Thursday, November 20, 2014
How do you sum up nearly 99 years- all the lives you've touched and the memories you've made? It's impossible, but I'd like to share two of my favourites:
My grandmother was a feisty, sharp as a tack character who in all of her nearly 99 years had no addictions, well expect two: Juicy romance novels and candy. The last place you ever wanted to be was between Nanny and her candy. Nanny was at my Mom's for a visit and I was staying over also. One night very late at night, probably around 12:30 am I hear the rustling of plastic in Nan's room. I thought those rotten cats are going to wake her. So I stand down the end of the hall in a sharp whisper, I say "get out here," again, "get out here" then I see movement to my right, the cat is staring at me, then I look to my left and there is the other cat curled up on the chair. I guess any time is a good time for candy. The next morning my mom and stepdad and I had a great laugh about that and it still makes me smile.
Until the last few years my grandmother came to NS every year to spend 3 or 4 months with us in the summer and early fall. Allen and I always picked her up at the airport and saw her off at the end of her visit. Mom would help her with packing and tried to make sure that Nanny didn't have any prohibited items in her carryon. Every year, without fail, Nan would somehow (unwittingly) manage to get a few items past Mom's attention and airport security would have us with scissors, knitting needles, and various other contraband. It got to be a real family joke how Nan managed to do this every year despite our efforts. There is nothing sweeter than your 80 something year old grandmother- the smuggling knitter. But then, after sweating our way through security we'd go up to the boarding lounge. The three of us had many, many great chats up there watching the planes come and go.
I will miss you Nan. We love you very much.
