Memories of Days Gone By
The other day I was going through some old boxes I had in storage that belonged to my mom. I came across a couple of boxes full of her Lilliput Lane cottages. She loved collecting those cottages. There was just something about them that made her happy. Maybe it’s because they remind her of England which she loved or maybe they took her away to a different time. Whatever it was loved them.
On our first trip to England we visited the Lilliput Lane factory. She was not disappointed when the woman in the gift shop realized what a fan my mom was she mentioned that David Tate was there that day. Then asked if we wanted to meet him. My mom was like a teenage girl at a boy band concert. She could hardly contain her excitement.
Meeting David Tate
Mr. Tate was more than happy to come up and meet us and it wasn’t just a quick “hello.” He spent a fair amount of time chatting with us and even offered to sign the cottages my mom had purchased. He shared with us stories about certain cottages and why he chose to create those particular ones. He was such a nice person and we really enjoyed our visit with him.
This was a memory she would talk about over and over again. Every time she told the story it was with the same excitement as the first time she told it. The loss of David Tate was not only the loss of a great artist and lovely person but his loss reminds me of the loss of my mother.
Every time I look at one of her cottages, I am reminded of that day and what a wonderful time we had. I thank Mr. Tate for making such a wonderful memory for my mom and for me.