I love you Nana, I will always remember you.

My dear Nana (my great Grandmother) passed away this spring of pneumonia at the ripe old age of 96 years old. She had an amazing life that I only fully learned about after her death. I remember my Nana as an always sweet woman who was always offering things. She had a beautiful southern drawl that was un mistakable. I never once heard her raise her voice or speak ill of another person. She worked tirelessly at each family reunion I attended. I didn't have the opportunity to see her very frequently but when I did I remember her being very sweet. I had never met anyone like her before and I never will. I love you Nana. I know you are happy up in heaven with Papa.

Four generations on the fifth generation's porch. I was really sad to never be able to get a picture of the 5 generations. At least I got one on Nana's porch.

Nana's orange tree has always been a hit. She had the best oranges around. When we were there for the funeral we picked a bucket full and brought them home with us. They went fast. The thing I remember most about visiting Nana and Papa's home was their garden. It was always amassing. They really optimized all the space they had. I hope to some day do the same.

These are the blackberry bushes that I loved to so through and pick from when I was a kid. I remember spending hours searching for the sweet berries. Nana a lot of times would send us home with a jar full of really tasty jam. I took a small start of this bush so that I can carry on the tradition at home.

These are the beads that hung in front of Nana's closet. We weren't allowed to play in them but I remember every so often when I was a little girl I would sneak in there and play with them. I always thought they were so neat.