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ancy Fee is one of those people who seem almost mythical, as though they 
had been not so much born as carved out of rock and sent down amongst us by the gods.
Which isn’t all that far from the truth, given that Nan – as her family and friends like to call her – first popped onto this planet way up on Bray Head, in a small cottage, over 89 years ago.
When Nancy finally recognised that she was in the wrong part of Wicklow, she promptly moved to Greystones, settling into her small Grattan Park home 50 years ago. And she hasn’t budged from there since.
Sure, why would she? 
Quickly becoming a major part of the town, it was her years behind the counter in John Flynn’s shop down beside the Ormonde cinema that brought Nan into contact with the whole of Greystones.
Back then, John Flynn’s megastore was pretty much Aldi, Lidl and Tesco all rolled into one. Bejiggers, there was nothing you couldn’t find in that store, from wine to mouse traps, from rubber gloves to Curly Wurlys.
Best of all though, you’d always find Nan, with a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye.
Play your cards right, and sure you’d have all the finest gossip in town before you’d even taken that first bite out of your Crunchie.
Not that mingling with the great and the good of Greystones is what kept Nancy Fee happy here. There was also the little matter of her three children, Susan, Catherine and Peter. And later, her six grandchildren, Mark, Jayne, Sara, Conor, Sophie and Billy.
Oh, and then there’s the great-grandchildren, Evan, Chloe, Helen, Fia and Eabha.
Harry Fee with his baby #1 1958
