Wednesday, March 08, 2017

Eulogy

How shall I remember Mother?

She epitomized Home.

Mother’s life wasn’t all about food, but when I began to think and talk about what her life meant to those around her, it was often her cooking that triggered memories of her warmth, and her gift for providing a welcome to nephews and nieces and anyone that came for a meal or to stay.

Hilary, Frances, Clive and I will always remember her roast dinners, a benchmark for future generations, and to others the mention of salmon mousse or perhaps the legendary chocolate biscuit cake or apple amber would bring back vividly the good times in Saxonhurst, or Broadway Lea or later Windgarth. Those recipes have travelled down the generations, although there was a time when I was convinced she always kept back some hidden ingredient, as hers was always that little bit better.