This is my Saturday Reblog – I’ve been sick for the last 3 days and cannot possibly be clever right now. So enjoy
I was going to have my Mom read over this post and correct any ‘mis-memories’ in the narrative – but then decided that sometimes the best stories are the ones that we have always believed, regardless if some of the ‘facts’ are slightly askew… so in that spirit, I’m going to share the story of my Grandmother as I have always perceived it. Any inaccuracies are purely my own.
My mom’s mother’s personal story has always fascinated me. Everyone called her “Nanny” – why “Nanny” – I cannot quite remember. As her grandchildren became adults, Nanny would tell us we could introduce her to our friends as something else if we wanted, but she was not ‘something else’ she was Nanny. So Nanny it stayed. The only alternative was a funny nickname we gave her “Nanutza” – which could mean anything or nothing for all we knew – but…
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