Wednesday, 22 July 2009

Gooseberry Jam for Eva


I first met Eva not long after moving to Wales. Within moments of meeting, she had signed me up as a volunteer at the Day Club for the elderly she ran in the village. She would have made a great army recruitment officer.

Small in stature (under 5 feet) yet huge in personality, Eva was a force to be reckoned with. Always immaculately turned out and with flawless coiffure and makeup, a lifetime of chainsmoking had left her with a deep, gravelly voice with which she belied her ladylike exterior by peppering her conversation with choice profanities. Blunt to the point of rudeness, never failing to call a spade a bloody spade, she prided herself on her fierce honesty and refusal to take any nonsense from anyone. Strong men quailed when confronted with her glare.

Yet she was also incredibly kind hearted, generous to a fault, hardworking and completely dedicated to both the Day Club and those she loved.

I was lucky that she took a shine to me straight away, and forgave any of my slip ups (such as the time I left a kettle boiling in the kitchen and got distracted, only to return twenty minutes later to find the room filled with dense steam) with a mild, "Well don't do it again!" rather than the strict dressing-down reserved for those who had truly offended her sensibilities.

About five years ago, Eva suffered a serious heart attack. The Day Club went into a kind of numb shock. Eva was the heart, soul and backbone of the club. No one had truly understood the extent of her dedication and sheer hard work until suddenly she wasn't around. After a few months of limping along without her, she returned, yet the heart attack had taken its toll on her health. She continued organising there for another year or so, yet it was clearly too much for her. Eventually, she skilfully manouevred me into replacing her as organiser of the Club, and (by now in her seventies) became one of the members instead of the chief worker.

However, it was hard for Eva to sit on the sidelines and watch, where once she led. For a while she didn't come to the club, preferring to stay at home alone. Any solicitous enquiries about her welfare or whether she was lonely were met with sharp rebuttals. "I have plenty of friends!" She would snap. "You don't have to patronise me!"

Happily, she eventually began to attend again, although I believe she never stopped seeing it as 'her' club. She certainly never hesitated to tell me what I was doing wrong or how I could do it better! But at the same time, our relationship deepened into mutual respect, and more than that, true friendship. Eva couldn't drive, so I'd take her shopping sometimes and together we'd happily trawl Carmarthenshire's plant nurseries, second hand shops and markets, or go to the local village fetes together. She would also advise me on how to live my life, sometimes quite hilariously. One of her choicest bits of wisdom, which made me laugh out loud, came earlier this year. She knew that T and I had split up, and when I said I was going on holiday to Spain with a (female) friend, Eva advised me "That's the spirit! Find a nice bloke, and enjoy yourself for a couple of hours." Awww, I thought. She wants me to find a holiday romance! But then she added, "Then tell him to p*** off!" which had me in stitches.

It turned out that I loved making jam and Eva loved eating it, so she'd save all her old jam jars for me and I'd send them back re-filled every time I made a new batch. One day when I went round, she'd found an old jelly bag and the stand for it which she no longer used, and gave them to me. Needless to say, her kindness was well-repaid in all flavours of jelly! I think of her every time I use it.

Eva particularly loved gooseberry jam, so I always kept her well-stocked. She declared the batch I made last summer the best she'd ever tasted, and having just completed this year's batch, I would love her opinion on how it compares.


Sadly I can't get Eva's opinion. Sadly my dear, irreplaceable friend died, quite suddenly, in April. Sadly, I didn't realise just how much she meant to me until she was gone.
Eva was a true character, a one-off. Fierce, kind, uncompromising, funny. I will think of her and smile every time I make jam. Especially the gooseberry.

10 comments:

Cottage Smallholder said...

Oh, what a shame that Eva has died. But marvellous that you can celebrate an aspect of her in your jam.

She has passed on wisdom and a sense of fun to you. Great gifts.

aims said...

Eva sounds like an incredible person - how lucky for you.

I've never had gooseberry jam. Can you describe it?

Griffin said...

Annoying isn't it? You come across these gems and slowly it dawns on you that actually it would have been a lot more useful if you had known them for a lot longer than you did... and then they go and die on you... without so much as a by your leave!

On the other hand, she made sure she was a fixture in your memory and there she still lives.

Enjoy the jam and give a toast to Eva... you might even er, Eva sigh to think of her!!

Cathy Martin said...

That was truly beautiful . . . will you write my epitaph (as and when, of course – not planning on needing one just yet!)?

Anonymous said...

I know how you feel as I have some of my grandmothers utensils and when I use them I think of her, so she will continue to "live" on in your memory.

I made gooseberry jam and it is wonderful with grilled goats cheese...

Shepherdess

dragonfly said...

Beautiful...touching...I feel a sense of who/how Eva was. And most importantly what you shared. I am thinking how I loved being part of the Day of Dead Meals - where people cooke foods for their beloved dead and set a table with places for the dead and those alive in body share stories of the parted. Thank you for your sharing.
Elizabeth

Loraine said...

What a lovely little story of friendship. Those influential, fun ones are few and far between, yet so strong in memory its as if they never are really gone.

Anne Hill said...

What a great story! I am so sorry for the loss of your friend. But I look forward to sampling some of your gooseberry jam the next time I'm in Wales!

Earthenwitch said...

Jam sounds gorgeous; hope you're off eating it, wherever you are at the moment.

Lyn said...

Today I am attempting Blackberry and apple jam!
Never tried Gooseberry?
Love
Lyn
xxx