Kings Funerals Jolanda Stulle Mass Booklet | Seite 15

Jolanda
Most of you here would be either too young or too old to
know Jolanda other than as ‘Nonna’.
As she aged Jolanda embraced the role that she felt
required her to provide comfort and stability, certainly for
her grandchildren, but also to those others that visited her
meticulously clean house in need of a sit-down, a quiet
chat, and perhaps a toasted sandwich. Jolanda was a
‘Nonna’ to many.
Visiting Jolanda was one of life’s constants, for any news
you brought to the table you knew her reaction would
be fixed and known; the correct level of sympathy or
empathy followed by food.
Food was Jolanda’s anchor. It was what she knew best.
It gave her comfort to provide food to friends and family
and indeed comfort food it was to all. Comfort that is until
with plate 2/3 empty but belly quite full one would quietly
try to push the plate away, fully sated, only to be sternly
advised to mangia! mangia! or eat! eat! until the plate was
clean, and you were free.
But her food was low risk, she mastered the recipes that
were most loved, and happily produced
banquets on demand.
Jolanda was generally risk averse, she didn’t like not
knowing the likely outcome of a new path travelled. Which
makes her and her husband Umberto’s decision to take
such a risk, to travel across the world in 1955 to a new
country, carrying little money, little language and little
prospect of decent shoes to buy, so amazing and brave.
Jolanda’s sudden passing will be immediately shocking
and deeply saddening to all that have known her. But
unfortunately, as time passes, those small things, those
small constant things that she selflessly did for those
that she loved, will be missed more and more. Time will
heal, but it will take a long time for the sadness to run its
course, and we will not forget, Jolanda, Mum, Nonna.