Zina Robinson Nutter Smith
Grandma Nutter was the whole package. Beauty queen, design diva, top chef, party maven. And for me, she was the world’s best Grandma.
My first memories of her are being held and sung to in a rocking chair at the old cabin in Colorado. She sang, “Bye baby bunting, papa’s gone a-hunting…” and a handful of other old-school lullabies that I still remember.
We always looked forward to visits to California. Grandma would reserve the ‘best chairs’ for us at the breakfast table in Corona… the window seat… for porridge and toast. To some, porridge is just oatmeal, but to us it was magical and included Grandma’s daily recitation of Goldie Locks and the Three Bears.
We also loved to sit in the bathroom and watch while she did her hair. In those days SHE was Goldie Locks. Each morning she’d let her long “blonde” hair fall down her back as she set her bangs and then she’d tie up the rest in a perfect bun finished with a bun cover & pin. My favorite was silver and turquoise.
I can still smell the familiar scent of Grandma’s house. It was uniquely hers as it followed her from Corona to the Desert to Utah and even to the motor home – which we loved, especially when it was parked in front of our house.
We will not soon forget that she invented avocado and grapefruit in green salad. Or that she owned the market on wicker elephants. Or that her shoes were always placed in the same spot in the bathroom so she’d know just where to find them. Or that she had impeccable taste in everything from curtains to butterfly costumes.
We love our Grandma Nutter. And we will miss her.
My first memories of her are being held and sung to in a rocking chair at the old cabin in Colorado. She sang, “Bye baby bunting, papa’s gone a-hunting…” and a handful of other old-school lullabies that I still remember.
We always looked forward to visits to California. Grandma would reserve the ‘best chairs’ for us at the breakfast table in Corona… the window seat… for porridge and toast. To some, porridge is just oatmeal, but to us it was magical and included Grandma’s daily recitation of Goldie Locks and the Three Bears.
We also loved to sit in the bathroom and watch while she did her hair. In those days SHE was Goldie Locks. Each morning she’d let her long “blonde” hair fall down her back as she set her bangs and then she’d tie up the rest in a perfect bun finished with a bun cover & pin. My favorite was silver and turquoise.
I can still smell the familiar scent of Grandma’s house. It was uniquely hers as it followed her from Corona to the Desert to Utah and even to the motor home – which we loved, especially when it was parked in front of our house.
We will not soon forget that she invented avocado and grapefruit in green salad. Or that she owned the market on wicker elephants. Or that her shoes were always placed in the same spot in the bathroom so she’d know just where to find them. Or that she had impeccable taste in everything from curtains to butterfly costumes.
We love our Grandma Nutter. And we will miss her.
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