| Location | Manchester |
| Age | 12 years |
| Cause of Death | Murder |
| Date of Birth | 12/06/1952 |
| Date of Death | 16/06/1964 |
| Visitors | 2,340 since 22/12/2008 |
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Keith was a 12-year-old child victim of the notorious 'Moors Murderers' Ian Brady and Myra Hindley.
Walking to his gramdmother's house, Keith was abducted, taken up to Saddleworth Moor near
Manchester, sexually abused and strangled. He was buried on the Moor. His body has not yet been
found.
Keith had celebrated his 12th birthday 4 days before his abduction. He was short sighted, and was
supposed to wear glasses, but he had broken them that morning at his school swimming gala, where he
had earned a certificate for swimming a length for the first time. Keith was a first year pupil at
Victoria Park school. His mother kept the broken glasses for a long time. She continues to search
for Keith's body on Saddleworht Moor, in the hope of giving him a Christian burial.
Keith's mother said of him, "There was no harm to him. He enjoyed life and was very interested in
nature. He used to pick up leaves and caterpillars and bring them home, and he collected coins."
His Journey's Just Begun... ...
Don’t think of him as gone away,
his journey’s just begun.
Life holds so many facets,
this earth is only one.
Just think of him as resting,
from the sorrows and the tears,
in a place of warmth and comfort,
where there are no days and years.
Think how he must be wishing,
that we could know today,
how nothing but our sadness,
can really pass away.
And think of him as living,
in the hearts of those he touched ...
For nothing loved is ever lost
♥ And he was loved so much ♥
My Friend
We went to school together (remember Mansfield St) I have the scar on my knee where you pushed me off my bike on Cottenham St. I Made it you did'nt. I wish you were here now to meet my family, I am so lucky you not so. I hope to meet you again on the other side
I hope you are looking after your sister.
I always think of you.
Rob P
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The code is broken and so is my heart, and to seal it the engine and train are taken apart. It is now another anniversary today and that of Eddie who also fell 45 years ago.
In truth I am impatient as I broke the Moors Murder code for you and for your mother and for those who believe in me. It is indesputable my love.
The code told me where to find something lost and hidden, is that you my love?
Those who are higher up have to be relied on. That is 48 hours of sheer torment to me.
My prayers for you and for your mother as I truly hope that this is how you are to be found, as no-one has any idea where you are or how to get to you.
My dear one, I do hope that braking the code is to set this right. In love and peace I now have to travel to see it through. Maybe this time, maybe this time.
A town placed candles in its windows and homes here at my request for they know of my pilgrimage to truth that must not enter the tenth year.
My love, I pray that someone enters that has that answer and wait impatiently.
Love always, Pauline, a child of your time and there's in Manchester. Urmston, Stretford and Trafford Park and AE1.
The code. 42 foot back.
Lost Boy
My darling little one, the lost boy is so clear now, and in our time the sounds of Big beat from winetka raised a storm as it is now.
The Beatles sang as in Chassen Park and all of us were free, all of us had futures and dreams as the big beat from Winetka roared in with the big drums.
Because there are those that understand this and those that do not it is why a breakthrough. A simple gift from God, yet so simple and there you have it.
I do hope this is the big beat from Winetka and that you are to be found and not lost. That has been my pilgrimage of nine years and my gift to you.
Daisy Bank Road will shower you with petals on the day you are found, and birds will sing, and true feeling will return to those hands that have tears staining them.
My love, it was all there as Terrence prayered for me to find. It is time for you to come home.
The lion sleeps tonight is what I leave a tune for the morning and new moon.
Please be found.
God sent me an angel as he alone sends his angels as Fiona Castle told me on her loosing my dear friend Roy in 1995.
It is God that loves unconditionally. To Him is the turn to shelter. He has but one voice, not many. LISTEN to Him.
Lost Boy,Manchesters son, and Winnie's son, it is time to come home. The place you are is not to hold you any longer.
So I wait impatiently for my prayers to be answered.
Keith, a light has to shine. I pray I have done enough. But then again, there is always more, God has a bucket that is full of encouragement when others strike a hole in the heart of that person.
God has held my hand, now let him hold yours.
Come home, Keith.
With love to all those who love you and miss you. The Big Beat from Winetka is my tribute for you till found.
Thanks be to Ferdinand Saussure, the French sociolinguistic structuralist.
The ballad
Now God is with me and my staff. He will comfort those who are righteous and thank you Terrence for your patience and my lads in khaki who are out there searching still. The shepherd does not loose his sheep, they are but a gaze away. I am free now and in peace as my mission ending after nine years. Does God ask me for payment when I pray, he does not.
God will never fail you and he will never, ever fail Keith. He will supply the answer, just wait and be of humble spirit. I pray with a good and honest open heart. Keith is but a march away from the light of God and discovery in the same way the others were found. He will light the way.
Finding Keith is the objective
Searching for an earing and a child is different as any one can tell you. One is an object, the other a person precious to that family as simply not lost, but stolen.
My lads who fought with me then will not let the sun come up and God in his wisdom showed the way where dark souls tread. Finding and not searching is the agenda and always has been. God is listening and I fear God. So I pray and let him use me, for I see Him in so many here who have lost as I have lost. Rita Ellis aged 17, RAF murdered Halton by person unknown.
My anguish is I cannot remember the car she stepped into and she was on my 'watch'. I cannot and have not forgotten and walk in her shoes as my career ended for me when she was brutally taken. God all these years later has led an OAP and veteran and tracker to this site where I find comfort, peace and meaning shared.
Finding Keith
I have for some time now spent many hours considering the issue that concerns us all which is to find Keith.
There is a way to do this but it will take a concerted effort from everyone who knows and cares. The will to find Keith by so many is stronger than the will of those dark souls who do not wish this to happen. One day Keith will be found and his mother and family will be able to finally close this dark chapter of their lives. I know there are some who continue to loo for Keith and we observers need to give them all the help we can, be it prayers, advise of simply your good will and hope. To Paula whose search is endless I remain blessed to know of you and your efforts to bring this subject to a close. Ian Brady knows where this child is and we need to pray that he will one day give his secret up before he passes on to face his maker.
My prayers go out to you Keith and godbless Paula for her continued vigilence.
My heart goes out to Winnie and family. So many years of suffering and heartache. I hope one day Keith will be found and may he then rest in peace. From Lindsay xxxxx
Precious Child
by Karen Taylor Good
In my dreams, you are alive and well
Precious child, precious child
In my mind, I see you clear as a bell
Precious child, precious child
In my soul, there is a hole
That can never be filled
But in my heart, there is hope
'Cause you are with me still
In my heart, you live on
Always there never gone
Precious child, you left too soon
Tho' it may be true that we're apart
You will live forever... in my heart
In my plans, I was the first to leave
Precious child, precious child
But in this world, I was left here to grieve
Precious child, my precious child
In my soul, there is a hole
That can never be filled
But in my heart there is hope
And you are with me still
In my heart you live on
Always there, never gone
Precious child, you left too soon,
Tho' it may be true that we're apart
You will live forever... in my heart
God knows I want to hold you,
See you, touch you
And maybe there's a heaven
And someday I will again
Please know you are not forgotten until then
In my heart you live on
Always there never gone
Precious child, you left too soon
Tho' it may be true that we're apart
You will live forever... in my heart
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