Growing up, it felt like I often had to start over — moving to new houses, switching schools, losing grandfathers.
One of the rocks I could cling to amid the sea of changes was Nan.
Her house at 5118 Village Lawn in San Antonio was like my lifelong second home. I can’t think back to a time without it, without her.
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My Nan grew up in Wellingborough, England. Last week I got to see her childhood home, and today we went to her birth home in order to shoot a short little video.
(Nan’s brother, Uncle Raymond, jokingly claims she was found, not born.)
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I am visiting England for one week with my mother and grandmother. My grandmother, whom I call “Nan,” was born and raised in England before leaving as a young woman to marry an American (my “Papa”).
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San Antonio is in many ways like a second home to me (says the guy whose family is living in a temporary second home in Woodson Terrace).
My mom and dad met and married in San Antonio. Both sets of my grandparents were there, as well as several aunts and uncles. It’s just always been the go-to place for me my whole life.
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