Nonnie & Miss America

When I was a young girl in glasses, I just to screw up my nose to push the darn things up. Whenever I was with Nonnie and I did that, she would say, "Your grampsie and I think of you in the Miss America pageant, doing that." Now, no one could have imagined me in the Miss America pageant -- too tall, to big boobed, awkward -- but Nonnie did. My grandmother criticized me often -- too mouthy, too fat, you name it, but she did think I could go to the Miss America pageant. Thanks, Nonnie. I miss you and love you very much.