Growing up, I remember my Nana (my great-grandmother -my Mom's grandmother on her Mom's side) as being somewhat of a fiery Portuguese woman.She defined the term matriarch. She was tough and you didn't mess with her. If there was a holiday, it was celebrated at Nana and Papa's house - no questions asked. One thing was known for sure, she loved her family.
The great thing that I learned when I went through old
photos after my Grandma passed away is that I found some saucy photos of Nana. She had a great sense of humor which I wasn't exactly privy to. My Great Aunt Mary remembers how my Nana and her sisters would play dress up. And I found the photos to prove it. I just love these photos, particularly the one where Nana shows some leg in the Hawaiian grass skirt.Oh, you funny, funny lady.
No comments:
Post a Comment