|I don't know who's in this picture with her, but love this early picture.|
My Nonnie gave me the nickname Tissy-Teenie. From this the prevailing names of my childhood came, Krissi and Teenie. She taught me to bake bread, and made the most amazing biscuits. She was truly kind. She once canned green beans while a tornado went by. When asked what she was thinking, she said, "If the Lord wanted to take me, he'd take me. In the meantime, those beans weren't going to can themselves."
|Nonnie with her brothers and sisters, and my mom photobombing|
|It was about this age when my Nonnie was sure that my Uncle Phillip couldn't tell the difference between the front and back yards.|
|With her baby brother|
She read to my older brother and me more than she probably wanted to. She introduced us to Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, The Little Princess, and A Secret Garden.
I always wanted to be just like her.
|When they went to pick up one of my aunts. I think this is Ruth Ann.|
|I'm sure I got my sense of style from her. I'm going to start calling my head scarves 'Nonnies.'|
I called my Nonnie long distance for the first time when I was barely 18, just out of boot camp, from A school in San Diego, California. Prior to that, our phone conversations had consisted of,"Hi, Nonnie. Can I come over?"
|The first picture I found of us together|
The pay phone was across the hall from my room, and while my mom got my drunken, homesick, middle of the night phone calls whose only purpose was to say goodnight, Nonnie got the occasional phone call to just chat.
|With her brother, my Uncle Bill|
San Diego was followed by Norfolk, Virginia, Spain, Italy, Greece, Florida, and Maine. We would talk until my pre-paid calling card ran out. When unlimited long distance came into my life in Maine, we would talk for as long as we had time.
Nonnie had a stroke right after Dominic was born. She didn't die for another 3 years, but talking on the phone was hard. I miss her.