Happy 124th Birthday, Nana

When someone is too wonderful to forget

Deb Palmer
Good Vibes Club
Published in
3 min readJun 4, 2024

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five women representing 5 generations
Nana is far left in the floral dress. I chose this photo because this is how I always remember her. From left to right — Nana, her mom, daughter, eldest granddaughter, and first great-grandchild. Photo provided by the author.

Every year on June 4th, I text my children to let them know how old Nana would be. They’ve confessed to not knowing the appropriate response. She’s been gone since 1995. It’s easy math since she was born in the year 1900, once you know that, you never forget her age.

I chose the photo above because she’s wearing her signature flowy, floral dress. There’s probably a frilly hanky tucked up her sleeve and she’s surely wearing button-style clip-on rhinestone earrings. One look, I catch the scent of juicy fruit gum, hear her signature laugh, and envision she’s about to offer me a cookie.

It’s impossible to forget someone like her. Maybe love is impossible to forget. No one knows because why would we try? I know, when it comes to Nana, my memories remain vibrant.

And the triggers to her memories are abundant.

One day in the middle of complaining about my job, a frequent conversation of hers came to mind.

“I’ve been so lucky to work jobs I loved!”

The jobs she’s referring to —

An apple packer in a warehouse —

“The apples were beautiful — Johhny’s and Red Delicious. It was our job to wrap them in…

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Deb Palmer
Good Vibes Club

Author & Freelance Storyteller — Sweeping humor and gut-wrenching truth from under the rug —