Sweet Grandma Neva 1989
Geneva Johnson, my grandmother…
Sugar wouldn’t melt in her mouth… she really was that sweet!
My earliest memories of Neva were picking strawberries in her long strawberry patch… fingers red with the juiciest Ohio berries ever… she would tell me to save a few for our dessert, strawberries and ice cream… and to this day when I have strawberries and ice cream… it never is as good as when it was made with Neva LOVE.
I have been asked many times about the name of my business, Neva was about 85 when my sisters and my son paid her a visit at the nursing home… there she sat in her pretty pink dress, her rouge and lipstick. We gathered around the table and were chatting away, at this stage her mind was not as sharp as it had always been but she was keeping up the best she could. I was polishing her nails and I told her “Grandma, I named my business after you. She looked at me and went into deep thought and asked “What is it that you do, dear?” I told her I was in the business to make women look and feel pretty” she went off into space for the longest time… staring at the void between us and heaven… she turned her sweet little face towards mine as I layered that last coat of pink polish on her nails…. and she just said “I approve”! I am giggling now at the memory… our Neva… is with us today… and every time I lay my loving hands on one of you… I am SURE as pink is pink… that Neva is there with us…