Amy Nassar
I am unable to share just one memory. I have a million. Only a very few are able to have their grandmother for almost 53 years. We started calling my Nita “GG” after she became a great-grandmother.
We made sourdough bread together and brushed the fresh-from-the-oven loaves with butter.
We made apple pies together — walnuts for health inside and tapioca in the filling to keep the texture just right. We would carefully weave a lattice crust across the top.
Grandma made me leotards, robes, and altered endless outfits.
She made the beautiful tablecloths for my wedding.
Grandma was always beautiful — always young at heart. In another lifetime, she would have been a nutritionist or an engineer.
Grandma loved education, especially after having to end her formal schooling at the end of fifth grade to care for her mother (Huntington's Disease).
Grandma’s red hair was passed down to my mom and two of my daughters.
She was the youngest child in her family and the only redhead. I always told her that when her mother took her places, I was sure everyone oohed and aahed over her beauty. Having red-haired children is so special — everyone loves to share in their light.
My youngest daughter Janis and I imagine you in heaven - with all of your siblings, your parents, your nephew Kenneth Larry, and the best kitchen ever made with every kitchen gadget.
Rest in peace, Grandma.
I sure will miss you. Thank you for all of your wisdom and love.
Love,
Amy