Hey, guys! I hope you don’t mind- today will be a little different around here. My grandmother (we call her Nanny) is getting a little older, and I want to be more intentional about talking to her about her life, her faith, her perspective. Just to warn you, this will probably be random on topics and timing, but I want to capture those remembrances here, ok? Ok!
A couple of weeks ago, I asked Nanny to tell me about when she and Poppy dated, how they got engaged, that sort of thing. She surprised me on so many counts!
First of all, her mom didn’t allow her to date, so she and Poppy met in secret. When I asked her what they did on their dates, she said they would meet in the woods and walk to her brother’s home. No restaurants or malls back then.
Prodding a little more, trying to imagine a young Nanny on a date, I asked, “Well, didn’t you hug and kiss while you were dating?”
“NO! I was *quire like that! I wasn’t going to let a boy touch me before I got married!” Yep, she and Poppy never hugged or kissed until their wedding day.
Next time- a sweet proposal.
*quire: I’m not quite sure how to spell it, but it means odd or different. Is this a Southern thing, or strictly a north Georgia mountains word?