I still have dreams about my grandmother, and the old house she lived in, with the closets full of old dresses, and the somber portraits of long-gone relatives hanging on the upstairs bedroom walls. I dream of walking into those closets, pushing past all those dresses, and finding the secret passageways that lead to parts of the old house never seen before except in my dream. I'll never forget the huge Sunday dinners she made, her plum preserves,and the way she always allowed me to play her old upright piano in her "front room", and always bragged to others about her grandchildren's musical "talents" (and we all became musicians, as she was). Your Nana will always be alive in your memories. Thanks for sharing her story. Sharon