Nanna Waddy’s Autograph
This one’s for you Sonda. Not because I think you need the advice but because it’s written in CAPITALS!
Nanna Waddy was my mother’s mother. We didn’t see her as often as my other nanna because she didn’t live locally. She passed away when I was in my late teens. Her husband passed away when I was very little and I have no memories of him, only photos. Here is what nanna wrote in my autograph book when I was eight:
BOYS FLYING KITES HAUL IN THEIR WHITE WINGED BIRDS
YOU CAN’T DO THAT WHEN YOU’RE FLYING WORDS
THOUGHTS UNEXPRESSED MAY SOMETIMES FALL BACK DEAD
BUT GOD HIMSELF CAN’T KILL THEM ONCE THEY’RE SAID
Nanna Waddy was a formidable lady. She was a ward sister (nurse) and she ran a tight ship, or so I heard. She liked everything neat and tidy, and that included her grandchildren. I remember her giving me a bath in the kitchen sink. Thankfully I was not old enough to be embarrassed about the scene I was making in the kitchen window.
Nanna Waddy’s love for us came in the form of countless knitted jumpers which came with a hand-written note saying “Love in every stitch.” I am ashamed to say that I didn’t entirely appreciate those jumpers, particularly the bottle green ones that were part of my school uniform. I think plenty of adult crafters know the feeling of their wares being under-appreciated. I certainly do now.
I think of nanna every time I make a bed using “hospital corners” on the sheet. I think it was my dad who taught me how (he’s a nurse too) but it’s my nanna’s critical eye I feel over my shoulder. 🙂