Wednesday, August 10, 2022
Grandmothers are special people, and we’re so blessed to have had Nannie.
Nannie knew what every grandkid did and what every grandkid liked. You could count on her to have up-to-date pictures of everyone on the fridge and she’d tell you about each kid’s hockey/skiing/school/musical talents as you went for a cookie.
An adept seamstress, Nannie sewed me baby blankets and clothes for my dolls and stuffed animals - including articles I’m thankful to still have. When I was older she took me on trips to Fabricville and taught me how to sew aprons and potholders and a Christmas stocking that was bigger than Tim’s.
At the Belleisle, you could count on Nannie to invite you for a 7 am dip, find fiddleheads and/or blueberries, update the journal, and remind us at dessert that if you only ate the icing, you were missing the best part of the cake.
I’ll always be grateful for the Saturdays she took me to Poley, and all the weeks she drove me back to school after early-morning synchro practice (always arriving with the heated seat on and asking “did you get your feet off the bottom yet?”).
Calm in any situation, Nannie bravely served as the licenced passenger needed in the vehicle when Tim and I started to learn to drive.
She knew I loved mashed potatoes and gravy, and her homemade cheese sauce on broccoli, which she served at many Sunday dinners and holiday meals at Crescent drive
(even though granddad consistently noted broccoli was bad for his blood thinners).
She loved a short phone call and was good to sit with on a sad day.
I’m so grateful to have had her in my life, and am so grateful she’s now at peace with Grandad, Dad, and hopefully Chippy the dog.
Ski a run for me Nan,
Xoxoxoxo
