Saying Goodbye to One of Our Writers: Trish Maw
Sadly, in June of this year our friend, Trish Maw died after an illness of several months.
Trish was one of our ‘Visitors’ on the website and always a welcome visitor at our meetings and workshops. She liked to spend a couple of months, once or twice a year, in Lanzarote and enthusiastically joined our sessions whenever she was here.
In many ways Trish’s life was unconventional. She was raised in a boys’ boarding school where her step-father was the Head teacher.
‘Not only did my mother not teach me to cook,’ she once complained, ‘I never even saw food being prepared! Chef did that. I ate with the boys and when I was older, and no longer wished to do so, I just said what I wanted and food was brought to my room on a tray.’
Somewhat eccentric and with a fine disregard for the rules of the road, insisting as she did on refusing to drive whilst wearing a seatbelt, Trish was something of a free spirit. She was quite a character and definitely ‘grew on you’ over time.
When she left school Trish learned shorthand and typing. She had several interesting sounding jobs and worked for a few years in America which she obviously adored, speaking of it with great affection and retaining a lifelong love of the music of the swing era.
She never married, although she did speak briefly of at least one, long-standing affair of the heart!
In later years Trish loved attending her writers group in Brixton and went frequently on Writing Courses and Workshops, meeting and getting to know lots of people many of them successful writers.
The first thing she ever had accepted for publication in a magazine was a poem, ‘A Writer’s Dream’. This was followed by many short stories in several magazines, a few competition wins and finally she achieved her ambition of having her first novel accepted for publication. ‘No More Secrets’ was first published in February 2013 and is available from Amazon.
Apparently Trish was a bit of a collector and I am told she left a large number of antiques. She certainly had an eye for quality. On one occasion she told me that her holiday had been paid for by the sale of six bowls left to her by the aunt for whom she had originally bought them, in a second hand shop for a few pounds!
I enjoyed her company and her quirky personality. We miss her in the group and are saddened by her loss.