by Marguerite Cook
It was a crisp winter morning when two black horses; their beautiful coats gleaming; pulled the hearse through the red brick entrance lodge into Bedford cemetery. The horses pulled a light load, a coffin containing the body of Johnny aged nine years. Later in the day, the horses would pull the coffin of his best friend Tom, aged eight.
[Read more…] about CANON JOHN WARMOLL, OUR APOSTLE OF BEDFORD