Today would have been my grandmother’s 95th birthday! She was eight when the stock market crashed and started the Depression, and she was eighteen when World War II started. She was 21 when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor and she was 24 when the United Stated dropped the atom bomb and ended the war.
Nana Anna was my age during the Cuban Missile Crisis and she was 60 when John Lennon was murdered. When my sister and I stood with her in her front yard and watched the smoking clouds of the Challenger drift across the sky she was 65.
She was a great grandmother and she would have been a fantastic great-grandmother. I wish she’d lived long enough to know my children because I know she would have loved them as powerfully as she loved her children and grandchildren.
Happy 95th birthday, Nana.
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