Nana’s tangible legacy – her Bible – was given to me by my mother when I got married.
My memories of my Nana seem dreamy to me, since I was only eleven when I saw her last. She lived a jostling 2 day-long train ride away from our home on Capitol Avenue in Jackson, Mississippi. Those early memories included the aromatic ripe figs hanging on the trees; a wonderful old, dark brown Emerson electric fan with brass blades whirling round that kept us cool; and gorgeous purple German iris that she grew in her yard. But I also remember her gentle hands as she brushed my hair until it would shine and how she put eucalyptus essential oil on my pajama’s collar when I had a stuffy nose.
Her legacy was one of love.
Nana’s Bible remained in it’s protective wrappings for years, but now it is of my most treasured possessions.