I have been reading Nanny’s letters lately. I think of her today, especially because of it being her birthday. Nanny loved birthdays. She was a good cake baker, and her specialties varied. I seem to remember angel food cake with a light lemon pink frosting. Dolly’s 10th birthday was a party with girls from school. My birthday came with the magic of November. I was a dark child in temperament, prone to tantrums and delirious dreams at night. I was often sick, home from school with Nanny and Joe. I lay on a couch in Nanny’s dining room. The dining room was a jumble of beds, boxes, clothes, dusty papers and musty books. No wonder I got sick a lot. Luckily I am strong, though easily injured. But the strength that endures, under the veneer of sickness and hardship is love. The love that is apparent in every life, as a vibration in time with the stars.
Secrets from Granny 