Farewell Mamie Thérese

I've known my husband since 2005.  Soon after we began dating, I had the pleasure of meeting the sweet old lady who was his grandmother.  She startled me within hours of my first day in Kersava by asking me to 'Sit Down!' in English rather strictly.  She had been asking me to sit down in French and with my thick head failing to understand, resorted to the language she had secretly learned during the German occupation days (hiding her books under a heavy milk pot in the corner of what was the kitchen).  This calm and polite lady was a dear to behold.  

In her 80s, she was still able to manage a kitchen, garden, and all the people tramping in and out of the house.  Her food was always fantastic and accompanied by a stick of butter.  Knowing from experience with my now deceased grandmothers, I spent as much time as I could with her and learned as much as I could of Breton culture and food.  She taught me to make her now famous tart au poireaux and the famous Breton far noire.  As well to make Riz Mexican and even boiling potatoes so that they always came out full of taste.  The first time I made crepes she was so unimpressed with me that I took up the challenge and perfected the technique before my next visit to France!  

We were all sad when her health began to fail and it came time for her to take her first vacation to various nursing homes in the region.  The last time we visited, she was delighted to see Kiran and to stroke his 'potelé (chubby) arms and legs.  He was just as enamoured with her.  

This morning, the day after Kiran's 1st birthday, she passed away.  We are all going to miss her.