With regret, I tell you of my grandmother’s passing. She was my mom’s mom and we all called her Nanny. She was a funny lady, sometimes on purpose, most of the time not. She was from Scotland, came over on the boat when she was a young girl. She was the oldest of 4 kids and her mom, though I never got to meet her, was apparently quite the spitfire. In fact, I’m named after my great-grandmother, Meg, and my Nanny. Her full name was Eleanor Cameron Cole (McNie). My middle name is Elinor. I feel especially close to Nanny and her family because of that.
Nanny lived 94 good, full and funny years. She had 4 kids and 14 grandchildren. She had 15 great grandchildren. In going through her things, my mom found a few letters that my brother and I had written to her long ago. They had the tone of appreciation for being such a fun and funny grandmother. For one particular holiday, she sent my brother and I both $10. I got a $10 bill and Gordon got two $5 bills. Gordon wrote in his thank you letter that he wouldn’t hold it against her that I got $10 but he got two $5s. She never ever gave her grandchildren different bills again. I wrote that I hoped she never died and that she was the best Nanny in a world of Nanny’s.
She would write us very silly letters. I’m sure that she thought that they were well written, understandable and entertaining. Well, she was kinda right. They were hysterical. All the kids and grandkids would get an absolute kick out of receiving a card or letter from Nanny. Once, I received a Christmas card for my cousin. She never received mine, so we aren’t sure where it ended up. She would draw pictures of mountains and skiers on my letters and cards. She would tell me that she was too old to learn to ski but that maybe I could teach her anyway. I’ll miss those letters though I hadn’t received one in quite some time due to her declining health in the past few years.
Her funeral was nice. We had lots of pictures of her and most of them were silly. Some were sweet pictures of her with her grandkids. My favorite being the one with me as about a 4 or 5 year old, sitting with my mom and Nanny on her front steps. We laughed about her funny ways. A cousin read one of the letters he received from her a few years ago. We cried cause we will miss her. She would have loved that my brother wore his kilt and that we all sat around talking about her and enjoying each others company. I got to see some cousins that I haven’t seen in quite some time, that would have made Nanny happy. We joked about putting a dinner roll in our bag, because she always did.
Nanny, we all love you and will dearly miss you. We have so many memories to take with us and we are thankful for that. Take the low road back to Scotland Nanny.
Thank you for allowing me to express my memories of Nanny. I also apologize for some very delayed posts. Hopefully soon I’ll get to posting pictures of our trip to Pittsburgh for Thanksgiving, general Reed funny-ness, and our first Christmas party this year.