Thursday, July 10, 2014
She taught me to sew, cook, iron, appreciate the arts, the beauty of nature, and to stay calm through any storm. Nana's was a genteel life - garden parties, card parties and dressing up, yet she dealt daily with the realities of farm life, and enduring no matter what. She made the best pot roast in the world in her cast iron dutch oven, and she entertained me for countless hours with complicated card games. She sang, Home, Home on the Range with my friends, and she LOVED Johnny Cash.She was the loving "other" parent to go to when our house with 7 children next door, became a bit much for my mother.
We took countless trips to Boston to visit the beautiful department stores, museums, see plays, have sundaes at Bailey's, visit the Public Gardens, ride the swan boats, and made delicious picnics for out annual trips to Provincetown.
Nana fed the multitudes of feral cats that lived on our farm, and she instilled my soul with family history and her beautiful memories of growing up over her father's hardware store in Philadelphia.
She encouraged me to always put my best foot forward and look my best each day. She let me take naps in her beautiful bedroom with the flowered wallpaper, windows open with the scent of roses and towering privet hedge drifting through my dreams. There I felt so safe and loved, always.
Thank you, Nana, I loved you beyond belief and that love grows each day. Now, I am Nana to many, and will be having the chance to pass on what you gave me, to my beloved Teddy, as I move to "his" house very soon. May I be a fraction of what you were and are to me!!