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Memories of Love Grandmas hold our tiny hands for just a little while, but our hearts forever.                         - Author unknown Nanny, I remember the Queen Anne house and the sound of the cars going by on Aurora Ave. I remember picking blackberries in the front yard until my fingers and clothes were permanently stained, with you watching me from the kitchen window while doing the dishes. The forget-me-nots that were growing along the path, with blue bells growing around the house, and the old fish pond. The rug in the living room with