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I wish that I had a Nana or an Aunt still alive. I would run away today and stay with them for 3 days. I would feast on all things 'Nana-ish', soak me up some Nana squishy hugs and love and we could sit cosied up under Nana rugs, sharing stories whilst sipping tea. I would soak up every skerrick of Nana goodness I could absorb before returning home. Would be lovely methinks...sigh.
Do you have Nana's or Aunt's still alive? Tell me a lil about them?
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My nana is gone now, but my love for all things old and nanerish and my love for her lives on in my heart and home...My nana looked like the Queen Mother, and she did indeed love to be told so. Every time I saw her we would say, 'is that a new dress?'...she had so many simple flowery pretty dresses...her skin was like velvet..with a dusting of face powder that smelt good...actually I loved her smell, not a yukky nana smell...a really lovely one...strawberries, raspberry cordial, jubes and powder all mixed in...she walked with a shuffle, from side to side cos her hips were bad, and her fingers were so crinkled and bent from arthritis..she made the best lamb roast and her brussel sprouts were divine, not sure how she cooked them, but they were superb...she would call me 'sweetheart'..in a special way...and blow me kisses as we were walking down the path from her house after visiting...she could unclip her hair from its rollers with one hand..and she kept her hair rollers in a crystal bowl on the sideboard cupboard in the dining room...I loved her, I loved her house...I remember my Papa catching me hugging the dining room door once...I just loved that house so much....she was very special...and now just telling you all that has made me cry, because I really , really loved her...and still do.
My Nana has passed on. She did when I was 7 and I still miss her. On occasion, I get a whiff of her smell. She always smelled of fresh air and baking bread. I have one special auntie still alive but she lives very far away unfortunately.
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