August 13
August 13
The Powell family have been a big part of my life. I met Judith over 40 years ago. One Saturday morning, she and Peter brought their beautiful little daughter, Cordelia, to The White Lion Centre, Islington, where I was giving children's pottery classes. It was love at first sight! I had recently come back to London after finishing college and I was delighted to make friends with such a cheerful, bookish family. We became firm friends and have shared the vicissitudes of life, chats about art, books and politics, over countless cups of tea and delicious homemade cakes and biscuits. I taught, Cordelia throughout her secondary school career. This was a joy and privilege for me. She is a tribute to Judith in all the best ways. I have only recently got to know Imogen and she is equally delightful and smart! I married late, and after our wedding reception we returned to my flat to find that Judith and Cordelia had decorated the porch and the letter box with flowers. We were and still are, so touched by their brilliance, secretiveness and thoughtfulness. At the time, as a relatively newly-wed, I had the idea that it would be nice to get on Eurostar to the south of France for Christmas. Eurostar had other plans, the lines were frozen. I 'phoned, Judith to have a moan but what transpired was the best Christmas I have ever had. Judith didn't hesitate to invite us to spend Christmas day with them. The freezing weather turned sunny and I remember Judith in her quiet, cosy flat, bathed in winter sun. We had our fill of food, jollity, conversation, games and more food! We have never forgotten that Christmas or Judith's spontaneous kindness to us. This act sums up Judith's gentleness, thoughtfulness and generosity over many years. Judith leaves behind her two similarly clever, witty, kind, generous daughters.