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Green flag award open space, Hatfield Road cemetery. |
Among the most relaxing and peaceful periods of time in the bustle of Fleetville may be spent wandering the paths of Hatfield Road Cemetery. A few years ago a group of us discovered some unusual stories among its residents laid to rest. So I have brought together a small number in an occasional series. Here is the first.
On the western side of the burial ground is the final resting place for a 40-year old Asian man who, in 1974, almost no-one could to admit knowing. So intriguing was this man's unfortunate story that the investigating police officer was the only mourner at his burial, using his experience to track down the man's parents and brother in Singapore.
We know nothing of his private live, other than he lived alone in a bed-sit somewhere in the city; the Blacksmith's Arms overlooking St Peter's Street was considered to be his "local"; and that he worked as a wireman at a firm in Welwyn Garden City, and since there was no evidence of a car we assume he used the former 330 bus from St Peter's Street to the Garden City.
The man was known as Tan: Francis Tan Kim Choo.
From those people who did claim to know him and who frequented the Blacksmith's Arms, confirmed he was, I suppose like many of us, a creature of habit. He would sit on his own each evening in one of the bars, acknowledging everyone who came in, but no-one seemed to talk to him. After last orders and closure he would remain behind to assist with washing up before disappearing back to his best-sit.
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Blacksmiths Arms public house on the corner of Hatfield Road and St Peter's Street. This was Tan's nightly visiting place. |
But one night, his last, was different.
Tan, instead of remaining behind, left the pub promptly at 10.30, carrying with him a white plastic bag. At the same time, and from another bar, a woman left. They later met in St Peter's Street and agreed to go somewhere for a Chinese meal. They were next seen near the junction of Chequer Street and London Road. A large car drew up and the driver offered the pair a lift.
The lift was accepted, but the woman changed her mind about the intended meal, and Tan then decided to leave the car – at this point he was close to his lodgings. The time then was 11.20pm. Twenty five minutes later Tan's body was discovered, covered in blood, in the driveway of a house opposite Great Cell Barnes former nurses quarters in Hill End Lane (now Emmaus).
There are still several still-unanswered questions:
Since he had left the car, how did he reach Hill End in so short a time? He would have had to run all of the way, but then, why would he have needed to?
Why, on this night of all nights was his normal routine broken?
What was in the white bag and what happened to it?
Was the meeting of Tan and the woman anything other than co-incidental?
Who was the driver of the car and why was the lift offered? Possibly more to the point, why was it accepted, and was it accepted by the woman or Tan?
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Tan was buried in a public grave approximately where the light blue marker lies. A police officer was the only attendant at his burial. |
The police evidence stated that Tan had been struck by a red car, thrown several feet, and as he lay in the driveway with his skull fractured and legs partly in the roadway, a moped ran over him. So there must have been at least one witness in Hill End Lane. But the drivers of neither vehicle were never traced.
But there was another intriguing element to Tan's story. In writing how to his parents Tan had told of his wife and child. The police officer had discovered this when he wrote to Singapore to inform them of their son's death. His mother had wanted the insurance money to be spent on the child. Hey had to be informed that there was no wife and there was no child. Tan, it appears, had made for himself an invented family for the benefit of his parents.
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A poorly photocopied copy of a published photograph of Tam. This may have been the only surviving image of Tan. COURTESY THE HERTS ADVERTISER |
So, here is a trio of final questions: was there an intended rendevous that fateful evening? Did Tan make that rendevous? Dis it have something to do with the white plastic bag?
There is a period of just twenty-five minutes missing in the life of the city and of this man's life: Thursday 4th July 1974, from 11.20 to 11.45pm.