The woman I am referring to in the title is my Mother-in-love. When I Tell you that she was a
hot mess let me just say there are no truer words.
Nana was a one of a kind. She was Southern to the core, accent included. She was a spitfire full of
love, determination, grit, and had a heart of gold. If you decided to act a fool she would not be on
board with that, I don't care who you are.
I met her son in the Spring of 1979. His name is Steve. Steve and I began dating in June of 1980. I
had been wanting to meet his parents, but we were a good distance apart geographically and Steve
worked a lot so a day trip to meet them hadn't been possible. One day, when I was out with his little
sister, she decided to take me by their house to meet his mom.
She seemed like the sweetest woman ever, and had an amazing sense of humor. I loved her
immediately. I didn't know it at the time, but there were many more facets to
her. I could not have begun to image that day how much more there was to her personality.
The woman loved antiques, dishes, picture frames with family photos, costume jewelry, and all
forms of nonsense (my sister-in-loves term for Knick knacks). She stopped at every antique store and
yard sell she passed.
Nana had her house so full she couldn't put a thing anywhere. She even had my nephew hang
shelves over her door frames for more nonsense. When we would visit, myself or one of her
daughters, if we said we liked something she would give it to us. She would then visit us and say
"This is cute. I'm taking it back". Hot mess.
The piece I loved the most hung over her stove and said "Simplify". I mean crack up!
Her home, when I first met her was classy and elegant, as she aged it became quaint and precious.
She raised four wonderful children and worked hard her entire life. She loved deeply. She was
the person that bought gifts for us that were precious treasures Things she knew we would love. Example:
She and I were in an antique store one day, and I saw a Currier and Ives plate and told her that
my Granny, whom I dearly loved, had them and they made me think of her. The next Christmas she
gave me an entire set including serving pieces. She was so thoughtful.
I have decided to write about this amazing woman here and share a few of her stories with all of
you so here goes...
Steve (Her son) and I were married in 1983, and when our first anniversary came he bought me a Gucci
watch. She came to the house, shortly there after, and Steve was at work. Nana spotted the watch and
asked me where I got it. I told her it was my anniversary present from Steve, and she said "Do you
have the box?" I said yes ma'am.
She said get the box , we are returning it. You don't need it. I was in shock, but I complied. She marched
right up to the jewelry counter at the mall and returned it. I know now that she was absolutely right.
She was teaching us about needs and wants.
Nana came to our house on another occasion and she brought me an oven mitt and some potholders
that she found to match the Waverly Rose pattern I was using in my kitchen at the time. I told her that
she was so sweet to do that. I then asked her if she would pick me up another set when she went back
home to Florida if I gave her the money. She asked me why? I said in case I scorch or burn one of
these. Without missing a beat she looked right at me and said "You've gotta cook something to burn
something R.".
Nana was a spitfire for sure. She told me a story from when she was about 16. She said that her
Mama suspected that her father was being a bit messy to put it politely. That being said, one day
Nana, her mama, and her cousin Delia Mae decided to squad up and follow him. They drove to
where they thought he would be. Unfortunately for him, they were spot on. When they had him in
sight, they saw that he had a woman in the passenger seat of his car. They followed him to his
destination.... The woman's apartment. Nana said her mother, who was with child at the
time, jumped out of the car and as luck would have it, spotted a 2x4 laying in the parking lot.
Yes honey...A weapon of opportunity. Nana's mother grabbed said weapon and headed toward
the passenger side of her husband's car, at which point her husband made a grave error. He
He started toward Nana's mama to rescue said woman, at which point Delia Mae got involved.
She intended to stop him. Nana said "That's when he made a huge mistake. He pushed Delia Mae."
Nana said "When he did, I jumped up on his back and started poking my fingers in is eyes as hard as I
could,, while Delia Mae beat him about the head and shoulders with her fists. This statement
caused me to envision a lightweight boxer and a spider monkey, but I kept my thoughts to myself. I'm
not sure How the other woman faired. I am guessing not to well, but I know this much...The Victory
went to the Squad that day. I suppose it's true...Crazy in the south runs deep.
She was a protector of her Mama and of her daughters. One of her daughters unknowingly married
a man who was meaner than a snake. He decided to push her or something one night at their house.
He didn't know Nana good yet. One of her grandsons called and told her what was going on and a
few short minutes later she walked through the front door, grabbed a candelabra off the mantle, marched over to him, flung his water in his face and gave him what for with the candelabra. Situation handled.
Nana had five grandchildren, four boys and a girl. The girl belongs to me. She wasn't really the
the rowdy type. Her grandsons, however, could be off the chain so to speak. When they would start
doing the most Nana would always Yell..."I'm going to whip you Asses right now if you don't quit",
or "Get me my yardstick.". Later in her life she had a heart attack and had to have open heart surgery.
All the Grands were older by then, and while she was still in intensive care one of the boys and my
daughter went back into CICU to see her.. The two of them came out, laughing and crying. I said
what's wrong and my nephew said "She's going to be fine R." I said how do you know that? He said
"She looked up at me and said "I can't do it right now, but when I get up, I'm going to whip your
Ass.".
On another Occasion my nephew was staying with me after coming home from overseas, where he had
been serving in the military. He and my son were in the bedroom playing a game on their computers,
and Nana had also come for a visit. It was around 3 in the morning. My husband and I were sleeping.
I woke up to Nana screaming and yelling at the boys (Men) , running from one to the other hitting
them with a plastic coat hanger and saying "Get off the silly ass games and lay down!" My over 6'ft.
tall nephew, who keep in mind, had just returned from war.. stood up and said go lay back down you
little Ewok... Her height? around 5'. Like I said before she didn't care who you were. when I got back
to bed my husband said what was all of that about? .I said that was your mother beating our son and
my favorite freedom fighter with a plastic coat hanger for being up to late...I had to laugh. Again...
Hot mess.
One day Nana and I were talking on the phone, and I mentioned that I was having a hard time
going to sleep at night. She said "Okay, do this...Relax and image it as you think to yourself
My toes are so relaxed, my feet are so relaxed, my ankles are so relaxed, my calves are so relaxed and
just go all the way up your body." Followed by "I hardly ever get past my knees.". Hot mess express.
Nana always had myself and one other brother-in-law doing all the things she needed done. One day
my brother-in-law said "you do realize we are the outlaws." I said what are you talking about? He
said she never asks the other two brother-in-laws to do anything. They are the in-laws." I said oh okay.
One of them is an engineer and the other is an attorney. I know she considered the engineer extremely handsome which he is, and the other is handsome as well but all Nana needed to hear about him was the word attorney.
In the Winter of 2014, she came up to visit Steve and I. She wasn't feeling well so we took
her to the local hospital where she was diagnosed as needing a heart valve replacement. She was
told that she wouldn't live very long without the surgery. We all begged her to have the surgery. She
was tougher than nails, but she refused. She said she had done everything she wanted to do. Steve and
I took her home and her health began to decline. Her daughters came to visit and help take care of her,
but I was her primary caregiver and spent a lot of time alone with her. She shared more stories. Stories
about her teenage years, and hanging out with the drugstore cowboys, evidently the bad boys of her
time, her marriage, and stories about each one of her children and what it was like raising them.
Nana loved the old tv series Hart To Hart. I would watch an episode with her daily. One afternoon she
began yelling for me and I went running down the hall to see if she was okay. She was fine, just
super excited. She said "R it's a Hart To Hart marathon!" I was internally thinking Oh Lawd..not a
marathon, but I lay myself down on the couch at the foot of her bed and we talked, laughed, shared
stories and I learned many things about her that day that I never knew. I thank God today for that
Marathon.
As the days came and went she begin to sleep more and talk less. I was cleaning her room one day
and she said "R, am I dying?" I said you are very sick. I asked her if she remembered refusing the
heart surgery and she said yes. I told her that I couldn't answer that question that only God knew
the answer to that. She said "what is the good Lord waiting on?" I again had to answer with I don't
have an answer Nana .".I read Mary Kay Andrews books to her, Sang "How Great Thou Art to her and
talked about God and Heaven and what we thought it would be like..
One of the last afternoons that she was able to speak she said "R when I go you are going to be
the one who will find me. I've already seen it." Lord I prayed not . One of the very last things she said
to me, as tears slipped from her eyes and mine was "R, you are not my daughter-in-law, you are my
daughter and I love you like my own.". I knew in that moment that all of the times she corrected me
or told me something I needed to hear , but might not have been quite ready to hear, she was treating
me like she treated her own, and I cried harder. I held her in a long hug and told her that I loved her
beyond words.
Nana was right.... On the evening of September 14th, 2015 I came into her room and
God had taken her home. She was at peace. I kissed her gently as my tears fell. and I thanked her for
all that she had done for me, and I let her know again how very much I loved her.
Nana most definitely left a void in me, but I am so grateful for her presence in my life, for her
stories, her sense of humor, and most of all for her precious son that I was blessed to be married to.
When I close my eyes I can still hear her recounting one of her stories, and I smile.
Nana, Life with you was quite a ride and I am so grateful that your son gave me a ticket....
I'll see you when I get there....Love you always "R"