My Nana

Antique stores never used to intrigue me. I remember many Saturdays shuffling in and out of them with my mom and nana. I never stopped to admire the beautiful pieces they held. Personally, I preferred the toy store and then, eventually, the mall.

As I got older my nana got older too. Her house was packed with all of those treasures she had gathered over the years and I began to see what she loved about them. Whenever I would visit, she would want to know which items I liked. She kept detailed information about every piece and which of her children, grandchildren and even great-grandchildren it would be passed down to.

Nana has been gone for several years now but because of her thoughtfulness, I am surrounded by her memory every day. The Depression glass she left me is displayed in her old jelly cupboard in my kitchen. The hope chest that belonged to her best friend is the coffee table in my family room. Even her first embroidery is hanging on the wall in my hallway.

As I publish my first post on this blog, I thought it was appropriate to begin with my nana. So much of who I am and what I love can be traced back to her.