MY NANNY

Today is Nanny day. Nanny was a heck of a gal. She was creative and funny and witty and sarcastic and sweet and loving. She carried her purse down the isle at all of our weddings. She made us many, many Christmas presents. She and my grandfather sat daily and had a morning devotion - it was a beautiful sight. She was the queen of homemade crafts and she made up recipes that were awesome. Who knew that you can make Santa's out of coke cans & terracotta pots or that a concoction of apples, crescent rolls, and sprite was to die for!She tolerated HH passion (she always rolled her eyes at him) and she made awesome chicken fried steak and roast. She loved her roses and her cat and her family (in no particular order, all though I think the cat trumped us all). With the utmost respect I say this - she was a Yankee through & through! Great grandkids called her "cookie nanny". Us grandkids all had different names for her. Once my grandfather called her the "Queen Bee". BIG MISTAKE. By lunch he had recanted because it was becoming increasingly clear that he was going to be on his own for food and laundry if he didn't. She hated tornadoes and loved adventures. Peanut butter cookies on Christmas Eve, festive cake Christmas day. And the robe - the red robe - oh how I missed it this year. She got her hair done weekly - come hell or high water. Not a big make-up lady but accessories - oh she loved accessories - purses and earrings! Nanny is buried at my parents farm. They have gotten a beautiful headstone for both her & my grandfather. Though I miss her terribly some days, I don't mourn her death. Why? Because I know where she is and with Whom she is with. She loved Jesus and strived to serve Him with all she had. She did a fantastic job.
Besides she would fuss at me if I did. Absolutely no sense in it:)