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She was born one winter's eve in 1905

The beautiful baby of the skies

Light in her steps and free in her being

She grew to be a beautiful woman

With style and flare,and her gracefullness beyond the air





Grandmother,you have taught me so much

I cherish the days of long ago,and the moments

we have shared

Your sense of humor and caring nature

The love you have given to us all





For there will never be someone so adored

As the little lady who lived on the sycamore tree lane

With her essence permeating the air of cakes and cookies

Always having a drawer filled with sweets,the kids smiling

The days of AC and pulling that lever,and hearing the ching of the

money come down,the blackened hands of forever waiting





The laughs and love in this expression

My Grandmother,my blessings to you

For you are always in my thoughts and

forever etched in my soul and being

I love you Little Nanny~



Happy Birthday January 16th 1905~102 yrs old