One of the last great memories I have of my grandma is the time we took my daughter to meet Syd for the first time. Although my cousins soon followed suit, Jadyn was the first great-grandchild and I think by the time she was born, Sydney was starting to wonder if any of us would ever get around to starting the next generation. In the phone conversations I had with her when I was pregnant she was not able to speak very well but I could still hear the excitement in her voice. When Jadyn was about 9 months old we finally made it back east so the two could meet. My mom got to come too. We ended up spending a lovely fall afternoon looking at the boats in Greenwich. A pastime that worked rather well for both young and old. Although Jadyn won’t remember it, and Sydney may not have fully understood how momentous the occasion was, there was something powerful about four generations of Stanton women coming together. The bittersweet nature of grandma nearing the end of her life as Jadyn was beginning her journey was not lost on me. At least my mom and I will always have the memory.