Monday everyone was talking about Nanny's mother Granny Rose. She died when I was four(I think) but I remember a few things from going to her house and when she came to the camp with us. But most of the things I know are stories. She always made banana pudding when people came over, but it was the worst banana pudding ever...somehow she made it runny. She had someone bring her snuff every week when she was in the nursing home, and accused the granddaughters of being lazy because she didn't have great grandchildren...while one of them was pregnant. Her son's swear that when my Nanny and Aunt Billie moved out and got married they nearly starved to death from the lack of good cooking. From the looks of it I come from a long line of spunky women who were all quirky and interesting. I hope that when I have kids and grandkids that they find me to be just as spunky and interesting as everyone else in the family. I hope that one day I have a girl that I can tell about the miracle of cold cream, and how to tie a scarf.
It is weird how typing up all of my thoughts seems to be helping with this. But I am gonna miss her trying to make me line dance, I always tried but I couldn't keep up. Those ladies at the Shrine will give you a run for your money.And that photo down below, its our last and most recent professional family photo where we are all together. Nanny is standing next to me by the way. And our dress hunt for her dress was so funny, we tried on so many dresses and finally bought one that I loved...then she went home and exchanged it for the one she loved that she found in her size, but aren't Nanny and her sister(in the lavender) so stylish and pretty. Nothing about those two and their attitudes says a day over thirty, or grandma for that matter... just fun spunky women that I love to death.