when nanny tells stories

how the past became my bedtime podcast

I fell asleep listening to my Nanny’s voice last night.

No. I’m not at the lake.

No. I’m not going crazy.

She’s not up in heaven blasting around lakes with granddad on the back of the old Skidoo.

Naw.

Back in the early oughts, they made a living museum on the shore.

It’s called Memory Lane Heritage Village.

It’s a living museum that captures the essence of life in financially poor, Eastern Shore fishing communities.

It’s a really special place.

My Nanny’s church is there. They moved it.

The old store that my Nanny always talks about?

That’s there too.

So is the old School house and some replica buildings.

When we go there, I see my grandfather’s tools

You really are stepping back into life on the shore in the 1940’s

Trevor, our big cat is from there. (the kitten came along to keep him company)

But the best part of Memory Lane is the Archives.

They recorded my nanny as part of the archives.

They did it twenty years ago.

I was so much younger then.

She was too.

I don’t feel that much different.

She sounds…