![]() I’ve only just last month had to purchase a note pad. There was only a light looting of Poppy’s clothes, watches, ties, cuff links, and three-foot high stacks of 8.5” x 11” yellow note pads. Other than one less person at the dinner table and all the emotional heartache that comes with that, there wasn’t much to sort out. It was much simpler when Poppy died ten years ago. Now that Nonny’s gone, the time is here to clean out the house she lived in for fifty-three years. ![]() I could say more, so much more, but this isn’t about Nonny as much as its about her book club. ![]() She had a long and happy and thrilling life. A near perfect picture of health and resilience for the better part of a century, in the final minutes of the fourth quarter, her heart just wore out. ![]() She was just two-and-a-half weeks shy of turning ninety-five. When my grandmother, Joyce Himmel, died on May 11, it marked the end of a very long era. ![]()
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