My grandmother (better known to us as “Nanny”) turns ninety years old today. We traveled to Kentucky over the holidays and were able to see her. We all agree, she doesn’t look ninety. On the contrary, God has blessed her with great health, and we feel so blessed to have her in our lives.
I spent my earliest years in a house my parents had built right next door to my grandparents in the quaint little village of Browning, which is on the outskirts of Rockfield, which is on the outskirts of Bowling Green. My brother referred to it as either “the sticks” or “the boonies” most of the time. But for me, it’s always been a pretty special place – not just because of the rolling hills, neighborly neighbors, and my love for the culture – but because of Nanny.
My memories of Nanny involve walks up and down Galloway Mill Road, watching her sew and quilt, and seeing her hang laundry on the clothesline. I remember getting soft serve ice cream at the Browning store (which my grandparents owned for a time), fish fry’s at the Fire Department (where my grandfather was Chief), and Sundays at Clear Fork Baptist Church where Nanny has been a member for more than seven decades.
How much of an impact can a person make in 90 years of life? I don’t think we’ll ever know in this life. Our influence goes on and on, touching lives the way a river trickles over new rocks downstream until it blends into the sea at its delta. She didn’t just raise three children of her own, but grandchildren, neighbors’ kids, and even great-grandchildren.
Nanny, we wish we could be at your house today. And if we were, we’d hope for chicken hash, pimento cheese, or some boiled custard left from the holidays. We love you and wish you the very best ninetieth birthday anyone could have… and more beyond!