entertainers to grace Blackpool ~ that you’ve never heard of!

Also known as ‘Alphonsine La Belle Rose’ Queen of the Spiral (or sometimes just plain Mrs Wingfield) Augusta was, in her day, a world renowned artistè who traversed the globe with her Giant Spiral act, performing at such illustrious places as the Folie Bergere.

Her father was the owner of a Russian circus, she was German by birth, but professed to be a french mademoiselle when using her mètier persona!

Alphonsine advertising cigarettes

Putting down roots in Blackpool in around 1914, along with her husband John Wingfield, a Canadian who ran a successful performing dogs act, Augusta continued to entertain the public who visited the seaside town. (John and Augusta appear on the same bill together in 1885 at the Brighton Aquarium so this may be around the time they first met.)

She famously astounded the crowds when performing her spiral ascension act at The Royal Palace Gardens at Raikes Hall. The audience were always delighted, as balanced on a giant sphere, Alphonsine precariously climbed the twists and turns of the circumvoluted tower. . .backwards!

B/W pic. Loughborough Road Society

But Alphonsine was also renowned for having a saucy side too -and nothing pleased the Victorian gentleman more, than when upon her decent, she began to discard items of her clothing for titillation purposes, which certainly aroused lots of interest! She often ended these performances completely nude and as she had done this while moving (it seems stationary nudity was okay at the time) she was arrested seventeen times and appeared in court charged with offending standards of public decency.

Another endorsement by Alphonsine from 1894

After a fall from her ball and damaging her back Alphonsine continued with her act, but later, being plagued by back problems tweaked her career performing a less raunchy Serpentine Dance act at the Winter Gardens and Hippodrome Theatre (later the ABC), eventually retiring in 1918.

A full twenty years before her demise Augusta//Alphonsine had purchased not one, but two plots in Layton Cemetery and had the graves ‘hollowed out’ to form an underground tomb. She intended to spend the afterlife in comfort.

Augusta sadly passed away on the 12th October 1947, she reached the great age of 92.

The glorious tomb of the Queen of the Spiral

Her funeral was the affair she deserved and hoped for. Dressed in a beautiful white costume from her hay days of stardom and adorned in her finest jewellery she was laid in a white coffin. As the grand cortège travelled slowly to the graveside her awaiting tomb was bedecked in an ocean of pure white blooms . . . which was exactly what she had instructed. In her will she had stated”I have lived like a queen, I shall die like one.”

Here I am graveside, yesterday morning!

Surgeon of Savagery Dr Buck Ruxton

Today we are traveling just over 30 miles to the city of Lancaster, to hear a tale so iniquitous you’ll be glad we took the trip. We are staying inside the county and within this prose you will discover a tenuous link to Blackpool.

Dr Buck Ruxton

After studying at the Royal College of Surgeons in Edinburgh, Buktyar Rustomji Ratanji Hakim (aka Dr. Buck Ruxton- sometimes spelled Ruston) relocated to England. He was working as a well respected and popular GP in Lancaster, Lancashire by the 1930s. He lived at 2 Dalton Square with his ‘wife’ Isabella Kerr (common law) and their three children. Ruxton’s esteemed reputation was largely down to the fact he often waived his treatment fees if he believed his patients couldn’t afford to pay him.

2 Dalton Square Lancaster

In addition to the family there was also a live in maid cum housekeeper Mary Jane Rogerson who mainly cared for the children; Elisabeth, Diane & William.

Despite his excellent standing in the community Ruxton was also a wife beater, assaulting Isabella on many occasions, resulting in them both being questioned by the police as Ruxton became convinced his wife was an adutress.

Late on the evening of 14th September 1935 Isabella returned home from a trip to Blackpool illuminations. By the 15th she had disappeared.

A grisly discovery was made on the 29th September 1935 beneath a bridge in Moffat, Dumfriesshire. Susan Haines Johnson encountered four bundles wrapped in clothing which contained slices of flesh, severed limbs, bones, and two heads wrapped in copies of the Daily Herald (dated 6 August 1935). Two forearms were encased in newspaper dated from the 6th August of that year.

A further search revealed more body parts.

Autopsies revealed the bodies of two women, one aged 35/45 the other 18/25. The older woman had sustained five stab wounds in the chest area, she had numerous bruises and several broken bones. Her hyoid bone fracture indicated she had been strangled.

The second woman sustained severe blunt trauma, suggesting she had been bludgeoned to death. Both bodies had their organs removed and had been drained of blood before dismemberment ( a task that would have taken hours)

The unfortunate women were later identified as Isabella Kerr and Mary Rogerson.

Ruxton was charged with both of the murders, it is thought he killed his wife in a fit of rage which was witnessed by the maid so she had to be disposed of too.

He dismembered their corpses in the family bathroom before dumping them across the border.

Following his arrest on the 12th October Dr Ruxton was charged with the maid’s murder, but it wasn’t until 5th November 1935 he was also charged with his wife’s.

He pleaded not guilty at his hearing, claiming the bodies had been miss identified.

He was sentenced to death but appealed against this decision, his appeal was dismissed and Ruxton was hanged at HM Prison Manchester on 12th May 1936.

The gruesome nature of Ruxton’s crime captured the imagination of the public, who avidly followed the story in the newspapers. The bath in which Ruxton had dismembered the bodies was used as a horse trough at Lancashire Constabulary Headquarters, Hutton, Preston.

Ruxton’s house, in Lancaster’s Dalton Square, stood derelict for many decades, the City Council completely refurbished it in the 1980s, making it part of the adjoining Palatine Hall offices. The Grade II Listed Building, opposite Lancaster Town Hall is now home to the city’s Architecture Department.

During the trial the pubic reveled in the ghastly details and in the morbid music hall style of the day, the popular song written by Jimmy Kennedy and made prevalent at the time by Bing Crosby “Red Sails in the Sunset” was modified with these gory new lyrics:

Red stains on the carpet,

Red stains on the knife

Oh, Dr Buck Ruxton, you cut up your wife.

The nursemaid she saw you, and threatened to tell,

So Dr Buck Ruxton, you killed her as well.

Doctor 💀 Death?

September 28th marks the anniversary of the death of Dr George Billing.  

Dr Billing was a registered medical practitioner at 121 Church Street, Blackpool, personal physician to the Mayors of Blackpool and the towns pathologist.

  George was born in Manchester and his father, John was a surgeon. He went to Liverpool to become a medical student and by 1876 he’s a surgeon’s assistant living in Lord Street, Southport. In the 1901 census he states he is a physician and surgeon. 

 His name might have been lost in history if it wasn’t for his involvement with the infamous ‘Brides in the Bath’ murders’,  for Doctor Billing examined Mrs Alice Smith (née Alice Burnham) not once but twice, both in life and posthumously!

   At the insistence of her nefarious husband Alice was taken for a consultation with the good doctor, where Billing noted “She was a short, pale woman and extremely fat. I examined her tongue which was rather foul, dirty and coated, I believe she was suffering from nothing more than constipation.”

 Their next meeting was at the Smiths Regent Road lodgings, where Dr Billing had the unenviable job of freeing the body of Alice from the confines of the tub  she had been drowned in.

The actual bath, now at New Scotland Yard’s Black Museum

The next day, after a thorough post-mortem examination, he ruled her demise as an unfortunate misadventure and it was recorded as accidental death due to drowning.

  In a strange twist of fate Alice & Dr Billing are buried just yards apart in Layton Cemetery.

    There are a few of us graveyard detectives who have our own suspicions about the post mortem on Alice Burnham carried out by Billing, particularly his decision that her death was the result of a “tragic accident”. The substantial amount of money Smith stood to gain and the two life insurances he had taken out on Alice should she pre-decease him ought to have raised at least some concern! Smith’s exoneration also meant he was able to continue with his villainous ways and subsequently go on to murder his third victim Margaret Lofty.

    Billing was also called to the aid of at least one other Layton Cemetery resident, Edward Dewhurst. In 1906, 37 year old Edward worked at the Willow Pattern Shooting Gallery, by Blackpool’s Big Wheel. 

Billing’s grave in Layton Cemetery

 After a customer (James Johnson) took an interest in a particular rifle, Edward invited him to examine it further as it ‘was not loaded’ before proceeding to fix the range’s targets. Unbeknownst to Edward a single bullet had become trapped in the firearm, which went off, the bullet striking him in the neck. Dr Billing attended the tragedy but was unable to save Mr Dewhurst who died at the scene. 

 After his death George left £17044 3s 8d.

His last address was listed as 25 Park Rd. Blackpool.

Alfred Merrifield

Once described as a ‘tragic simpleton’ Alfred Merrifield (husband of the infamous Blackpool Poisoner Louisa May Merrifield) always denied any knowledge of his wife’s nefarious deeds.

 Alfred was Louisa’s third husband and 24 years her senior. He was  believed  to be subjugated & browbeaten by his domineering spouse.

But appearances can be deceptive; Mr Merrifield was in fact cunning, scheming and unscrupulous. He happily claimed his half of Sarah Ricketts bungalow (pictured above) and battled with the Ricketts family for his wife’s share after she was hanged. 

 Not one to miss a lucrative enterprise, Alfred set himself up as ‘The Murderess’ Husband’ in a kiosk on Blackpool’s Golden Mile, regaling the passing crowds with details of his wife’s atrocious actions! After selling his story he donated Louisa’s clothes to Louis Tussauds Waxworks and received a £200 payment for allowing his wax image to stand alongside hers. 

Alfred died on the 24th June 1962 aged 80. His body was cremated at Carleton Crematorium where his ashes were placed in Rose Bed no.1. 

Mr Merrifield

Lych Gates

Many older churches have a lych gate built over the entrance to the churchyard marking the division between consecrated and unconsecrated ground.          

 Originally they housed a stone slab or or timber shelf to rest the coffin upon, considering it was the place where the bearers rested before a burial.

  Although these gates first appeared in medieval times, the 1549 Prayer Book required the priest to meet the corpse at the churchyard entrance, thus encouraging the provision of lych gates to shelter the corpse and the funeral party for that purpose.

 Often coffins had to be carried many miles along routes known as corpse roads because not all communities had their own burial grounds.

The name derives from the Anglo Saxon word ‘lich’ – meaning corpse.  

This old postcard features the lych gate at All Hallows’ Bispham.