Tuesday 18 March 2014

St.Patrick's Day and the death notices of three very different women.

St.Patrick's Day 2014.. and notice was given of the death of three women.

The first, Mrs. 'Bunny' Mellon died yesterday at the great age of a hundred and three years.

She will be remembered by a huge amount of people, by those who who were lucky enough to know her personally and call her a friend and by those who benefit from the philanthropic gifts she and her husband, Paul, gave to the American nation.

The second woman was an old friend of hers. Clarissa Dickinson-Wright was one of life's marvels. Generous, funny, kind, sharp, intelligent and a great cook!

She first met her when she came across a small shop just off the Portobello Road, the shop was called Books for Cooks. Clarissa sourced an old cook book for her and their friendship was started.

Clarissa and Bill enjoyed each other's company and points of Law were hotly argued over whenever they met.

She remembers the first time that Clarissa came for supper, for it took her at least ten minutes to walk down the hall. Why? The walls of the hall are lined with books and she was studying the names of the books. 

So you can imagine the squeal when she saw one of Florence's cookery books. Florence was her Grandmother, aka The Severe Pruning Company, it was a cookery book from India. It gives, for she has it still, the recipes in Hindustani and English.

Clarissa died in the Edinburgh Royal Infirmary on
Saturday and will be missed, not only by her friends, but by the thousands of fans who watched as she and Jennifer Paterson starred in the funny television programme 'Two Fat Ladies'. She was sixty six.

The third woman, whose death occurred yesterday, was L'Wren Scott. Such sadness will be felt by so many people, her immediate family, her friends.

There is also the anguish and pain that she leaves behind, that dreadful shock for her assistant to whom she had sent a message to "come over", only for this poor woman to find her employer dying of her own hand. 

And her friend, Mick Jagger, in Australia on tour with The Rolling Stones. We can only just begin to imagine the grim job of being the person who took that telephone call in Perth and who had to go and find him to tell him what had transpired. 

She was only forty nine, such a waste, poor sad woman, how desperate she must have been.

I will post of her day, which turned out to be very different from the one that she had planned, later.

GeeGee Parrot.
March 18th, 2014.

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