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Topic: Paths (05/17/04)

TITLE: The Beautiful Path To Nanny's Church
By Theresa Knight
05/23/04

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The Beautiful Path to Nanny’s Church


Some of my earliest memories are those going to church with my grandmother. She was a very devout Christian, and started taking me to church as an infant.

Nanny, as my brother and I called her, lived in the country with my Aunt and Uncle. My family and I would visit about twice a month. We would travel sixty miles, and naturally the trip seemed to take forever.

Many Sundays, Nanny and I would walk about a half-mile to the little white country church. We would first go across the street to see Granny, my great-grandmother. I would thoroughly enjoy her homemade biscuits and strawberry preserves while she would comment on how tall and grown I was getting.

Granny owned several acres of land, which had a path to the little white country church. Along both sides of this path were roses, gardenias, pecan trees, and various types of scrubs. I remember how beautiful and good the flowers smelled. Seeing different birds flying to the limbs of the trees, and squirrels scurrying up the pecan trees would make me smile and sometimes laugh.

At the end of the path, Nanny and I could see the people chatting and going into the church. I would usually run and catch up with some of the children who I knew and were about my age. Being eager for the service to start with a song, I was always ready to sing. That was my favorite part of the service.

Now, being grandparent age, I think back on this childhood memory. I realize that Nanny was also leading me down the paths to accepting Christ and becoming a Christian. For that, I am most thankful in my heart and soul.


Member Comments
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Marie B. Corso05/24/04
These memories are so precious. It was a joy to read about your grandmother's influence on you.

I realize that Nanny was also leading me down the paths to accepting Christ and becoming a Christian.

Thank God for grandmothers.
B Price05/24/04
a very sweet and beautiful story of 2 paths, one to the chruch and the one your dear grandmother left on you.
She sounded like a wonderful person and what a honor to write about her.
I so enjoyed the story.
Thanks for sharing it with us.
YOU made her stand out.
Lynne Gaunt05/25/04
I enjoyed your beautiful memory. thanks for sharing.
Leticia Caroccio05/25/04
You painted a beautiful picture of such wonderful memories. I envisioned the path filled with colorful flowers and it was precious.

Your article was well-constructed and well-thought out. I enjoyed it very much.
Melanie Kerr 05/26/04
Your desriptions of the path enabled me to almost smell the flowers and see the colours. Excellent use of desription
Mary Elder-Criss05/26/04
Thank you for sharing your memories of your grandmother with us. I had a Nanny just like yours, and although she has been gone now for many years, she still lives on in my heart, and in the truths she taught me. Blessings! Mary
L.M. Lee05/26/04
what a truly precious memory.
Deborah Porter 05/28/04
Beautiful, precious memories Theresa - ones that brought back memories of my own Nanny (lovely to find someone else who refers to their Grandmother that way!) My Nanny was a beautiful, strong, woman of God. Her quiet, faithful example was definitely one of the greatest influences in bringing me to Christ - although several years after she died. thank you for bringing back some memories for me as well. I think I would have liked just a little bit more in this, but have to say that the best paragraph of all was the fourth one. I could see and smell it! With love, Deb