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Dear Nana,

Oh, how I've been missing you!  Our winter here is my chance to bake, cook, and can.  I desperately wish you were here to answer my questions about techniques and to talk to me through processes.  Our budget demands creativity in the pantry, much as yours did.  So, I make all that I can and am learning to make even more.  I constantly think of your cellar full of canned fruits and vegetables and the giant flour bin in your kitchen.  I remember you making bread and your closet full of fabric, never throwing anything out because you might still be able to use it.  While I am nowhere near the seamstress you are, I have a strong desire to learn.  Right now, I'm at pillow shams for the sofa.  

I miss you even more when I think of our church responsibilities here.  I feel you with me as I pick hymns every Sunday and think of your testimony as I send my husband to another meeting.  Only now do I begin to comprehend the strength of your faith and how that has permeated my own life.

I love you, 

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