Patti

“. . . and when nanas die they leave grandchildren and perhaps a trace memory of being coddled, kissed, attended to, and loved, of being chased across the lawn or rocked in the middle of the night or taken seriously. In Nanaville there is always in the back of my mind the understanding that I am building a memory out of spare parts and that, someday, that memory will be all that's left of me.”
― Anna Quindlen, Nanaville: Adventures in Grandparenting

“She goes into the bathroom and gets one of the clean glasses, rips off the sanitized paper top, and puts the glass upside down on the desk. “What’s that for?” I ask. “It’s an old Jewish superstition. If you lose something, put”
― Susan Patterson, Things I Wish I Told My Mother

“In Nanaville there is always in the back of my mind the understanding that I am building a memory out of spare parts and that, someday, that memory will be all that’s left of me.”
― Anna Quindlen, Nanaville: Adventures in Grandparenting

“I don’t care that much about getting older, but I don’t want to be forgotten, because to be remembered is to live and to be loved.”
― Anna Quindlen, Nanaville: Adventures in Grandparenting