On occasions when she would cook her version of scrambled eggs which turned out more like an omelette, I remember sitting in her kitchen, just watching and waiting quietly (children were seen and not heard), her kitchen table always had a tablecloth, and felt grown up being at liberty to add salt and pepper to my eggs. That was never allowed at home.
She would pickle her own onions and gherkins and red cabbage which I loved and mum would come home laden with jars.
She was very active at the church and for many years ran the old age pensioner's club attached to it. Organising afternoon teas, functions, activities, bus trips and holidays, and at Christmas time cooked all the turkeys to feed the club members for a Christmas lunch before they closed for a few days over Christmas holidays.
|Made in England|
|Matching mugs purchased in Billericay Cook Shop on a trip to UK in 2008|
She looked after herself and was fiercely independent - I hope my grandchildren remember me as fondly as I do my nan.