“Most of our family are lawyers or accountants, but Freddie insisted he wasn’t clever enough and wanted to play music and sing. My husband and I thought it was a phase he would grow out of and expected he would soon come back to his senses and return to proper studies. It didn’t happen. It was an excuse, of course, and instead Freddie went to Ealing Art College where he studied for a diploma in art and graphic design. I felt particularly sad when Freddie decided to leave home and move to a flat in west London. He was always playing music and an elderly neighbour complained about the noise so he said it was time to go. I told him I understood
He first had a flat and then a big house, also in Kensington, but when he wasn’t away on tour, he would come home regularly. He always liked my cooking, especially my dahls, sweet and sour mince and cheese biscuits. When he was famous and had people to dinner he’d sometimes ask me to make them for him.
He was so generous, too. One day he bought me a complete set of antique silver cutlery to apologise for not turning up for a meal. I didn’t like to use it as it was so posh, so only put it out when he came. He also invited us for meals prepared by his cook and made a big fuss of me. When I went into the kitchen out of habit to help, he’d insist I sat down and relax.
I still feel he is around because his music is played so often. It reassures me that he is still loved by people all over the world, but of course, none of them love him as much as his mother.
No mother wants to see her son die, but, at the same time, he has done more for the world in his short life than many people could do in 100 years.”
(October 16, 1922 – November 13, 2016)