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Originally Posted by Gordie
If I remember correctly Dennis got killed in a electrical accident
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I was in the same class as Bernard, Helen, Gwendoline, Jimmy, Linda (my 'girlfriend') Johnson. Around 1958-1961. There was always a rhythmic thud coming from across the playground which I now realise was from the Fountain Foundry in Fountain Street and an acrid smell, a bit like burnt sugar, which I think was the molten iron making contact with the sand in the moulding beds.