“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.”
~ Roald Dahl
My maternal Grandfather, Cedric Beresford Nurcombe, better known as Ceddie to those he loved, died two days before Christmas in 2005. He was a wonderful man; hard working, honest, with a great sense of humour and true old-fashioned values.
His marriage to my grandmother, Margaret ( we all called her Marga) remains one of the defining love stories of my life. They met when they were both so young, and were devoted to each other their entire lives.
Recently my mum shared with me something very dear that she’d found when getting the old family home ready for sale after my grandmother’s death – Ceddie’s old, worn leather wallet, with his initials embossed on a gold button on the front.
I held that soft leather in my hands and remembered all the times Ceddie had brought that wallet out to buy us kids an ice-cream, or to put petrol in the car, or diesel in the boat. It was as much a part of him as my grandmother’s beaded coin purse was of her.
What was still inside that wallet after his death is what I find most moving, and most revealing about my grandfather.
Ceddie was born in Longreach, the son of a drover, and his early life (which he rarely talked about) was hard. He qualified to become a wool classer, and eventually moved to to the city, marrying my grandmother and setting up the Apex Wool Scour in Brisbane. Still, my grandfather was a country boy who never lost his love for the land, or the memory of where he’d come from.
Here in his wallet was evidence of that. A tiny clipping from a 1950s newspaper with prices for wool sales. Saved as a precious relic for all that time.
Another newspaper clipping from the 1960s – the funeral notice for his sister, Florence.
There are two faded tickets for a Jazz Recital at the Concert Hall in Brisbane back in 1988. My grandparents loved their music. It must have been a memorable occasion for him to have kept those stubs.
But the most touching thing of all is a much-folded and worn piece of paper, on which is written a recipe for Baked Custard. The recipe is painstakingly numbered into steps by a man who was more used to welding, building, power tools and outdoors work than being helpful in the kitchen.
The kitchen was always my grandmother’s realm. Marga was Queen of the Kitchen and we all acknowledged her skill. She was the one whose love of cooking sparked my own. Marga reigned supreme in the house, and in her garden. My grandfather took care of driving, business and everything else.
But as she aged, my grandmother suffered from poor health. She was diabetic, her eyesight began to fail, and she was hospitalised for a series of infections which had started in her jaw and then nearly killed her.
Marga couldn’t eat the hospital food. She was losing weight, losing strength and losing hope. So my grandfather took careful notes, and made her a baked custard which he brought up to her – good nourishing food to her own recipe. He kept making the baked custard for her until she came home, and even after that he continued to bake it for the rest of his life, taking great pride in his ability to make the ‘perfect’ custard dish. For months it was all his beloved wife could eat. Marga used to credit my grandfather’s cooking with saving her life. In fact, I’m sure it did.
I treasure the secrets in my grandfather’s wallet. They’re a window into what was most precious in his life. They reveal a man with the tenderest of hearts.
That little scrap of paper with the custard recipe shows me that true love exists and endures, and that love, home and family remain the most important things in the world.
My wish for you today is that your own heart be filled with what matters most to you. All my love, ♥ Nicole xx
16 thoughts on “The Hidden Secrets of my Grandfather’s Heart”
Such a beautiful and heart warming story. Just when we think that love and the intensity of the heart don’t matter, here is a tale to remind us that there is great happiness to be found between people who care for each other beyond words. Baked custard for the soul.
Thank you for sharing such a sweet memory of your grandfather.
Don’t forget to have that recipe framed!
I’m weeping into my hot chocolate . Such a lovely story . Now there is a real man for you …one who can make custard .
Wow. That was pure magic. So well told. What an extraordinary gift your grandparents gave to your family, pure and simple love and devotion. Thanks
What a wonderful love your grandparents shared.
It makes me very grateful also to have such a loving husband. Now that I suffer from restri cted mobility,and have limited use of my hands, due to an autoimmune disease ,I have to rely on him for so much. He encourages me in the things that I can still accomplish, but helps me out with so much. It is sometimes difficult to accept help, as I was such a hands on active person.
I truly appreciate his devotion and love so that we can share treasured moments tiogether with loving friends and family.
Blessings to you Nicole. It was such a pleasure to read your blog from home when we were o/s.Nice to hear of the stormy nights and the familiar wildlife. Home is where the heart is after all.Thanks for all your posts and lyrical writing, you write so well.x
Beautiful Nicole, tears to the eyes. Thank you for sharing.
Nicole, thank you for sharing such a beautiful story. Your grandfather’s love for his wife and family is shown in the more recent photo – his face showed the openness and integrity that you express with your writing. xox
What a wonderful man. You were so fortunate to have him as your grandfather.
Beautiful memories. What a beautiful man. Real love. This is what is important. You know, I am glad that this story has brought me to tears. Life would mean nothing if you didn’t care. This is what it is all about xox
That is so beautiful! I had such a clear image of your grandfather, standing in the kitchen, carefully working through each of the “steps” in the custard recipe, making sure he got it all right. Thank you for sharing.
This was a truly touching story. I thank you so much for sharing it with all of us….Tears still in my eyes as I write Love, Ashtara
Just what my heart & soul needed at just the right time! And why would it be otherwise… because you, dearest Nicole, are a gift of the Universe. BEAUTIFUL story from a BEAUTIFUL lady — thank you 🙂 Love always xox
Nicole that is such a heart warming story. Their love for each other seemed as sweet as the baked custard! Such beautiful memories. Thank you for sharing 🙂