Mary Capua, a resident of Glenwood Cemetery since 1949, lies beside her son, Harold Gregory, who died in his youth. Mary, an immigrant from Lancashire, England, was a divorced mother of two, who then married my grandfather, Lorenzo Tomasso Capua, an Italian immigrant who also was divorced, and a father of two, in the 1930’s, a time when divorce not only was condemned by the church, but was disdained by “polite society”. Mary was a very kind lady with a happy disposition who loved to talk, and to listen, and to treat her inherited grandson (me) with song, candy, and love. When I began to write this piece, I tried to organize my thoughts by remembering “My Nanny”, a name I probably bestowed upon her while in my babbling stage; but I soon realized she was much a more than my childhood memories ever had provided to me. As a divorcee, a factory worker during the World War II era, the only one in her family capable of driving the 1941 Pontiac “slant-back” automobile, a staunch member of Saint Paul Episcopal Church who participated in many church activities including the “Ladies Club” which had an annual outing at the Brandt Cottage on Long Lake (now called Lake Fenton, of course) where a bathing suit would be provided by the hostess for Mary’s chubby little grandson (me). Mary Capua, my Nanny, had an air of independence that was a bit ahead of her time. I think she would have fit very comfortably into the twenty-first century . I visit her and Harold twice a year; at Christmas-time to place a wreath on the graves, and in Springtime to plant geraniums, her favorite flower.