Spending Time with Nanny

I’d like to take a little time to talk about my grandmother.

Known as Nanny, Nana, and Titi (don’t ask) to us cousins, Nanny is a rather remarkable person. She has an incredible amount of spirit and energy, as well as compassion and strength. She’ll tell you exactly what she thinks about something without becoming overly opinionated, she provides a home for anyone who needs it, and she makes the best Italian food—probably due to her Italian roots. Seriously, homemade meatballs and lasagna and eggplant parmesan? Take that, Olive Garden.

She’s the youngest of seven, and when seven children go onto have children of their own, who then have children of their own—well, you can guess the rest. She grew up in Cambridge, MA, and some of our family still lives in the same townhouse she once called home as a child. Her own mother has a fascinating family story that Nanny typed and bound together, which I have yet to read—getting to it!—but I know it will speak to some amazing roots and family stories.

Plus, she likes the Harry Potter series. I only include that because I am watching HP7.1 as I write this. Plus it seemed like an important detail. 

She’s the perfect matriarch for our family.

I got to spend some time with Nanny over the past week, as we traveled to MD together and then to visit family—via train, something Nanny has been wanting to do again for around 30 years—where she stayed behind to celebrate her brother’s 85th birthday.

Traveling together allowed us some time to spend together just hanging out. Even though it sounds simple, it’s something I don’t get to do as frequently these days.
Again, MD and TN are far apart. When is someone going to invent teleportation? I could really use it to visit Rahul as well.
Spending time with her was much needed and I really valued our time together. After all, I am the oldest grandchild and the most important.

KIDDING! But there is an old picture of Nanny with the three oldest grandchildren and it is EXTREMELY clear in the picture that I was not happy how Nanny was now having to split her attention over three of us instead of focusing it just on me. Sorry, Anthony and Brandie. I can’t help my toddler behavior….

Like they say—whoever they is—if you don’t know where you’re coming from, you don’t where you’re going. I find her to be a wonderful, fascinating, strong woman and truly am grateful to call her my grandmother.

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