
My family lost one of our oldest friends earlier this year.
Peggy was my mom’s first roommate, and my parents’ best friend for over 60 years. To my brothers and me, she was Aunty Peggy; and as an honourary member of the family, she was a fixture around our Christmas, birthday and anniversary table from before the time I was born.
A force of nature who came close to marriage twice, but had second thoughts just in time, both times (neither would have worked, Mom says), Peggy was a high school vice-principal who kept “her” kids in line with a sharp tongue and decisive action. She made her bones as a teacher in her 20s, traveling first to the UK, then to Australia, where she taught in some of London and Sydney’s toughest schools. I never saw her in a situation she couldn’t manage handily. And she did it all with flair…her 70′s closet made a fashion impression on me that still has my eye lingering on anything I find in that bold, rusty-orange she loved so much.
Her panache extended into the kitchen. Aunty Peggy hosted at least one dinner party a month for most of her life, all of them multi-course affairs made from scratch.
And her Christmas candy was the stuff of legends. Continue reading →