Nancy asked me to take this picture of her because "I don't have any pictures of me by myself." I, of course, had to coax her into smiling for the picture. I didn't get a chance to print it for her, so I'm posting it so that she gets her picture by herself. ;-)
The poem below is meant to wrap us in memory and motivate us to make The Grant Family Reunion a priority. Truly, we just don't know when we will see each other again.
Bein' Back Home
HOME agin, an' home to stay —
Yes, it's nice to be away.
Plenty things to do an' see,
But the old place seems to me
Jest about the proper thing.
Mebbe 'ts 'cause the mem'ries cling
Closer 'round yore place o' birth
'N ary other spot on earth.
W'y it's nice jest settin' here,
Lookin' out an' seein' clear,
'Thout no smoke, ner dust, ner haze
In these sweet October days.
What's as good as that there lane,
Kind o' browned from last night's rain?
'Pears like home has got the start
When the goal's a feller's heart.
What's as good as that there jay
Screechin' up'ards towards the gray
Skies? An' tell me, what's as fine
As that full-leafed pumpkin vine?
Tow'rin' buildin's — yes, they're good;
But in sight o' field and wood,
Then a feller understan's
'Bout the house not made with han's
Let the others rant an' roam
When they git away from home;
Jest gi' me my old settee
An' my pipe beneath a tree;
Sight o' medders green an' still,
Now and then a gentle hill.
Apple orchards, full o' fruit,
Nigh a cider press to boot —
That's the thing jest done up brown;
D'want to be too nigh to town;
Want to have the smells an' sights,
An' the dreams o' long still nights,
With the friends you used to know
In the keerless long ago.—
Same old cronies, same old folks,
Same old cider, same old jokes.
Say, it's nice a-gittin' back,
When yore pulse is growin' slack,
An' yore breath begins to wheeze
Like a fair-set valley breeze;
Kind o' nice to set aroun'
On the old familiar groun',
Knowin' that when Death does come,
That he'll find you right at home.
~Paul Laurence Dunbar
Remembering is an act of resurrection, each repetition a vital layer of mourning, in memory of those we are sure to meet again.~Nancy CobbPlease post your fond memories of Nancy here for us all to enjoy. See you soon. ~Wanda
When I was young I like to hang around Nancy when she would come home to visit. Believe it or not, I talk a lot, so Nancy ask me if I talk in my sleep? I said I don't know because I'm sleeping.She was sweet in her own way. Her favorite phrase was "Come on." She would say "come on, are you serious?
ReplyDeleteWhen I came home for Thanksgiving. I went to my friends house to pick pecans and Nancy invited herself. When we got there she picked up about 25 pecans then went back to the car and ate them. She had the nerve to get upset with us when we had a bucket full and she had a few. So we decided to pick her a half bucket and she was upset because we didn't full her bucket, but that was cousin/Aunt Nancy!!!
LOL! Thanks Auntie for sharing.
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