If you are in your late 40’s and still have your maternal grandmother around, raise your hand. How about your paternal grandmother? Now for the winner takes all, if you are pushing 50 and still have both grandmothers around, alive and kicking, raise both hands and take a bow because according to my poll, you are one of the few who does. I am also one of those few. My grandmothers have 202 years between the both of them! Nowadays, it’s a blessing to have both parents around. Heck, it’s a blessing to have anyone around or to be around, no matter age, but that’s another topic.
Today, Sunday June 22nd, my maternal grandmother turns 102. Take a minute to let that sink in. One. Hundred. And. Two! She’s relatively healthy and none the worse for wear. Many are lucky to be half her age with faculties intact. Blessings indeed.
The last time I saw Nennie was in 2004 when I took Amie to St. Vincent to meet my family and to proposed to her. She was the same as when I left her in 1989, full of vim and vinegar, (whatever that means). She could still out-swear most and her voice could still be heard before she is seen. Nennie hasn’t lost her sense of style and still refuses to wear anything that she didn’t deem stylish. “They must be think me old!” She would say to anyone who dared to give her something that was more age-appropriate. When Amie proudly displayed her engagement ring to her, she did not hesitate to let Amie know that in her jewelry box were rings that were the same, if not better. As we bid her goodbye, we could hear her voice following us as she continued to regale us with stories of when I was an asthmatic little boy that she bathed in the river.
I have fond memories of Nennie. I am sure most villagers do too and they would join with me in wishing her all the best on her birthday and for her to see many many more. Maybe she can beat the record of the oldest person alive? Let’s do it, Nennie!
Happy Birthday Nennie! May God continue to shower his blessings on you and on us. We are blessed to have you around.