David Ledger

A tale that my father tells from time to time is that until the age of six he lived in Welney Place. The young woman next door was Vera Fiddler, who used to take my uncle out in his pram. Everyone was shocked when she eloped with a penniless pianist who had no prospects, referring of course to Reginald Dixon. Of course it may be a confused story remembered by a child. I do know that my paternal grandfather ran an early cinema in the Ecclesfield area in the silent era. Maybe it was the same one.