Remembering My Nana
Laaran Ariel
laaranariel@excite.com
Sat Sep 16 10:03:43 2000
A Chairde,*p*I was thinking today of my Nana, gone these 7 years now.  Nana was an irish catholic, went to Mass everyday.  But her piety never made a positive impression on me, as it never seemed to bring her happiness.  My grandfather, a french canadian, was pious in the extreme, yet cruel and unfeeling to those closest to him.*p*But when Nana was alone with me or the other grandchildren, I often saw a side to her grandpa never saw, I'm sure.  She told us wonderful stories of her childhood in Ireland, of the boys up the road who would race their horses to her home and take her for a wild ride.  *p*She'd sing songs in Gaelic to us, and talk to the bread she was making.  She always fed the wild birds and sang with them when they came to call.  *p*It was that part of Nana that I loved, and what set me on my quest to learn more about my celtic roots.*p*I thought of her today, and wanted to cement that remembrance in words that would linger.*p*Cead Mile Beannachta,*p*Laaran Ariel