Happy Heavenly Birthday to my Ever-Loving Nana

Every time I open my grandfather’s violin case, I’m reminded of my dear Nana (this, plus my less-than-stellar violin playing, though that’s another story). I only have an impressionistic memory of my grandfather (he passed when I was quite young), but people in my midcoast Maine hometown remember his skills as barn dance fiddler. 

My grandmother lived into my early adult years, and I loved her dearly. I was always touched by grandfather’s keeping a picture of her glued inside his case, as a reminder of his love for her.

This St. Patrick’s Day would have been Nana’s 120th birthday. She’s where I get my Irish from, and while it’s been many years since she left this plane, I still miss her every day. 

Happy birthday, Nana!