I have been asked to give a brief account of my grandfather’s life. It is no easy matter to do so about a man who lived to be eighty-eight and was active until the very last years. Much must be omitted which could be significant. He died over forty years ago. Those who knew him personally are becoming few indeed. For the others, I hope these notes may give an idea of the man he was and the change his profession underwent during his lifetime.
Georges Auguste Escoffier was born in 1846 in Villeneuve Loubet, a village which nestles peacefully below its mediaeval castle, in the neighbourhood of Nice. His father was a congenial blacksmith who read the newspaper, with comments, to his neighbours and at seventy-five walked briskly to the city seven miles away to sell the tobacco he grew. In these happy family surroundings, Auguste spent his first years and schooldays until the age of thirteen.