|Doris enjoys a summer afternoon at her home.|
I remember Nanny very well, though I didn't really get to know her until I was 12 or so. Her stubborn wisdom was the guiding force of a very large and happy family, and her tales and mannerisms the stuff of legend. If you weren't a little shit, you weren't anybody, and if you were very, very good, she might only tell you your flaws once in an evening. Not that anybody minded. Nanny left quite a mark on everyone who met her. She is fondly remembered for all her idiosyncrasies.
She has gone on to join her husband, Bernardin, who passed away (if I recall correctly) six years ago next month. All of us are still a little surprised. She was so stubborn that we were fairly certain she would be giving the eulogy at our great-grandchildren's funerals.
Rest in peace, Nanny. We all miss you.