Nelda Hofmann

Tribute to my Mom
How can I sum up in a few words a relationship of some fifty-five years and a life that lasted seventy-eight? What should I talk about? Do I try to remember only the good times like growing up in Coventry, Connecticut, where everything was taken from our garden and where my mom baked fresh bread every week? Where my dad had a garden and we either canned or froze everything from it? Everything that was made for me to eat at that time was created by the love of my...

I met Nelda soon after I moved back to Manchester CT, she worked at the Brass Key and like a little mother hen took me under her wing to help me settle into an apartment above hers. we became fast friends--I loved her very much--I am so sorry to read about her passing. David I would love to hear from you--it has been so long, My sincere sympathies in the loss of your Mom.