I had a bit of inspiration recently that compelled me to think about Annie’s Grandma, she went by “Nani” (Nah-Nee). She was born Christmas Day 1925, today she would have been 90 years old. She was a little tiny feisty lady. She was Italian and always dressed the part. She had oversized coke bottle eyeglasses and had a thick Rhode Island accent. “Come hee-ah Honey, gimme a hug! Way-uz my dahling Lydia?” I met her back when Annie and I…
It all happened so fast. Lyd’s sitting on her chair, eating her Peach Cobbler when my open palm flew toward her face. Stunned silence was all around the table as Lyd sat there, eyes tightly shut. Then she wiped the whipped cream off of her face and began laughing. Over the next ten minutes everybody at the table ended up with whipped cream on their faces. Laughter pretty much replaced Peach Cobbler for this evening’s dessert. This is one of…
This morning I’m braiding Lyd’s hair, the news was on, an update on the San Bernardino Shooting came up. “Daddy? Did someone shoot a bunch of people?” “Yes. Sweetie, someone did a terrible thing, the most terrible thing you can do actually.” “Why?” “I honestly do not know.” (taking a cue from a Mr. Rogers quote I once read) “But watch, see that lady being helped? There are always people helping. I want you to remember that and look for…