Transcript of Sam Woods Speaking in a Leslie Flint Session
The actual idea of leaving your lot, your world, and coming over here, oh it’s nothing, it’s just like going to sleep and waking up into a new environment. You might say that it’s so much nicer and pleasanter than anything you might know on Earth. And all your old pals and your relations that you’re fond of standing around and about you, all giving you a welcome. It’s a very nice how d’ya do, I’ll tell you.
I remember waking up in what appeared to be a nice little place, in a house, nice room, nice flowers, oh, beautiful little house it was, the sort of place I’d hoped one day I might have, but I knew jolly well from my own experience on Earth that I’d never have it on your side, because I never had the wherewithal to buy it or even rent such a place. Here, I found myself in a very nice, oh, a lovely little place, it was. It was not too big, it was just my cup of tea. Just very pleasant.
And there, there was my old lady looking as I remember her, oh, many years ago, oh, looking thirty years younger. She was standing there looking down at me. I was lying on this here sort of couch arrangement. And I remember sort of waking as it were from sleep. And first thing I saw was this lovely room and then my dear lady standing there at the bottom of the bed, as it were, or couch rather, and one or two other people that I had known. There was my wife’s brother who died, oh 1914-18 war, he came over, he was torpedoed or something in the first world war aboard ship.
And there was me mother; at first I didn’t even know it was me mother, I didn’t cotton on to that at all. Then I recognized her and realized how much younger she looked. It was my mother, but you know, I didn’t recognize her. She looked like a young woman about twenty. I’d seen a photo taken of her many years ago, but I never cotton on onto the fact that it was me mother. It soon dawned on me who she was. At first, she looked like a beautiful lady that I had some vague idea of but never knew. It’s a funny thing, you know, but a bit. Oh, various people were there, people I’d known.
What amazed me more than anything there, squatted down on the side there was my old dog Timothy. Oh, a lovely old creature Tim was. We had him for about fifteen years and oh, he was a nice old dog. And there was a cat that my wife had always been fond of, ginger cat, it was. We used to call her “Old Marmie,” it was a marmalade cat, “Marmie.”