In 1958 while only 8 years old and living with a Maltese family in Mosta Pope Pius XII died , like all Maltese people the family I was with were very staunch catholics and in the front room in pride of place was a photograph of the pope. On the morning he died I as I was going out their son called me in to the front room and showed me the photograph of the Pope which had gone a strange purple colour, to this day I can not think of an explanation.
Memory Posted By: graham
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