Nana was my dad’s mother. Nana was the “spoiler” of the bunch. By which I mean she loved to spoil us by indulging us in such things as taking us out to eat and to places such as Knott’s Berry Farm. Her main difficulty in her ability to “spoil us rotten” was that she didn’t have much money. She was constantly offering us sweets and the like: Nana was, of course, the one who introduced us to Pop-Tarts, with butter, naturally (see my earlier post on Pop-Tarts).
Nana worked as a nurse’s aide, so we often saw her in a crisp, white uniform. I know she worked at one of the local hospitals as well as working privately for individuals. Additionally, she and Daisy were often caring for one relative or another: first Nana’s mother, Lulu, and later Daisy’s sister, Myrna.
Nana just back from work, at our house in 1959:
Nana had a toy poodle named Nicki that she just adored; here they are in 1960:
Nana’s mother, the only great grandparent I ever met:
Nana in 1966; she would have been 75:
A few pictures from earlier times:
Nana lived to be 79, she died in 1970, the same year I graduated from high school. All my memories of her are only ones of my interactions with her; I know nothing of the woman she was when she wasn’t being my “Nana”. I’d give a lot to be able to go back and talk with her!
Tuples and Attributes 