|This was taken at the Orchard summer of 2008|
Written October 2010 –
I can’t say I knew my Nana all that well. She lived a little ways away but everytime I arrived she would have noodles waiting for me. I can’t have a bowl of ice cream and rasberries without thinking about her and she is the source of many red envelopes. I remember going into the okanagan dessert looking for plants to dye her yarn with, playing many games of war and spending the lazy hazy days of summer around the pool at the orchard. And I remember that my Nana was BEAUTIFUL just like her name ‘Isabel’. People always asked if her and my dad were brother and sister. Even without her daily regime of makeup or adorned with jade she looked young and vibrant.
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