Not the Wilfred Owen poem but odd encounters with fellow Millers. I'll give you mine and it's 100% genuine. Mid 1970s and I'm helping out a mate who organised concerts at Lancaster University. Can't remember the band. I'm down a corridor by the stage door when a roadie appears wearing a Millers shirt. I say 'Wow, man (it was the 70s remember) I'm a Miller too'. I'm talking to the guy about the Millers when this bouncer comes down and says 'I'm from Rotherham.' Three guys in a corridor in Lancashire who've never met before and we're all Millers. Never expeienced anything as spooky in my life. Can anyone beat that?
I once went to Moscow (2001) and the family we stayed with turned out to have a son and daughter who had traveled across Europe on their way to the US.
One of their stops was in the UK and Rotherham (on the way to connect with some relatives who had money to continue their journey).
While in Rotherham (late 90s) they had gone to watch Rotherham v Hartlepool . The old lady of the house then went and got me the programme that he son had sent back to them along with several others from various grounds including: rochdale, leeds, and west ham.
Bizarre!
She then gave me several letters to bring back to the UK to post on to the US for her...all my lifes a circle.
Nice one, Ian. It appears that you and I are the only posters with odd Rotherham anecdotes to tell. I had another very strange meeting involving sex on a beach, a snorkel and a pair of underpants but it's a bit rude for a family site like this.