Sunday, August 17, a.d. 2014
RCL, Year A, Proper 15, Track 1
Nanaw and Sniffles
Good morning. When I was a kid, I remember listening to stories
about my great grandma Nanaw, whom I never met. Nanaw was my mother’s paternal
grandmother, and I never heard a nice story about her. In fact, this past week,
I contacted a family member about Nanaw. And this person, who shall remain
anonymous, wrote in an email:
“It’s not nice to speak of the dead in a negative way, but Nanaw was one mean old woman. Straight as a stick in her corset and blue hair, she drove like she was the only person on the road.”
