The Editor,
The Bridport News.
Your article “Meet the Mr. Trump……” reminded me that I almost did, some 60 years ago.
I was serving waitress in the first floor dining room at the Greyhound.
Told to wait to serve a late diner, I stood where I could see the top of the stairs.
Eventually, this middle-aged man appeared, dressed in a heavy travelling coat, and turned right into a short corridor.
I fetched his meal up but he didn’t come, & I asked the receptionist for his room number.
It was late, and a dark winter’s evening, and he said he would deal with it.
I cycled home.
Next day I was shown an old photograph which was stored in the safe, of the man I had seen on the stairs.
It was apparently Walter Trump.
He and his family had lived in that short corridor.
The rooms could no longer be let because residents were disturbed trying to sleep there.
I thought someone might be interested following your Greyhound/Trump report.
Sue Roderick.
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