Thursday, March 26, 2009

Remembering Nana



The last memory I have of my grandmother, Dare Adams, is the image of her running alongside Martin and myself to try and reach the Vortex one last time before Carowinds closed for the night. She was really running! I even think she looked back at us once with our 12 year old energy and said "come on slow pokes, you're gonna make us miss it!" I remember looking at her as we were bobbing and weaving through the crowd and saying to myself, "Now that is a cool Grandma!"

I can also remember vividly clear, my dorm parent at RVA, walking into the lunch hall and telling me with firmness to come to his apartment when I was done eating. I knew it wasn't good. I walked slowly up the hill expecting to be in trouble for something I had done. Instead when I get to the apartment he tells me to call my parents. Again, still thinking I'm in trouble, I do it. Mom picks up and proceeds to tell me that Nana was dying of heart failure at 64 years of age. She was flying back to America for the funeral and a friend of theirs was coming to pick me up so I could hang out with Dad, Zeb and Mary. It was a sad day.

Of course I was only 12 when we moved to Kenya and our family had never lived close to the Grandparents during those 12 years, but my Nana always found ways to spend time with her grandkids. She sent Martin and I to a Charlotte Hornet basketball camp one summer and I thought that was just the coolest thing ever! We went to her beach place a ton during the Summers. Holidays were always fun and hectic in the Adams house back in those days. I remember she fed me a chicken liver one time when I was like 8, that was cool. Anyway.

Evidently Nana was involved in a group known as the Eastern Star. This past weekend that organization unveiled portraits of all the past "Worthy Matrons." You may know more about it than I do but from what I can tell that means she was their leader for a couple of years. Quite a few family and friends turned up at the Cherryville Mason lodge to see the unveiling of about 40 portraits. The "ceremony" was interesting. If you have read this blog for longer than a minute you know that I am fascinated with different cultures. I certainly felt like I was seeing a side of Cherryville culture that I had never seen before. As foreign as it seemed to me it's part of my heritage I guess.



It was fun to see them pull the curtain away and there sat Nana's smiling face. I think it was a special moment for my grandfather and uncles and aunts who were there. I'm glad that Leslie and I had the opportunity to attend and be there in support of Nana and my grandfather.

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