My Nana was born in 1895. She lived to be 89. She's the one who taught me what it was like to really love someone.
Nana was born in Ontario, Canada. In those days, there were no cars or indoor toilets! She had a lovely life there, but her father died when Nana was only nine. Without TV, she learned to crochet, embroider, sew, cook, play the piano and organ. Her funniest story: During the winter it snowed tons up in Canada. During the blizzards you had to go to the bathroom in a chamber pot, then toss it out the window into the snow the next day. She opened the window, tossed the contents just as a huge blast of wind blew it all back onto her!
She said on Halloween, kids would move people's outhouses downtown... all lined up in rows! They had taffy pulls and sleigh rides... It was definitely a different time, rather sweet and proper! Nana always said never accept gifts from boys other than candy, books or flowers!