I learned something about myself the other day, while reading my journal entries from 1947  (that’s 69 years ago).  We had a “maid/babysitter” named Georgia who was pleasant and had a good sense of humor and whose favorite radio program was Arthur Godfrey (and all the little Godfreys).  I had always felt a little proud of myself for correcting her when she said one day she would cook at my wedding. I recalled saying that one day she would dance at my wedding, and her laughing response, “Wouldn’t that be something.”   What I found I had written at the time was that I had corrected her saying she would dance at my wedding and my replying that she would cook at my wedding.  In both instances she laughed and said, “Wouldn’t that be something.”  I do remember for sure, however, that when her elderly husband died she had to borrow a few dollars from my father. I remember thinking how unfeeling he was to begrudge the loan and that we never saw Georgia again, nor of course the money.  She was a positive light from my childhood, and we were so poor she couldn’t have been making much money working for us.  I did recognize a paucity of compassion from my father.  I think I always knew that Black Lives Do Matter.

About Nan Mykel

At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 83 now.
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  1. Sautee Barb says:

    Yes, they do, and you doubtless did. But note that it seemed more appropriate to the 1947 you to think that cooking would be a more appropriate activity for her than dancing. And it probably really was hard for your father to part with even a few dollars then. Mine was selling tires at Walsh’s service station.


    • Nan Mykel says:

      Thanks. By the bye, a friend is going to check with Nelsonville art galleries Friday for the location of Sarah Herman, aka Love. I couldn’t find her on facebook or the phone book.


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