Thursday, March 19, 2015
She is my grandmother.
She was a beauty.
I've always liked good stories. She was a great storyteller. The older she got the better the stories. In her later years, each time I visited she welcome me waving her cane in the air and requesting an 'audience' near her. When I sat down she'd begin to regale me on her favorite tale of her boyfriend, 'old man Dunn', when she resided on Prince Edward Island (PEI). As I recall, the punchline surrounded her pounding on an outhouse door and yelling to the inhabitant of same, "Are you Dunn?" She laughed so hard at the confusion between the "Are you Dunn?" and "Are you Done?" I'm still smiling right now. I was always chuckling around this lady. We celebrated her birthday on February 28th each year, because she claimed she was born the next day (Leap Year). After she passed, my Mom said, "What are you talking about? Nana was born on March 1st". I'm still confused on that one. She just loved playing with us.
A joker right until the end.
I think my storytelling comes from her.
I've been told I have a sense of humor.
Again, lifeline travels from her.
What a gal!