Twelve months after their marriage, Margaret & David were blessed with the birth of John and then just 17 months later with the birth of Jane. This was a great joy to her and one which was later to be added to by the birth of her two lovely grandchildren. Margaret was a devoted wife, mother and grandmother making her family her top priority and would go on to be enormously proud of her children's achievements. Her pride in her family knew no bounds so much so that after John obtained his PhD and having post still arriving at the house still addressed to 'Mr Goodwin' an indignant Margaret wrote to John's bank telling them his details needed changing from "Mr" to "Dr" after John hadn't bothered to do it himself. Many of you will also have heard Margaret speak at length(!) about the joy which Jane and the grandchildren brought her. She was a wonderful cook.... John recalls that his mum, arguably, made the best fruit cakes in the world. She kept John in a constant supply during his student years and well beyond. This meant that John always had something for breakfast during his hall of residence years - a fact that would have horrified his mother at the time if she'd known, as every phone call home generally started with the question "are you eating properly". Jane remembers that she never ceased to amaze with the variety of birthday cakes she made year after year, such as Mr Men characters, trains and different animals. Jane writes..... As I’m sure you will all know, Mum was kind, patient and always there for me and John. She always put us and our needs before her own. She had many talents which I admired and now, as a Mum myself, greatly envy. As well as her amazing cooking, she also made toys and clothes for us, in fact some of the toys I still have to give to my own children. I’m sure you will also know that she had a great passion for gardening and was brilliant at flower-arranging. But Mum’s talents didn’t end there. I remember when Mum and Dad took me over to France to begin the 3rd year of my university course. There was a leak in the ceiling of the hotel we stayed in. There was Dad with his (albeit very old) A level in French, and me about to embark on my 3rd year of a French and German degree, but who could remember the French word for “ceiling”? Of course, Mum! And she never let us forget it! Mum was also extremely organised and liked everything to be just right. She was often horrified by my lack of etiquette, such as using kitchen roll instead of serviettes! This earned her the nickname “Hyacinth” but you need to know your sitcoms to appreciate the significance of that. Mum was a wonderful Grannie to her two Grandchildren. Anyone could see how much they meant to her. With her limited physical ability, she took much pleasure from giving them cuddles, singing to them, feeding them treats and choosing clothes for them on the internet. The best thing I think I can do in Mum’s memory, is to try to be as good a mother to my children as she was to me. If I can be half as good as she was then I’ll be happy! John recalls that his mother's practical support of her family extended well into their adult years. One particular weekend when his mum and dad were coming to visit him at his flat. Aware of his mum's uncanny ability to spot a cobweb or spec of dust at 20 paces he decided to clean his flat from top to bottom before they arrived. Mum and Dad arrived, had their cup of tea and then Mum needed to use the bathroom. She had been gone for a while and John and his Dad were starting to get worried. On going to investigate Margaret was found in the bathroom wearing a pair of marigolds with a bottle of Cif in one hand and a scrubbing brush in the other. John hadn't anticipated that, whilst his flat was clean, it was far from “mum clean”.