A Few Words about Mum
When I look back over time, I guess most of my memories of Mum end up being around food. She was a lovely cook, and enjoyed great food and a lot of company, and if it was in the garden in beautiful weather all the better. It makes a lot of sense that they ended up in the Greek Islands for 8 years enjoying both. We loved her Cornish Pasties. Pasties have always been part of the family. We would dream of Mum’s pasties whenever we came to visit, and the tradition keeps going; Mum’s pasties are still being made, in Egypt, Oman, Norway and I am sure in Australia and Newcastle too.
We grew up away from our mother for a great deal of our lives, whilst at boarding school, and then after when I flew the nest at University age, but when I look back through my photos, I see a mother who loved to hug her children, their girlfriends which would become their wives and especially her grandchildren.
She was proud of us all, and forever telling stories to the other siblings of how and what each of our families were doing whether in Australia, Plymouth, Newcastle, Egypt or Oman or elsewhere.
Myself and Kristin have travelled a little of the world ourselves, I guess emulating Mum and Dad. After jumping on a nice modern jet plane myself, flying through international airports in Amsterdam, Doha, Dubai and staying in 5 star hotels I cannot begin to wonder with amazement at the thought of Mum in early 1960’s, receiving a telegram from Kharg Island, a small desert island in South Iran, telling her to pack her bags, and travel alone with her 3 young children into the unknown to join Dad in Iran. And then to set up home on Kharg Island, where there were no supermarkets, malls, or even an English language school initially. Everything they had over the next few years, they were part of a group who had to organise and create it all themselves. This speaks so highly of Mum and her marriage with Dad.
We love you mum, and we will always miss you XXX
Kevin Walter:
02/07/2020