Thursday, June 07, 2007
Puzzles, cookies, and a little green dress
My great-grandmother died two weeks ago, just three months shy of her 100th birthday. Everyone in my family called her Nanny. I don't think she had heard her given name in years. Nanny was a quilter. Everyone in the family has at least one quilt hand pieced, and maybe even hand quilted by Nanny. I even have a quilt top that needs backing and quilting. Nanny was my source of information on the "old days." The first time I heard about carding and spinning (cotton) I went to Nanny and asked. She dug out some old carders for me, and explained how they worked. When I was little, hopping across the US with my military father and mother, we would always come back home, where the rest of the family was. I would walk up the driveway from my grandmother's house to Nanny's. She let me (and usually Cousin J) in the garage door. We would procure a cookie from the jar in the kitchen, and go sit with her in the living room on her vinyl sofa. There was always a puzzle half worked on a card table in the corner of the room, and masses of family pictures on every flat surface. I swear, every time I walked up to her little house, I would ask about the little green dress hanging in the kitchen. I vaguely remember the story (remember, I *did* need to ask all the time) that she wore it as a little girl, but when I asked my aunt about the dress, she said it was a "holder." Of what, I don't know, but that dress and sitting with my cookie in her living room are what I think of when I think of Nanny. My daughter got to meet her great-great-grandmother, twice, and for that I'm thankful. I still haven't shed a tear over Nanny's passing, but I think that's because I know she had a full, happy life with her family. The family reunion was just a month before her death, so she got to see us all one last time. I just wanted to remember Nanny to someone else, and let my daughter know who that little old lady was in the pictures from when she was one.


Blogger Camille said...
What a beautiful tribute. I am sorry for your loss, but glad you have such rich memories.

My grandma is a puzzle worker too. When the time comes, it's one of those things I'll remember too. All her puzzles were always missing a few pieces; her dog was addicted to cardboard and would sneak a few pieces while no one was looking.

Blogger GoldieLocs said...
I too am sorry for your loss, but you have great memories. That's wonderful.

I remember trying to force myself to cry when my great-grandmother died and feeling so guilty. Don't question your feelings. Just feel them. You'll do what you need to do, when you need to do it.

Keep well.