Monday, December 14, 2009

I Miss Nana

I love Christmas, as many of us do. Right now, I'm very footed in the present, making sure all the frippery gets frappered and the Big Event goes off smoothly. It's only natural that when I am alone in the car heading out for Christmas shopping and the miles fly by, I am transported to Christmases of old, and I remember those who are no longer with me to celebrate.

One person I have been thinking of lately is my Nana. I adored both of my grannies, who were and continue to be my role models. They both have been gone for many years, but never forgotten. Rather than pine, which Nana would find absurd, I do something for my kids that my Nana did for me: I make chop-chop eggs and toast and serve them up on Nana's bridge china. How can soft-boiled eggs chopped up with butter and salt and pepper and served with buttery toast be so good? Because Nana made them with love.

One of her many talents was playing duplicate bridge and smiting all her opponents, but always with a smile. I have the dainty plates and cups she used at her bridge parties, and I use them and enjoy the heck out of them, just as Nana always enjoyed life. Nana is still with me.




3 comments:

A Novel Woman said...

Ah gee, I'm tearing up reading this. I loved both my grandmothers too, and one in particular because she lived closer and I saw her a lot when I was growing up. She used to take me to high tea with her friends, and I felt so grownup. I always wore white gloves, too. I remember we were served these special ice cream fruits that were so cold, they stuck to our tongues. Ah, I miss her every day...

Lottery Girl said...

Dear NW,

Ahhh... What a lovely memory! High Tea! That sounds so wonderful. Grandmothers are the best!

A Novel Woman said...

Aren't they though? I can hardly wait to be one meself. Okay, I CAN wait, I'm just impatient.