All five of us had a nanny. Different ones. Mrs. White was mine & the one born 58 minutes after me. I think it's ironic that I don't remember her as a nanny but I do have fond memories of her as a friend. Mr & Mrs White lived about two miles from the house on the hill. I'd be riding my bike around town just seeing what was going on. Most of the time Lollipop would be following right along with me. That is until a scent took control and off she'd go. I was so use to this by now that I'd just yell out "see ya later Lollipop" and I always did. Whenever I would peddle by Mrs White's house I'd stop. That is if her 63 Buick Riviera was under the car port. She always had fresh baked cookies to eat and stories to tell. Stories about being my nanny for a little over 3 years. That's how long Mother needed a nanny for all five of her children. I learned so much more from Mrs White about my first three years than I did even from Mother. Mrs White told me she would drive over early in the morning around five. She didn't need a key. The doors were never locked.
She'd go thru the many rooms up the stairs and into our nursery. She could always tell that we were so happy to see her. One by one she'd pick us up, give us our morning bath and dress us. Then it was Mother's turn to do the one thing that Mrs White could not. Feed us. She'd carry us both into Mothers room place us in Mothers waiting arms and she would softly sing. Mother that is. Every morning Mother would sing. While we were feeding. I really wish that I could remember this. I find it ironic that one of the most memorable moments in my life I can't remember. Another irony is that my memories start just after Mrs White stopped. Being our nanny that is.
Bible Stories. Every night at bedtime. The entire collection of Bible Stories for children. I remember thinking that the pictures were fabulous. I also remember thinking that no way were these stories true. Isn't it ironic. First memories from a nanny are true yet unremembered. First memories from a Mother are untrue yet remembered. I started teaching Bible Studies to the younger children in our Church when I was 12. I still didn't believe any of them. I was a good teacher and convinced the younger ones that they were. True. I often wonder if they still do. Believe. ISN'T IT IRONIC?
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