I was just looking through your web site, as I do a couple times
a week, and in looking at the menu was reminded of Mrs. P.
I have to tell you that, I did not learn of her death until late
spring, I was very upset to say the least, not only for her family,
but because I had met this wonderful woman on a couple of occasions.
This is my favorite personal memory of her:
My sister and I have been to England several times, the first being
in 1986 for The Final (from Friday AM 6/27 to Sunday, 6/29). We
live on the east coast of the US. The Friday before the concert,
we went to Edgware and had our only meal of that crazy weekend at
the Angus Pride. It was a great experience. Jack and his staff were
wonderful to us.
In November, '86, we went back to England for two weeks. During
that time we ate at Angus Pride (Mr. Jack's) many times, it became
our home away from home. I don't know if it's because my sister
and I are George's and Melanie's age, or because we never played
twenty questions about George, but it felt like family and we were
treated that way too. On some of these nights Mrs. P would be there.
On our last night in London, we went to dinner and we were telling
Jack and Mrs. P our travel plans for the following day, she was
so concerned that we have a safe trip and that the idea of her two
daughters traveling by themselves as we were doing made her nervous.
When we landed in Newark I told my sister, I feel like we should
call Mrs. P and tell her that we made it home in one piece. She
was truly a lady.
Just thought I'd share.